“Please—”
“Please what?” I look up at her from between her thighs. Her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed. Beautiful. Wanting.“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
She groans. Frustrated. Desperate. “Your mouth.”
“Where?”
“Elio.”
I kiss her hip bone. “Where, Violet?”
“Between my—” She breaks off, cheeks flushing darker. “You know.”
I do know. But I want the words. Want her to own this, to claim it the way she claimed me.
“Say it.”
Her eyes meet mine. That spine of steel I’ve been watching for weeks, that refusal to break no matter what I threw at her, shining through.
“I want your mouth on my pussy.” Clear. Unflinching. “Now.”
Fuck, yes.
I pull the nightgown the rest of the way off. Spread her thighs wide. And I look.
She’s wet. Glistening in the golden light, swollen and pink and perfect. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, and my mouth waters. Last time I didn’t get to savor it, I was making a point. This time I’ll take my fill.
“Beautiful.” The word falls out without permission.
“Elio—”
I lower my mouth.
The first taste of her destroys something fundamental in my brain. Musky and sweet and so fuckinggoodI have to press my hips into the mattress to keep from rutting like an animal.Somehow this feels different to when I pleasured her in the restaurant. More important. More. Just more.
I lick her in slow circles. Around her clit, not touching it directly. Teasing. Building. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her hands fisting the sheets.
“Fuck—”
I spread her open with my fingers, exposing the tight bud of her clit to the cool air before dragging my tongue flat across it. Her whole body jerks.
“Oh, god?—”
Again. Slower this time. Mapping every fold, every ridge, learning exactly what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she cries out, hips bucking up against my face.
I pin her down with one arm across her stomach.
Not yet.
I want this to last. Want to take her apart piece by piece, the way I’ve been taking her apart for weeks. But this time she asked for it. This time shechoseit.
I fuck her with my tongue. Thrusting into her entrance while my nose rubs against her clit. She’s so wet the sounds are obscene. Slick and messy and perfect. I use my fingers to spread her wider, to open her up, and I devour her like I’m starving.
“Elio—I can’t—I’m going to?—”
