"That's the plan," I said breathlessly, gripping the headboard with one hand, the other braced on his chest. His cock seated deeply, I ground my hips against his, mouth falling open when I found just the right angle. Then, there was nothing I could do but shamelessly fuck myself on his cock, panting out a litany of curses in both English and the broken Italian he seemed to love so much.

"That toy was nice. But God, this is so much better," I admitted, covering the hand he had on my hip and urging him to fuck me harder, a low whine caught in the back of my throat.