Pleasure

He tasted like mint and good wine, addictive and maddening.

His touch was lethal, driving her crazy with that expertise sweep of his tongue into the warm tavern of her mouth, sucking off any resolve she had made to avoid him.

It was impossible to wake away now, when he had set her body and soul on fire, his head slanting to the side to get better access of her lips.

It was as though Eve was kissing him for the first time.

She thirsted and burned for him, her fingers gripping tightly to his shirt as she hungered to merge into his skin.

Like something she had been missing since, she clung to him, returning his kisses with equal feverish need, her body potty in his arms.

"Fuck, baby, I don't think I can fucking stop now." Alessandro grunted against her lips in a low voice, her nipples tightening in her robe.

She didn't want to stop either, but she was too far gone to muster words that weren't in form of a moan or a sharp gasp.

And when his fingers gently tugged at the towel and release