112. Gradually....

Isla’s pov

I gasped into Dario’s mouth as I felt his hands roughly grab my ass and squeeze the ample cheeks. Our mouths were open as our tongues probed and licked out at one another. It was crazy to admit it but I knew that I would never be able to get over the feeling of Dario’s lips on mine. It would forever have an effect on me.

I groaned moving my hands to the bottom of his trousers. I was on fire as I felt his sex, now hard as granite, the only thing running through my mind was taking it out of his trousers and I did exactly how I felt.

I unzipped his trousers, and Dario moaned as I pulled it out feeling the hardness between my fingers.

Our faces were still pressed together and our bodies more so, his hands when they were not clamped and massaging my ass cheeks were running the length of my body like he was trying to map me by touch. He was avoiding touching my breast though, and I guessed this was all part of him taking it slow like he did the last time. But I was not goin