“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I say roughly.
Her breath catches. “Renato—”
“Shh.” I nuzzle her shoulder and the curve of her neck. “Let me show you what it’s like to be worshipped by a man who’s done unholy things.”
I cup her soft breast, my thumb circling her nipple until she gasps. “I love your breasts,” I murmur. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you like this. How long I’ve dreamed of this.” Leaning down, I take the nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging. She threads her fingers through my hair, moaning my name, and my grip on control tightens like a fist.
“Like that?” I rasp.
“Yes. God, yes.”
I alternate between breasts, sucking and nipping, until the nipples are hard and wet. She gasps and slides her hands down over my shoulders and back.
I take my time, learning what makes her breath hitch, what makes her arch, what makes her dig her fingers into my shoulders.
Slowly I slide down her stomach, leaving a trail of soft kisses. When I hook my fingers in her shorts, I pause. "Can I?"
She silently nods at me.
I strip her slowly, first the shorts then her panties. When she’s completely nude, she tenses. I go still, eyes on hers.
“You’re in control,” I remind her. “Always.”
I see the moment she chooses; it travels through her body like a long exhale.
I gently guide her knees apart and settle between her legs. For a moment, I stop and stare. My mind can’t decide whether to look or touch or do both. She’s scared, yet she’s willingly opening up herself to me.
After everything I’ve done to her, she’s allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of me.
I lean in close to breathe in her sweet scent and caress the calf of her leg. I start at the edges of her—kisses at the inside of her knee, the soft hollow where thigh meets hip—circling closer as her body acclimates to wanting without fear attached.
Draping her leg over my shoulder, I kiss from her ankle slowly up her leg, taking my time, teasing and tormenting, then move to the other side.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I tell her, moving my mouth from her thigh to her pussy.
She jolts when I finally put my mouth on her there. I close my eyes and drink her in, knowing this might be the first and last time she’ll let me touch her. I need to memorize everything, every smell, every taste.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, suddenly shy.
I look up at her from between her legs. “Worshipping you,” I tell her. “The only way I know how.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
The most powerful word I’ve ever heard.
I lower my head again, drinking her in. Her pussy tastes even better than I could’ve imagined. I lick and lick, knowing I can never get enough of her to satisfy me. She’s writhing under my tongue now, and I bury my tongue into her slit as deep as I can.
I want to drive her wild, to have her grinding her pussy uncontrollably into my face. To make her forget all the bad things, and only remember me.
“Open more for me,” I whisper hoarsely. “You’re so wet and sweet. I can’t get enough of your taste.”
She relaxes and spreads even wider for me, moaning my name and driving me to complete madness. Her taste is intoxicating and I’m fighting hard to keep control.
I move my mouth to suck on her clit, while holding on to her trembling legs. Glancing up at her, I see her biting hard on her bottom lip, so close to coming for me.
“Just feel,” I murmur against her. “Let yourself have this.”
She closes her eyes and grinds herself into my face, suddenly coming in waves of contractions with a cry that sounds like freedom.
