The muscles in my belly flutter, and the ache deep in my core intensifies.
I'm close. So close.
It's not his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
His tongue. I lock on that thought. His tongue moving between my legs, licking my sopping wet pussy, finding the little bundle of nerves, and sucking until I can't breathe.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
My thighs shake. My orgasm is so close, and yet I'm not there.
"Fuck," I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut.
I see his face, his intense eyes watching me fall apart under his tongue, his hands.
My hand works furiously. I'm so close. So fucking close.
I arch off the bed, a strangled cry leaving my lips.
"Giovanni," I cry out.
My body stiffens, and the coil deep inside me snaps.
The orgasm hits fast and hard, and I'm coming so hard, it's a surprise. My back bows, and my muscles lock up, and my hand stills between my legs as the pleasure rushes through me.
I ride it out, a high-pitched sound falling from my lips as I writhe against the sheets, the aftershocks still rippling through me.
I sink back against the mattress and close my eyes.
Fuck.
That didn't help.
Not at all.
I'm still wet and wanting.
I'm still horny as hell.
I have never been this frustrated in my entire life.
I roll onto my stomach, drag the pillow over my head, and scream.
Chapter Ten
Giovanni
I texted her the night before.Regalia, tomorrow morning at 6:00.
She answered with a single word:Okay.
Regalia is dark when I get there. The street’s blue and empty. I let myself in with a key I have but don’t use and stand a second to let my eyes catch up. The place has a different feel than usual. Everything is too quiet. The coffee machine clicks when I wake it.
Footsteps in the alley. A key. The back door swings and she steps in with her hair in a knot and a jacket over a T-shirt. No makeup. Sneakers. Hands in her pockets like she’s trying not to touch anything.
She spots me and gasps, hand to her chest. “Jesus.” She exhales, shakes it off. “You don’t make noise when you move.”
“Didn’t mean to spook you,” I say. “Coffee?”
