PENELOPE'S POV ~
I slowly stood, grabbed his hand and cupped it around one of my breasts. “Giovanni, touch me.” I said. I was aching with need at this point. I couldn’t wait any longer. He kept his eyes on my breasts, didn’t look at me, but began to fondle me, squeezing my breast and rubbing his thumb against the n****e, which pointed, hard and sharp, against his skin.
“f**k!" He swore.
My p***y was throbbing. I stretched my arms up around his shoulders and stood up on my toes and kissed him. He paused for a moment. I pressed my lips against his, and my bare chest against his clothed one, and then he pulled me closer and kissed me back, sliding his tongue into my mouth and giving himself over to the moment.
My breath started coming quickly at the feel of his body and his mouth
on mine
