Chapter Ten #2
"Patience, Victoria," I murmur. "And you'll get what you want."
I slide back down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her skin.
But I do not give her what she wants. Not yet.
Instead, I take my time, my hands exploring her body, my lips and tongue tasting every inch of her.
I am learning her.
Memorizing her.
I want to know what makes her gasp.
I want to know what makes her moan.
I want to know what makes her beg.
I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, and she giggles again, a soft breathless sound. I smile, and then I nip her skin gently, and the giggle dissolves into a moan.
She is so sensitive. So responsive.
It is intoxicating.
I could do this forever.
But I am a selfish man.
And I want what I want.
I make my way back up to the apex of her thighs, and her entire body tenses in anticipation.
I can feel her watching me, her gaze heavy.
I look up at her.
"Eyes on me, Victoria," I command.
Her eyes lock on mine.
I hold her gaze as I lower my head.
Just before I touch my lips to her, her head drops back on a moan.
I pause, pulling back slightly.
Her head lifts, her eyes flying to mine.
I push my body up and watch her eyes widen as I move farther away from where she wants me.
I reach over her head and grab a pillow.
"Up," I order.
Her eyes are wide and confused but she lifts herself onto her elbows. I slide the pillow under her head, then I do the same with the second one.
I slide my hand into her hair and grip it hard, lifting her face to mine.
She gasps, but her body goes soft.
She likes it.
I lower my head and capture her lips in a harsh, demanding kiss.
She meets me with a desperate hunger, but I break away before she can deepen it.
With my lips a whisper away from her, I repeat, "Eyes on me."
I emphasize the order with another tug of her hair, a little harder than before.
Her breath hitches. A choked, desperate sound escapes her.
Her pupils swallow the color of her eyes, and her thighs clamp around mine in involuntary reaction.
She is so ready.
But I keep completely still until she nods, eyes firmly locked on mine.
I release her hair and slide my body back down hers, my gaze never leaving hers as I settle between her splayed legs.
Then I lower my head.
And finally, finally, put my mouth on her.
I start with a long, slow lick, a full tasting.
Her hips buck, a choked sob tearing from her throat.
Her hands fist in the sheets, holding on tight.
But she does not look away.
Her eyes are locked on mine, dark and wild with a pleasure so intense it is almost painful to witness.
Her surrender is a gift.
One I will not waste.
I devour her.
There is no other word for it.
I lick and suck and nip, my tongue delving into her slick heat, my teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. I find her clit, a small, hard pearl of nerves, and I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.
Her entire body convulses as cries tear from her throat one after another.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her body arching off the bed in a bow.
I love the way she tastes.
I love the way she sounds.
I love the way she feels.
I could do this all night.
I could spend hours like this, my head between her thighs, my name on her lips.
But I can feel her body tensing, her movements becoming more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She is close.
So close.
I pull back, my lips and chin glistening with her arousal.
"No," she sobs. "Mario, please."
Her hips lift off the bed, chasing me.
"Patience," I repeat in a low voice.
And then I do it again.
I bring her to the brink again and again, each denial making the pleasure more intense, the need more desperate. I can feel her frustration mounting, her pleas becoming more incoherent.
She is lost to the pleasure.
Lost to me.
Her body is no longer her own.
It is mine.
To play with.
To command.
To pleasure.
And I am enjoying myself immensely.
I slide two fingers inside her, and she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me in an involuntary spasm.
I start to move them in and out of her, my tongue playing her clit like an instrument.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her body arching off the bed, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips.
She is so close.
Just a little more.
Just a little…
I could pull back. I could make this last longer, draw it out until she's so desperate, she can't speak or breathe.
But... I give her what she wants.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking hard as I piston my fingers into her, hitting a spot deep inside her that will make her go wild.
The effect is immediate.
Her entire body tenses, a bow pulled taut, and then she shatters.
She screams, a high, piercing sound of ecstasy.
Her back arches off the bed, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers in a series of frantic spasms.
I ride her through it, my tongue and fingers never ceasing their movements, prolonging the pleasure, drawing it out until she is a limp, quivering mass in my arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.
I slowly withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss.
I crawl up her body and press my lips to hers in a soft, dreamy kiss.
She kisses me back with a dazed sweetness that is a stark contrast to the wild desperation from just moments before.
I pull back and look down at her.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her face flushed a beautiful, rosy pink.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I wait, my heart pounding in my chest, for her to look at me.
A few moments pass.
Finally, her eyelids flutter open.
She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, dazed, a soft gray-green in the dim light of the room.
She looks like she's just woken up from the most incredible dream.
"Is this about where your dreams end, cara?" I murmur softly.
The corners of her mouth lift in a slow, sleepy smile.
"This," she says and lets out a deep sigh, "is nothing like my dreams."
My cock, which had been a constant, demanding ache, hardens to an almost painful degree at her words.
I have never seen a woman come so hard, so completely. It was a beautiful, terrifying, awe-inspiring thing to witness.
It's not enough.
I want more.
I want to be inside her.
I need to be inside her.