He withdraws his finger, but before I can whine, he replaces it with his tongue.
I gasp, and he does it again, his tongue fucking me slowly.
"Luca," I cry out, and his tongue strokes me again.
He licks and sucks, and the feeling is so intense, but I need more, I need—
And then he does it again, the pleasure building, and this time, his fingers push inside me, two of them, and his tongue circles my clit, and it's too much, the pleasure is too much.
"Please, I need—"
"I know, Bellissima," he says, his voice a dark purr.
His fingers slide deeper, and he twists his wrist, and the pressure is—
"God, Luca, fuck."
His fingers stroke, and his tongue swirls, and his free hand reaches up, pinching my nipple, and the combined sensations are too much.
My muscles tighten, and he knows. He knows I'm close to the edge. He knows how much I need it.
I writhe, the silky ropes sliding up and down my wrists, adding more to it. Trapping me in the best way.
He keeps going, his fingers sliding and thrusting, and just before I go flying over the edge, he stops.
"Fuck," I yell. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"So impatient, Elena," he murmurs.
He shifts away from me on the bed, and I hear him rifling through the black box. Something cool touches my leg, and I jerk. A bottle?
He simply moves back over me, pressing his weight against my overly sensitive body.
His hands move over my sides, and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply, and his hands are on my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.
He pinches and squeezes, and the feeling is intense.
I writhe and whimper, but his weight holds me in place.
"How much more do you want, Elena?" he whispers darkly.
"I need to come," I moan.
"You will," he reassures me. "Do you think I'll leave you like this, panini? Wanting, needing, unsatisfied? Do you think that's who I am?"
"No," I moan, and the realization hits me.
I trust him.
It's not the sex, or the restraints. It's the fact that he's not just using me for his own gratification. That he's not just taking.
It might seem like he's doing exactly that, but it's not just what he wants. It's what I want. He knows that.
He's giving me exactly what I want.
And only asking for one thing in return.
Trust.
