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She kisses me deeply and I stifle a groan when she rocks her hips against mine.
Thunder soon follows and I grab her neck and force her to look at me. “I love you, Lou-Lou.”
Before she can say another word, I plant kisses up and down her throat, sucking and nipping at her soft flesh. “I love you more than anyone or anything.”
She raises her arms and I pull her nightgown over her head and toss it on the floor. Then I pull down my boxers and enter her in one swift motion.
“Il mio piccolo superstite,” I whisper, lifting her hips as I start rocking into her.
She whimpers and grips my shoulders. “Make love to me, Ricky.”
I slide my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her close with my next deep thrust. “Ti amerò fino al giorno della mia morte...e non solo.”
“Keep saying that, keep telling me how much you love me,” she moans, tilting her head back.
I repeat the statement, pick her up, and lay her down on the bed— where I proceed to spend the entire night and all of the next morning letting her know just how much I love her.
Until my dying day and beyond.