Pietro only needed a second to recover after that first climax. Then his arms went around Dom, pulling her close. He moved them away from the wall and brought them closer to the table. Pietro wanted to lay Dom flat and taste her.
He sat her on the kitchen table's edge and undid her shirt. He kissed a line down from her mouth to her chin, down her collarbone toward her breasts. Fabric got in his way and he had to stop. Pietro made quick work of her shirt, removing it and tossing it onto the floor. Both of their tops bare, Pietro leaned in close enough that Dom had to lean back. He met her mouth, kissing her hungrily. Dom's bare skin against his own felt good.
When he had his full of kissing her, he pushed Dom back, a bit rough but not so much so that it'd hurt. There was a wicked look in his eyes as he leaned in and kissed down her center. As his tongue ran over a nipple, his hands moved down to her pants, removing the jeans. He began to kiss down lower, past her navel. He smirked before his tongue dipped between her thighs.