I whimper against them, unable to push back the emotion he elicits.
Ripping his mouth from mine, he falls to his knees and pulls me by the backs of my legs to the edge of the chair. He pushes my dress up with one hand, pushing the other against my thigh as he descends.
In one languid stroke of his tongue, he has me seeing stars.
When he suctions his lips around my clit, sucking the sensitive nub like he’s drinking from a straw, I lose all function of my body.
A second orgasm rolls into me so hard and fast Idocry out with a sharp, high-pitched gasp, as the back of my head slams against the back of the chair. My hips roll into his face, silently begging for more of everything he’s doing as my body trembles and my thighs beg to close around him.
I feel him everywhere, even the places he isn’t touching.
Kissing my thighs, he unzips my boots and removes them from my feet before peeling off my stockings and panties from where they’ve been hitched around my calves.
“Sly,” I whimper, because it’s the only word my brain will form.
He’s up on his feet and pulling me to mine quicker than I can process, turning us before he sits down in the chair. Pulling me to his lap, he tangles his hand in my hair, bringing me to him.
Kissing my neck, he groans. “Say it again, piccola ladra. Say my name again.”
His other hand finds its way between my legs, and he strokes the wet flesh gently.
“Sly,” I repeat, opening my eyes just in time to watch the way his slam closed, his head tilting back on his shoulders as though simply saying his name brings him the greatest pleasure.
“Music to my ears,” he mutters. The low, gravelly tone coupled with his accent does something indescribable to my insides, provoking a salacious reaction.
Frantically, I grab his jaw, tilting his head up so I can kiss him. It’s messy and wild, and I can’t get enough of it.
“More,” I demand. “I need you. All of you.”
My hands work his belt buckle, unhooking it and leaving it slack so I can unbutton his pants. Once loosened, I reach inside. Immediately, my fingers wraparound the smooth skin of his hardened shaft, and I pull it out.
He groans, wiggling his hips, so I stand just enough to give him room to push his pants down slightly. His erection springs free, leaving him bare and ready before me. I practically salivate at how perfect he is.
Big, but nottoobig.
Gripping him at the base, I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, taking him slowly so my body accommodates to the stretch.
Once I’m seated with him fully inside me, he catches my lips again, tangling our tongues together in a kiss so deep it steals my breath away.
As we kiss, he skates his fingertips over my body until they reach my hips, and he begins to guide my movements, sliding my hips forward and backward so that I’m riding him slowly.
“Is this what you wanted, piccola ladra? All of me?”
I nod a few times before tossing my head back, my eyes rolling from the slow, methodical way our bodies are inducing pleasure. “Every piece.”
“Every piece of me is yours. Take it. Anything you want, take it, Vinnie.”
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I move up and down on him, and take exactly what I want. His groans spur me on, giving me the encouragement and confidence I’m craving.
A thin layer of sweat coats my body, pooling at my lower back. There’s too much fabric on me—on him—and I want nothing more than to ripeverything off us.
Sliding my hands down his chest, I push them beneath the hem of his shirt and onto his abdominals, tracing my fingers across every ridge and plane of his muscles. My fingernails bite into his skin as he grips my hips and starts to move me faster.
Once we’re in a steady flow, he moves his hand to between my legs again, his thumb effortlessly finding my clit. “Come for me, piccola ladra. We haven’t much time left alone.”
He knows the way my body responds and uses it to his advantage, applying the perfect amount of pressure combined with the right movements to have my orgasm cresting within seconds.
“You too,” I rasp. “I want you to come too. I want to feel you seeping from me throughout dinner.”
