*Caterina*
The anger and frustration that Elio had been feeling all evening simmered just beneath the surface. It made him more passionate, more desperate, as his hands roamed my body and he pressed his tongue between my lips, exploring every inch of my body.
I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it back inside at this rate, but I didn’t think I would care if we didn’t. His almost brutal need for me was all-consuming. It ratcheted up the desire that I always felt when Elio touched me.
He played with the hem of my dress as he kissed me, his fingers pushing it up farther and farther until I was almost exposed, but stopping just before he reached my panties.
I was desperate to climb over the center console and ride him until we both fell apart, but he was in control here and I wanted to see where this would go.
“I don’t want to take you in here,” he murmured as he pressed kisses down the side of my throat. “Let’s go inside. I think you need another bath.”
