Giovanni makes me crazy and bold.
I've never come on to a guy like him before–I've never really come on to ANY guy before, much less him. I guess there's always a first for everything. But this? I think I like who I am with him.
My arms loop around his neck. He grasps my waist tight, pressing me against his erection that I've been dying to touch since on the dance floor to find out how hard he is for me. He slides his hands up my ribcage and squeezes my breasts, making me moan into his mouth. I succumb to boldness and grip his erection through his pants; this time, he's the one groaning into our kiss.
Giovanni hoists me on his desk, pushing things off haphazardly without his mouth leaving mine. His lips are cool and his mouth tastes like fine things I could never afford. He settles between my thighs, caresses my sides and arms like he's trying to map out every inch of me.
