Silvo’s free hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “For starters, I could kiss you.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and I nod slowly. “I think I’d like that.”
He closes the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my free hand coming up to tangle in his hair.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. Silvo rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
“Carmela,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
“Silvo,” I whisper back, my own voice sounding foreign to my ears.
As Silvo’s lips claim mine again, I feel a fire ignite deep within me. His kisses are demanding, possessive, just like they were that first night at the club. And god help me, I love it.
His hands roam my body, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I gasp into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He growls in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
“Carmela,” he rasps, his voice rough with need. “I want you. Now.”
I nod frantically, beyond words. He captures my mouth again, his tongue delving deep, claiming me. I moan, melting into him, surrendering to the delicious sensations he’s evoking in me.
Silvo’s hands slide under my dress, his fingers skimming up my thighs. I tremble at his touch, my body aching for more. He reaches the lace of my panties and hooks his fingers into the waistband.
With a quick tug, he rips them away, tossing the scraps of fabric aside. I gasp at the sudden cool air on my heated flesh, but it’s quickly replaced by the warmth of Silvo’s hand as he cups me intimately.
“So wet for me already,” he growls, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking into his touch. “Please, Silvo...”
He chuckles darkly, his fingers circling my clit. “Please what, Carmela? Tell me what you want.”
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind clouded with desire. “I want you,” I manage to gasp out. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Silvo groans, his control snapping. He yanks me onto his lap, his hard length pressing against my core. I grind down on him, desperate for friction.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I grin, loving the power I have over him in this moment. “But what a way to go, right?”
He laughs, the sound dark and seductive. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me,” I challenge, my eyes locking with his. “Make me yours.”
Silvo’s eyes flash with hunger, and he crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. I know in that moment that I’m lost, completely and utterly under his spell.
I gasp as Silvo frees himself from the confines of his pants, his hard length springing free. My pussy throbs with need at the sight of him, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Throwing caution to the wind, I hike up my dress and straddle his lap, positioning myself over his rigid shaft. Silvo’s hands grip my hips, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes up at me.
“Carmela,” he groans, his voice strained. “Ride my cock,” he demands.
In answer, I sink down onto him, taking him deep inside. We both moan at the sensation, lost in pleasure.
I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Silvo’s fingers dig into my skin as he guides my movements, urging me to take him deeper, harder.
The world falls away as we lose ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The car fills with the sounds of our passion—breathy moans, needy whimpers, the slick slide of skin on skin.
Silvo’s hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. I cry out, my head falling back as he strokes me in time with our movements.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, his eyes burning into mine. “Let go for me. Come on my cock.”
