“Do you think you’ll sleep at all tonight?” he murmured.
“No,” she whispered.
Tonio thought for a long moment, heat uncoiling low in his gut. Then quietly, firmly, he said:
“Roll onto your back. Push your shirt up. Open your legs for me. Let me see your pussy.”
His voice turned rough, molten. “I’m going to eat you until you come again and again. Then you’ll sleep because your body won’t have the strength to do anything else.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, choking on the sound, her legs squeezing together as if to contain the sudden flood of desire.
“That won’t make it go away,” he growled.
His heart slammed against his ribs when she moved—hesitant but willing—turning onto her back and slowly parting her thighs for him in the dim room. The sight punched the breath from his lungs. He hadn’t wanted to take her like this, in a dingy motel, not for their first time. But he could give her this.
He could give her pleasure so consuming that it devoured the nightmares whole.
Tonio shifted down the small bed, braced on his forearms, and pressed a kiss above her knee. Then another, higher. Then another, soft and slow against the tender inside of her thigh.
A shiver rushed through her. A soft, needy whimper escaped.
Anticipation. Sweet fucking anticipation. He slid his mouth to her pussy and gave her one long, deliberate lick. She jolted—almost jackknifing off the bed. Tonio did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue over her clit before sucking it into his mouth.
Sofia moaned—long, low, helpless—and her thighs fell wide open, offering herself without thought.
He devoured her in soft licks and sharp pressure, sucking and teasing, holding her under the lash of his tongue until she writhed beneath him, fingers clutching the sheets, breath breaking apart in desperate little sounds.
“Tonio,” she gasped, arching up, grinding her pussy onto his mouth as if she needed him deeper.
He gripped her hips and gave her exactly what she needed. Tonio held her hips down, licking her with slow, devastating precision—each stroke of his tongue deliberate, each suctionaround her clit designed to tear another sound from her throat. She trembled beneath him, fingers sliding into his hair and curling tight as if anchoring herself to the world.
“Tonio—please—” she breathed, her voice already wrecked.
He didn’t answer. He devoured her. His tongue circled her clit, then pressed harder, and when she cried out, he slipped two fingers inside her—slow, deep, unforgiving. Sofia shattered. She was so damn tight he could barely move his fingers despite her wetness.
Her body bowed off the bed, thighs quivering, a raw moan ripping from her. Her orgasm pulsed around his fingers, clenching so tightly he growled against her pussy. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Before she could come down from the high, he sucked her clit into his mouth again.
She whimpered—helpless, overstimulated, desperate—and dragged his hair harder than she possibly meant to, but Tonio only groaned.
“You’re—oh God—Tonio—wait—” she begged, hips twisting.
“No,” he murmured against her, his voice dark velvet. “You’re giving me another one.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right—
And she broke apart again. This time, she cried out his name, body shaking violently as pleasure crashed over her in hot, blinding waves. Her fingers sank deeper into his hair, holding on for dear life as he licked her through the orgasm, savoring every shudder, every gasp, every wild clutch of her thighs.
But he still wasn’t finished.
Her legs were falling open and closed, unable to choose a position, her breath ragged and chest rising fast. Sweat dampened her temples.
“No more—” she whispered, sounding wrecked.
“You can,” he said, easing his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue. “And you will.”
He flattened his tongue against her clit, stroking it in slow, lazy flicks that had her sobbing into the darkness—soft, broken sounds of ecstasy—and pulling at his hair with frantic need. Her third orgasm bloomed slowly, unstoppable, building and building until her entire body went taut. Tonio felt the exact moment it overtook her—her hips jerked helplessly, her thighs clamped around his head, and she let out a shattered cry that wasn’t words, just raw pleasure.
He held her through all of it, licking her until she was trembling and limp and whispering his name like a confession. Only then did he slow, trailing soft, soothing kisses along her inner thighs, easing her back into herself. Sofia collapsed against the mattress, her chest rising in shallow, dazed breaths. Her fingers remained tangled in his hair, weak and loose now, as if she couldn’t gather the strength to let go.
