Greg gazed at her, "Oh my God, Amara from college? But you moved away."
"I came back when Papa died to help Mama run the pizzeria."
Greg marveled at his first love. "I dreamed about you constantly over the years -- the times we splashed in the fountain in front of the Student Union -- drove my car to dark roads at the edge of town -- kissed until the sun came up..."
"Si, signore." Amara stepped closer, licking her lips.
Greg continued, "Touching -- my hands exploring beneath your clothes..."
Amara unbuttoned Greg's shirt and slipped it past his shoulders. She embraced him and twirled her tongue over his nipples. His voice trembled, "Tasting your breasts -- windows steaming over ..."
She pressed her lips to his and their tongues unlocked many years of neglected desires. Removing his pants as they held each other, Greg and Amara stumbled to the couch. She fell onto the cushions -- he got on his knees and removed the frilly panties beneath her skirt. She kicked off her high heels and declared, "I missed you so much."
His tongue slithered up her thighs and softly swirled against her clitoris. He placed his hands beneath her bottom and raised her luscious body to his mouth. Her stomach stiffened. Jolting, shivering -- Amara clawed his hair -- her thighs squeezed his cheeks -- his tongue pressed inward and tasted the sweet nectar of her orgasm.
Amara screamed, "Oh, grazie, signore!"
Greg placed his hand on her cheek and she raised her eyes to him. He said, "I want you to feel me inside you -- feel how much I desire you."
She whispered, "Si, signore."
Her eyes squeezed shut as he eased into her -- his bold girth stretched her delicate skin -- the intricate texture pressed deep inside her. Her sweet perfume tantalized him as he pressed his face into her shoulder. She exalted, "I love the way you fuck me!" His back arched, thighs tightened -- his cock erupted, filling Amara's body with streams of hot cum.
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Greg and Amara embraced on the couch, full of dreams and optimism. They looked into each other's eyes and cast away the sorrow from the years they spent apart. Greg said, "It's getting dark outside. Will you stay with me tonight?"
Amara said, "I'll stay with you every night if you let me."
He held her tightly. "I love to hear you say that. I never want to be without you."
Amara knew Greg was the only one for her. No one else fulfilled her dreams so completely. She lifted his face gently in her hands and looked into his eyes. She confessed, "There's one thing I must ask if we are to spend our lives together."
Greg never knew happiness like he found with Amara. He responded with unwavering devotion, "I'll do anything for you."
Amara said, "I'm starving. Can we please order some pizza?"
