Her hips buck, and a choked cry is absorbed by the pillow.
My tongue delves into her, fucking her with the same rhythm my cock is aching to.
I can feel her getting close. The tension in her thighs, the way her breath hitches, the desperate little sounds she's making.
Her hips are moving, grinding against my face, chasing her pleasure. She is no longer worried about my injury or recovery. She is thinking only about the pleasure I can bring her.
I feel a savage, primal satisfaction.
I want to hear her scream.
Next time, I tell myself. Next time, I'm going to make her scream until her throat is raw.
For now, I have to be content with whatever escapes the pillow she's now biting down on.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them to find that spot I know will make her fall apart.
Her back arches, and I know I've found it.
I rub that spot, hard, as I continue to torment her clit with my tongue.
"Adrian," she says, the fabric between her teeth. "Oh, God. I'm..."
I suck her clit hard and curl my fingers, and she shatters.
Her body convulses, a long, hard shudder of release. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm as it washes over her.
I don't stop. I keep licking, keep sucking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she is a writhing, sobbing mess above me.
When it's finally over, she collapses, her body limp and boneless. Her head is on my chest, her hair a tangled mess, her breathing ragged and uneven.
My cock is a hot, hard, demanding ache against my stomach.
I am in agony.
And I have never been happier.
I'm also definitely not done. Before she's even fully recovered, my tongue is back on her clit, no mercy.
Shocked, she cries out into the pillow and jerks her body up instinctively. I hold her close and just keep at it. It's only a moment before she's changed her tune and is now riding my tongue with renewed fervor.
I love it. I've never done this before, but with her, it feels right.
This one is faster. More intense. Her orgasm tears through her, a violent, beautiful storm.
When she collapses this time, she's completely spent. She lies against my chest, her body trembling.
I can feel my own control starting to fray. I need to be inside her. Now.
I gently roll us, carefully, until we're lying on our sides, facing each other.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her face flushed with pleasure. She looks beautiful. Sated. And mine.
"Adrian," she whispers, her voice husky and breathless. "I can't."
"You can," I whisper back, my lips brushing hers. "I haven't even fucked you yet, Caterina."
Her eyes flutter open. She looks at me, her gaze dazed.
