“I won’t.” His voice is a dark promise. “But I want to feel you fall apart completely. Can you do that for me? Can you let go?”
I don’t know what he means by that, but right now, I’ll promise him the whole world if he only makes me come.
His fingers move inside me again, finding that devastating spot. “Trust me, doe. Trust your body. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Yes, I trust you.”
“Good girl.” His mouth returns, and this time he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t tease. Just works me with single-minded focus, his fingers curling and stroking, his tongue relentless.
“Talk to me,” he demands between licks. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s—oh God—it’s so good. Too good. I can’t—”
“You can. Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Just feel this. Feel me.” His fingers press deeper, his pace increasing. “Give me everything, Adora. I want it all.”
The pressure builds, different than before. Deeper. More intense. Frightening in its power. I feel full, stretched around his fingers, and there’s a pressure low in my belly that’s unlike anything I’ve experienced. It’s not just pleasure anymore, it’s primal and overwhelming, like my body is gathering itself for something huge.
His fingers are relentless, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. His tongue works my clit in perfect rhythm, and the dual stimulation is breaking me apart.
“I can feel you getting close,” he says against me. “Your pussy is clenching around my fingers. You’re so wet I can barely keep them inside you. That’s it, doe. Give it to me.”
“Vincenzo, I think—something’s wrong—you have to stop. I think I’m going to pee.”
“You’re not going to pee, I promise. Let it happen.” His voice is a command. “Don’t fight it. Let go for me.”
“I can’t,” I sob, terror racing through me at the pressure that’s building alongside the pleasure. I’m going to die of embarrassment.
“You can. You’re Adora fucking Montoni, remember.”
His fingers curl again and again into that spot deep inside me with brutal precision, and I shatter. I have to cover my face with my hands to muffle the sounds I’m making.
My orgasm is different than anything I’ve felt before. Deeper. Wetter. More intense than I knew was possible. My body convulses violently around his fingers, my inner walls clamping down so hard it must hurt him. And then—oh God—liquid gushes out of me. Not a trickle. A flood. It sprays over his face, his chin, soaking his mouth and tongue. He doesn’t pull back. He gives a deep groan and keeps his face buried between my thighs.
The release is so intense I can’t breathe. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and with each one, more liquid pulses out. His fingers keep working that spot, drawing out every last drop, prolonging my orgasm until I’m shaking uncontrollably.
When it finally ends, I’m gasping for air, my thighs trembling violently on either side of his head. The sheets beneath me are soaked through.
For a moment, Vincenzo stays between my legs, breathing hard. His face is drenched, his chin, cheeks, even his nose glistening with my release. He looks absolutely feral, and in the possessive way that makes my stomach flip.
“Fuck, Adora.” His voice is reverent. “You just squirted all over my face. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that was?” He licks his lips, tasting me. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
He presses a kiss directly to my oversensitive clit.
“I’m going to die of embarrassment,” I moan, my hands still covering my face.
“What are you talking about?” he scolds gently, crawling back up my body. He swipes his forearm across his damp face, grinning from ear to ear. “My perfect, beautiful girl. You did so well.”
“I—I think I—” I can’t even say it. Mortification is burning through me.
“You squirted,” he insists. “It’s hot as fuck, doe. I’ve never made a woman do that before. You drenched me and soaked thesheets.” He gestures to his wet face, his damp shirt. “Look at this. You marked me. And I fucking love it.”
I peek at him through my fingers, and he’s still grinning like he just won the lottery. Pleased with himself. Proud, even.
“You’re not disgusted with me?”
He pulls my hands away from my face, forcing me to look at him. “Doe, that was insanely hot. Feeling you let go like that, trusting me enough to lose control completely, you have no idea what that does to me.”
The mortification begins to fade, replaced by something warmer. He’s not lying. I can see satisfaction in his eyes, and pure male pride.
