I lick her, again and again, then slide my tongue deep into her.
"Luca," she gasps, her hands gripping my hair.
I taste her, tease her, drink her in.
Her breathing is ragged.
She's so close.
So am I.
I can't stop.
My cock is throbbing, begging for her touch.
She whimpers and her hips buck.
Her back arches.
I take her clit between my lips and suck.
"Oh, God," she cries.
I slide two fingers into her and fuck her, hard.
"Yes," she groans.
Her body tenses.
She's there.
Almost.
I press her thighs wider and curl my fingers inside her, stroking her, driving her wild.
"Oh," she gasps.
I lick her, long and deep, then tease her clit, and she breaks.
I don't stop for a second, keeping up the steady pressure as as her hips buck and her thighs shake.
"Oh, Luca," she cries.
My name has never sounded so good.
I keep licking, stroking, coaxing her.
Her hands grip my hair.
Her body trembles. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically as I drive her up, up.
For a brief moment, her body goes still, tight as a bow.
Then she trembles and the dam breaks.
She screams.
It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard.
