This time, she holds still, though her breath catches.
Her thighs tremble.
And I know that I'm teasing her.
Making her wait.
Tormenting her.
I know what she wants.
She wants to come.
Wants me to make her come.
She is wet and waiting and eager.
But not yet.
Not yet.
I release her nipple and kiss her neck, then the hollow of her throat, then her collarbone.
Then her other nipple.
She groans.
Her hips shift.
I release her.
"Mario," she whines.
"Shh," I say, tracing the line of her panties down her stomach, along the top of her hip.
"You are evil."
"I know," I say.
I pull her panties to the side.
She is wet and slick.
I trace her entrance, then circle her clit.
"Mario," she breathes.
"What is it, cara?"
"I want to come."
"Do you?"
"Please."
"You know the rules."
She groans, but she keeps her hips still.
