He trails a finger down the center of my body, then dips it between my thighs.
"I don't know," he says, tapping his finger thoughtfully on my clit.
"Mario!" I growl.
He chuckles, his expression filled with mirth.
"Have I made you angry?"
"Yes, dammit."
He laughs outright at that, the rich sound filling the air, making me want him all the more.
"Fuck me!" I demand, lifting my hips to rub myself against him.
His laughter dies, and his expression turns heated.
"Such a dirty mouth on such a beautiful woman."
Before I can retort, his mouth crashes down on mine.
"Say it again," he orders.
"Fuck me."
"Cazzo," he groans. "I think you need adequate punishment for this behavior."
"Yes," I agree.
"A dirty, filthy, delicious punishment."
"Oh, God."
He presses a finger into me, then withdraws, bringing the finger to my lips.
"Taste yourself, mia amore. Taste how sweet you are."
I lick his finger, and his eyes darken.
"I want to taste myself on your cock."
"Christo," he curses. "You are a fucking dream come true."
He moves his finger, and I grab his wrist, taking his finger into my mouth and sucking.
He growls, and his lips crash down on mine.
His kisses are hard and fast, and when he pulls back, we are both panting.
"Now, for your punishment," he growls.
He gets off me completely and reaches down to the floor, picking up his tie.
"Up," he orders, and I push myself into a sitting position, then turn and move off the table, standing before him, naked and shaking with need.
"Beautiful," he says reverently, and the hunger in his eyes has my thighs clenching.
"Put your hands behind your back," he says.
