But quickly, the fire between us catches, and soon, our bodies are rocking together, and his tongue is in my mouth, and I am lost.
His hands slide over my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them, and his lips slide over my jaw, to my ear, and then my neck, and then he's tugging on my nipple with his teeth, his fingers teasing the other one.
"Oh," I gasp, my head falling back.
He sucks hard, and my body arches off the bed.
He switches to the other one, repeating the same pattern, and I cry out, my hips rocking against the hard muscle of his thigh.
I can't get enough.
Enough of him.
Enough of this.
Enough of the sensations washing through me.
I need him.
Any part of him will do, apparently.
I continue rocking into his thigh, pressing my clit against him, riding him, seeking more.
He growls.
"You going to come on my leg, sporcacciona?" he whispers seductively. "You that desperate right now?"
"Yes," I admit, shamelessly grinding against him. "I'm desperate for you."
"Show me," he demands, sliding his hands up the back of my thighs and lifting them up.
He slides his thigh between mine, and his hard, warm skin presses against my clit more securely
"God," I moan, closing my eyes and moving faster.
"That's it," he says. "Get yourself off on my leg."
I whimper and grind harder.
The words should humiliate me. I should be absolutely fucking mortified at my behavior.
Instead, I only get more turned on the more he talks.
"So fucking hot, seeing you ride me like this. I can't wait to watch you come, all over my leg."
"Mario," I breathe.
"Come, Victoria. Come on me. Get your pussy all over me."
"Oh, God."
"Do it," he orders. "Come on me."
He takes my nipple and roughly pulls it between his fingers.
That's all it takes.
I let out a wordless scream and explode.
