I take a breath, possibly to demand that he puts me the fuckdown,except that at that precise moment, he buries his face in my pussy. Deep, long licks, teasing the swollen flesh, nipping at my clit.
I throw my arms out and around him, my eyes crossing. I almost feel dizzy with it, with the feeling of being upside down as he holds me steady and just… takes. The head of his cock is level with my lips as I lean forward, experimenting with a lick before I open my mouth and take him in.
He doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t break his concentration for a moment as I play with his cock, testing how far I can take him like this.
I get my answer when he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow.
Dante doesn’t rush me, doesn’t thrust – he justholdsme, his arms a steady, solid band around my body as he licks me like a fucking ice-cream cone. Like this, it feels intense – I can’t move, can’t do anything but let him do exactly what he wants.
My thighs start to tremble around his head. Dante pushes his tongue inside me, mimicking a thrusting motion before he pulls out and clamps his lips over my clit, sucking.
My pussy flutters, squeezing desperately around empty air as my muscles contract. Dante’s cock slips out of my mouth, and dizziness threatens.
My arms nearly slip. Dante has me upright in a moment, his movements steady as he rights us. His arms slide back around me as he keeps me upright.
I blink at him hazily as he pushes my hair back with a slight frown. “Dizzy?”
Dizzy, overloaded, full. I only blink at him hazily in response, and his hold on me tightens.
Just in time, as my legs crumple. He catches me with a curse, the others jumping to their feet. “I think you lost, Caterina.”
Like fuck I did. The smirk I give him feels strange on my face. “You sure?”
Soft laughter from Luc. “Maybe we all won.”
I blink, some of that haziness clearing. “Stefan?”
Warmth covers my bare back, his large hands landing on my shoulders. I’m still balancing against Dante, but he steps away, allowing Stefan to wrap his arms around me as I lean back into him. He kisses my shoulder. “It’s okay.”
No, it’s not. But my body stubbornly refuses to cooperate, and I glare at Dante. “You nearly broke me,stronzo.”
He doesn’t even look a little bit apologetic as he shrugs. “You loved every second of it.”
Stefan pulls off the navy blazer he’s wearing over his shirt, wrapping it around my shoulders. When he lifts me, I expect him to carry me to a seat.
But he places me down on the table instead, his blazer cushioning my back as I blink up at him. “When I said it was okay, I meant that I’ll do all the work, Caterina. Lay back.”
Oh.
I stretch out, listening to the sound of his zip. Stefan runs a finger up my center, pushing one inside, then another. He curves them, stroking against my walls as he watches. And my body slowly comes back to life beneath his soft, gentle touches. My hips begin to shift restlessly. “More.”
“But you’re tired.” He pushes another finger inside me, one eyebrow raising cynically. “Perhaps we should stop.”
“Donotstop.” I push myself against him, my leg wrapping around his hip in an attempt to pull him closer. Stefan leans forward, careful not to place too much weight against the glass as he kisses me deeply.
And I gasp against his mouth, as the full length of his cock thrusts into me in one push. My hands wrap around his neck as he rocks into me, his pace slow and steady and enough to drive me out of my own mind, until I’m clawing at his back in silent demand. He grips my wrist, pushing it up.
“No.” His smile is a curling, heated smirk that makes my stomach flip. “You’re exhausted, Caterina. So lay back, and don’t move.”
He punctuates his words with a single, sharp thrust that makes my eyes cross.
My orgasm builds slowly as he works me into a pleading mess. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t speed up. He tortures me with his patience until I’m dancing on the edge, my pussy fluttering around him. “I’m more than fucking awake now, damn you.”
His teeth sink into my lower lip. “Good.”
He pinches my clit hard, the shock of the touch enough to fucking catapult me off that cliff, my body twisting beneath Stefan as he fucks me through the waves until his hips twist and he groans against my lips.
I thump my head back against the glass, drinking in the stars. “So fucking good. Ten out of ten, Domenico.”
