"You taste so good," he groans, and then his tongue is pressing inside me, and my hips rise, trying to get closer.
His hand strokes my inner thigh, and then he presses his thumb to my clit, his tongue driving inside me, and the sensation is so intense, and I'm right there, my back arching.
Then it stops.
His hands, his mouth.
The pressure.
It stops, and the orgasm fades away, and I'm left gasping and wanting.
"What—why did you stop?"
"Patience, Elena," he says, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.
I'm breathing hard, my chest rising and falling.
His hands run up and down my body, soothing, gentle.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and the feeling is intense.
I moan.
His teeth scrape against me, and then he blows on my nipple, making it pucker, and the sensation is intense.
"Fuck," I gasp, and his tongue trails over my ribs, and then he's kissing me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
The kiss is deep, and the taste of myself on his tongue makes me whimper. His hand moves over me, down between my legs.
He runs a finger over me, and I lift my hips, wanting him inside me.
He obliges, pressing a single finger inside me.
"God," I moan.
"Is that what you want, Bellissima?"
"More," I beg, and his finger strokes, his thumb finding my clit.
The pressure builds again, and it feels like only a moment before I'm hovering at the edge.
Then his hand disappears again.
"No, no," I groan, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
"Shhh," he soothes, and his hands run over my skin.
I'm breathing hard, and my whole body is tingling, and the need to come is overwhelming.
I feel him shift, and then the tip of his finger traces my entrance, and the sensation makes me whimper.
His finger pushes inside.
My pussy clenches around him, and I moan.
"Make me come, Luca," I plead.
"All in good time," he promises.
