*Caterina*
Hot.
That was my only thought as his large hands roamed across my bare skin. My jacket had long been discarded on the seat next to us as he peeled up my dress, his palm flat against my ribs and the other creeping up my back.
I could feel a hard pressure between my legs splayed out as I sat on his lap, neither of us making the move to pull away despite knowing how much of a bad idea this was.
His tongue dipped into my mouth, forceful and passionate and dominating as he held the back of my head, my hair held firmly in his fist so I couldn’t pull away.
I doubted I would have even if I could.
I moaned as he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, barely breaking away for a heated gasp of breath before he came back once more, devouring me like a hungry beast. He was good, too… good at this, and it didn’t take much before I’d lost my mind in a daze, anchoring to him as the only buoy in an endless sea of pleasure.
