He rolled onto his back and quickly pulled down his pants along with his boxers. His hard c**k sprang up, jutting proudly into the air. Siena’s eyes widened, and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
He grabbed her hand, guiding her fingers to wrap around him. Her breathing hitched, her face flushing with shyness. She tried to pull away, but his hand over hers held her in place exactly where he wanted her—on him. God, he was so thick that her fingers couldn’t cover his girth completely.
He started moving her hand along him, sliding it up and down, and she watched in awe as if witnessing a miracle. The sight alone was so erotic, but the sounds he made—the low, sexy moans—made her core throb and her p***y grow wet with need.
She clenched her thighs, and Cristiano made her move her hand
