He was demanding, suckling, nipping, and lashing his tongue.
The flavor of the limoncello added to the intoxication, even as my head whirled.
Sliding my hands to his corded neck, I held on for dear life and kissed him back, as I threw a leg over his tight ass.
On and on we necked until he was growling in his throat, the sound so sexy it released a surge of wetness as my pussy clenched.
I just took what I wanted, kissing him, touching him, scrabbling at his shirt with one hand.
The other glided down his rippling stomach toward his waist.
His muscles tightened at my caress, and he arched his nape and growled when I stroked his rock-hard shaft over his shorts.
‘So hot.’
‘You want this Rox?’
I shivered at how deep his timbre was and how it reverberated through me.
I was sopping, flooding, so wrapped up in him.
Did I want this?
Hell yeah.
‘I’m ready for you, honey, and I want this.’
Who was this brazen hussy begging for it, for him, in a raw, hoarse whisper?
‘You gone love it when I slide my cock up in you? Will we get nasty, beautiful?’
The man kept whispering the sweetest, filthiest words that turned me on as he nipped my lips, his hands now under my tee, tweaking my nipples.
Hell, Angel was the master at badass rhapsodic lyricism.
‘You wet for me? What’s your fantasy beautiful? I’ll take you there.’
He was my love dream, my ultimate flight of fancy, yet here he was, driving me wild.
‘So fuckin’ sweet. You’re so beautiful, babe, I’m finding it hard to behave,’ he growled.
‘Then don’t.’
Nerves and wild need fluttered in my stomach.
He arched away to let me pull his vest over his head.
I tossed it away as his touch went to my hips.
With a grunt, he maneuvered me so I now sat on top of him.
His muscles strained as he knifed up, seeking my lips.
I ground my pelvis down him, tongues lashing, mouths mashing as he gripped my tee and slid it over me.
Lifting my arms, I wriggled even harder on his rock-hard shaft.
‘Fuck woman,’ he growled with frustration as he eased it off and threw it away.