Naked Pages
“Rub against me.”
My hips move without my permission, chasing the pressure. His mouth finds mine again, and this kiss is even filthier—wet tongues, shared breath, spit sliding down to my chin. He licks it away, humming like I’m his favorite taste.
“Fuck, you’re addictive,” he says between kisses.
“Luca—” I breathe, but then his hand is back on my chest, thumb rolling over my nipple until my spine arches. His other hand squeezes my ass, dragging me harder against his thigh.