"You can." He slows his thrusts. Keeps the pressure on my clit steady. "You'll come when I tell you to."
I whimper.
He's torturing me. Building me up and holding me at the edge. Every nerve in my body is screaming for release.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please let me come."
"Not yet."
He pulls out almost completely. Just the tip inside me. His fingers circle my clit in slow, maddening strokes.
"Dante." I'm begging now. I don't care. "Please. I need?—"
He slams back in.
I scream again. Louder this time. The pleasure crashes through me like a wave.
"Not yet," he snarls. "Hold it."
I can't. I can't hold it. I'm going to shatter into a million pieces.
"Look at you." His voice is dark. Possessive. "Bent over for me. Begging for my cock. Taking everything I give you."
"Yes."
He groans. His hips snap forward. Harder. Faster. His fingers work my clit without mercy.
"Now," he commands. "Come for me now."
I break.
The orgasm tears through me. Violent. Overwhelming. I scream his name as my body convulses around him. My legs give out completely.
He catches me.
His arm wraps around my waist. Holds me up as he fucks me through it. Each thrust extends the pleasure until I'm sobbing against the wall.
"That's it." His voice is strained. Close. "That's my girl."
I'm still coming when he pulls out. His hand leaves my hair. Both arms wrap around me from behind.
He turns me. Lifts me. Sets me on the edge of the tub.
I'm shaking. Tears streaming down my face. Not from pain. From the intensity of it. From the way he broke me open and put me back together.
Dante kneels in front of me.
His hands cup my face. Thumbs wipe away the tears.
"Hey." His voice is soft now. Gentle. "Look at me."
I open my eyes.
He's watching me with something that looks like wonder. Like I'm the most precious thing he's ever seen.
