“Fanso,” she whined.
He stopped all movement and froze in place. The best way to provoke her was to deny her midstream.
He could feel her internal struggle. She wanted more. She wanted to follow through, but she was afraid.
When he first realized that Daleyza was aroused by things thatweren’t traditional in most relationships, he’d been surprised. He’d also been careful, introducing her to things slowly. He’d watched her, read the clues, and only pushed one small step at a time. Whatever she wanted, she got, but only when she was ready for it.
As her confidence grew, she associated his actions with his desire for her. Once she truly believed he wanted her for exactly who she was as a person, all insecurity flew out the window.
He didn’t think it would take much time at all to initiate her back into their past adventures, especially based on how she’d reacted so far.
“I burn, Ildefanso. I need it,” she begged.
“You know the rules,belleza. You need to ask for what you want. Specifically.” He emphasized the last word.
She struggled for a few more minutes with the decision. He was nothing if not patient. He could wait her out.
He knew the moment her decision was made. Her entire body relaxed, letting her upper body truly sink into the mattress, and her weight shifted entirely to her shins, kneeling beneath her.
“Por favor. Fóllame el culo.”
He smiled evilly against her cheek. “I love giving you what you want,belleza. You’re not ready for my cock there yet. But I think we can improvise,sí?”
With another press of his lips to her skin, he rose and refit his front to her back, curling around her, seaming their flesh together. Instantly, his fingers thrust rapidly inside her, front and back, so he could feel himself through the thin wall separating them. At the same time, he rotated his thumb against her clit. Each thrust against her walls, each swirl against her nub, created a symphony of gasps, pleas for mercy, and twitches, and the faster he moved, the higher her pitch, the more desperate her pleas.
“Please, Fanso. I need to come.”
“Do you,belleza?”
“I ache for you.”
“Mmm, you do sound desperate,” he taunted. “Do you deserve to come, my Leeza? I don’t know if you deserve it yet.”
A soft cry escaped at his teasing. His forehead to her spine, he licked at the sweat forming along her vertebrae. Her breaking point was almost here.
“Just a little longer, Leeza.”
The cry that fell from her this time was closer to anguish. She wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.
“This is torture, Fanso.”
“Oh, mybelleza. Remember, again, what’s the rule?”
She wailed in response.
He stopped moving.
“Mierda!Ildefanso, please make me come.”
The smile disappeared. “Come, Daleyza.” With his command, he thrust heavy and hard inside her, holding his fingers in place, and he gave one stroke of his thumb across her clit. She clenched around him, then shattered beneath him, her mouth dropping open as if to scream, but no sound came out.
As she came down from her initial peak, he felt her limbs begin to shudder. Gently, he eased from her body, gathering her around the waist to pull her upright against his chest.
When she finally reached equilibrium, he eased her down onto the bed. “Stay.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted to,” she mumbled.
He smirked, then passed into the bathroom. He turned the shower on, waited for the water to warm, and when it was ready, he left the door open as he returned to the bedroom.
