"Oh, God," she whispers.
"That's it, Bellissima, just like that."
She cries out and shatters, her pussy tightening around my fingers, her back arching, her body trembling.
I pull my fingers from her and slide them into her mouth.
"Suck," I order.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and the look in them drives me wild.
She sucks, and the sight is obscene and hot.
When she finishes, I lift my hand to my own mouth and taste her.
She tastes like sin and honey.
She's looking at me, a question in her eyes, and I can tell she's embarrassed.
"What is it, Elena?"
She shakes her head.
"Tell me," I command, and she flushes.
"Don't you want...to fuck me?"
My cock jerks at the words.
"Oh, Bella," I murmur, and press my cock against her ass, rubbing gently. "I want to do much more than fuck you."
Her breath catches.
"I want to ruin you."
Her eyes widen, and she trembles.
"You can't imagine the things I want to do to you," I murmur, kissing her neck.
"Like what?" she asks, her voice soft.
"Do you know what edging is, Elena?"
"No," she whispers.
"Do you want to learn?"
She bites her lip and nods.
"Bene, ragazza. That's what we'll do next. You will learn patience. You will learn to take what I give you."
She shifts on her feet.
"You like the thought of that, hmm? Of me bringing you to the edge over and over, only to deny you what you most want?"
She makes a small sound, a soft gasp.
"You've had one orgasm tonight, Elena. You're going to have to work for another."
