I seal my lips around her clit and suck.
She screams. Her hands fight against my grip, but I don't let go. I hold her pinned to the wall and work her clit with my tongue, alternating between sucking and licking and flicking until she's babbling, incoherent, her whole body shaking.
"Oh God, oh God, ohGod—Cesar—I can't!" She babbles incoherently.
I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing her swollen flesh. I release one of her wrists and bring my hand between her legs. Slide one finger inside her.
She's tight. So fucking tight, clenching around me like she never wants to let go. And wet—drenched—slicking my hand as I pump into her slowly.
"More," she gasps. "Please, more!"
I add a second finger and she moans so loud it echoes off the bathroom tile. I curl them inside her, searching, and when I find that spot.
"FUCK!"
There it is.
I work her with my fingers, rubbing that spot with every stroke, and I get my mouth back on her clit. Licking and sucking and fucking her with my hand, worshipping her like she deserves, like she's the only thing in the world that matters.
Because right now, she is.
"Cesar—I'm going to come!"
"Come for me,mija." I look up at her as I say it, holding her gaze while my fingers pump and my tongue circles. "Come on my face. Let me taste it."
She shatters.
Her whole body goes rigid, her thighs trembling, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. I feel the flutter, the clench, the rush of wetness flooding my hand, and I groan against her, licking her through it, drinking down everything she gives me.
She's crying out my name. Over and over.Cesar, Cesar, Cesar. Like I'm the only word she knows.
I don't stop.
I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers, and before she's finished coming the first time, I push her toward a second. She's sobbing now, oversensitive, trying to squirm away, but I hold her in place.
"One more." My voice is wrecked. I sound like a man possessed. "Give me one more,preciosa. I know you have it in you."
"I can't!"
"You can." I suck her clit hard, thrust my fingers deep. "Be good for me. Come again."
She does.
This one is harder, longer. Her legs give out completely and I catch her with my free arm, holding her up while I work her through it. She's gushing around my fingers, her whole body convulsing, and the sounds she's making…I've never heard anything so beautiful in my life.
When she finally goes limp, I ease my fingers out of her slowly. She whimpers. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then her hip, then the curve of her stomach.
"Good girl," I murmur against her skin. "Such a good girl. You did so well."
She's trembling. Crying, I realize, tears sliding down her cheeks, but she's smiling too, looking down at me with an expression I can't quite read.
"Cesar..."
I rise to my feet, my knees aching from the cold tile, my cock so hard it's painful. I don't care. I pull her into my arms and hold her, letting her rest against my chest.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
She laughs, breathless. "I don't think I can feel my legs." She tilts her head back. Looks at me with those blue eyes, still wet with tears, still dazed from pleasure.
