Her pace quickened slightly, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode him with increasing intensity. The sound of skin against skin, the wetness between her thighs as she moved on him, was overwhelming. Enrico’s hands moved from her hips, sliding up her waist, his fingers trailing along her skin, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she ground down onto him.
With a low groan, he reached up, cupping her breasts through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her hardened n*****s. Isabella moaned at the contact, her head falling back as she rocked harder against him, finally giving in to the intensity building between them.
Enrico’s eyes drank in the sight of her, her flushed cheeks, her lips parted, her hair wild and tangled around her face. She was beautiful, fierce, and in co
