With his eyes glued to mine, he leans down and reaches for them, waiting for me to lift each foot as Istep out of them. Once in his hand, he leans back and lifts his hips, pushing them into his front pocket.
“I want those back,” I remark playfully. They’re one of my favorite pairs.
“Not a chance in hell, piccola ladra.”
Bringing his hands back to my hips, he pulls me forward, positioning me to straddle him again, but this time on only one of his legs. Guiding me to sit completely, I find nervous, intrusive thoughts forcing themselves into my mind.
“Show me how you come, Vinnie,” he rasps, his accent thick.
“Sly…I…your pants.”
His thumb runs against my bottom lip, pulling it from between my teeth. “The messier, the better. If there isn’t a wet spot soaked with your cum, I won’t leave until there is. Ride my leg, Vinnie. Let me see what pleasure looks like as it dances across your face.”
My body screamsyes, but my mind keeps me frozen in place.
I’m not a virgin, but my sex life has never been adventurous. I’ve had a total of two partners, neither of which gave any mind to whether or not I had an orgasm. I gave up on that years ago, much like I gave up on trying to date.
This is new, uncharted territory. Completely out of my comfort zone, yet I’m not afraid.
Uncertain, but not afraid.
My face must reflect something I’m thinkingbecause Sly lifts my dress and places his hands on my butt.
“Move,” he growls, nuzzling his nose against my jaw.
So I do.
My hips roll, rubbing myself against him. The black denim fabric brushes against my clit in a rough, delicious way.
I know I’m soaked, and I know my juices are rubbing all over his pants, but I’m forcing myself to push those thoughts away and just enjoy the moment.
He’s kissing my neck, trailing rough, wet kisses up and down the column, as his fingernails dig into my bare skin where he holds me tight, urging me to keep moving.
It only takes a few seconds before I’m building again, my orgasm cresting even more powerfully than before. I’m directing my movements, allowing my body to rock in a rhythm I’m familiar with from my own exploration.
“You should see how lovely you look right now, riding my leg. Does it feel good, bellissima? It’s taking all my restraint not to flip your dress up and sink into you.”
Moving my hand from his chest, he lowers it on top of his hard length, still constrained behind his pants. “Do you feel how much I want you, piccola ladra? What you do to me?”
“Yes,” I moan, picking up my pace. “I want you so badly, Sly.”
“You have me,Vinnie.”
His words draw another moan from my lips, and I toss my head back.
“Your body is so wound up—so ready for release. Come for me, Vinnie. Let me see you.”
It takes a few more rocks of my hips, my clit brushing against his leg, before I’m spiraling—falling over the ledge as my orgasm cascades into me.
A string of moans erupts from me, and my hands leave Sly to connect with my breasts, grabbing at them as I continue to roll my hips against his leg.
When I feel myself float back down to earth, I still, keeping my eyes closed as my breathing evens out.
“Stunning,” he declares. Reaching his arms around my lower back, he pulls me forward, embracing me as I relax into him.
My body is still tingling, settled in a euphoric state. I could easily fall asleep from how relaxed I am.
Sly gently presses kisses against my hair as we sit in contented silence for several minutes.
