Chapter Twenty #2
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking, while pushing her back onto the bed at the same time.
"Oh," she gasps. "Yes."
She rocks her hips.
"Don't move," I say, releasing her.
"I can't."
"You can."
"I'm close."
"Already?" I tease. "I've barely touched you."
"You don't know what you do to me."
"Oh, I think I have some idea."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Then you should not be surprised."
"Perhaps not. But I will not give you what you want until you behave."
"I am," she says, frustrated.
"You are not."
She takes a breath and tries to settle into the mattress.
"Better," I say, sliding my hand up her thigh.
I take her nipple into my mouth again.
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.
I run a finger along her inner thigh.
She bites her lip.
I do it again.
"You are a monster."
"You have no idea," I say, slipping a finger into her.
She lets out a cry, but stills her hips.
"Very good," I murmur.
I slide another finger inside her.
She whimpers.
Then I start moving, thrusting slowly.
She cries out.
"Oh," she gasps. "Oh, God."
Her head falls back.
"Stay with me, cara."
She lifts her head.
I thrust deeper.
Her hands tighten on her thighs.
"Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this?" I ask, pumping my fingers. "So eager to please. So desperate."
"Mario," she gasps.
"Yes, cara?"
"Please, I need to move."
"I'm not convinced."
"I will be good," she says. "So good. Just... let me."
"Let you what?"
"Fuck your fingers," she blurts.
Heat and arousal course through me.
"That's what you want? To fuck my fingers?"
"Yes."
"Ask me properly."
"Please, let me fuck your fingers."
I grin.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
She moans in relief.
"Come here," I say, helping her straddle my legs as I sit back against the headboard.
She releases her thighs and sits, her pussy spread wide, wet and eager.
My cock throbs.
"Go ahead, cara. Fuck my fingers."
She hesitates, looking uncertain, as she's so exposed sitting in my lap this way.
"Now, Victoria," I say.
Slowly, she reaches down and pushes the material of her panties aside and sinks down onto my fingers.
I feel the tightness of her cunt around my fingers, and my cock stiffens even more.
She moves tentatively, like she is unsure what to do.
"Move, cara," I say gently. "Use my fingers the way you would my cock."
"This is very... open," she says, her cheeks flushing, clearly self-conscious.
"There is no one here but us."
"I know, but..."
"Do you want this?" I ask in a stern tone.
She shudders but nods.
"Then fuck my fingers now," I order.
Her eyes meet mine, and she takes a deep breath.
And then she begins to move.
Slowly at first.
Her cunt squeezes my fingers.
I fight the urge to throw her down on the bed and drive myself into her.
I am enjoying this too much.
And I am not nearly finished with her.
She moves a little faster, her eyes growing heavy, her breath growing shorter.
"Yes, cara. Like that. That's what I want."
Her hips move faster, and her breasts bounce slightly.
"Oh, God," she breathes, her eyes falling closed.
"No," I say, catching her nipple and twisting it. "Eyes on me."
They fly open.
"Oh," she gasps, moving even faster.
"Do you like riding my fingers?"
"Yes."
"How about my cock?"
She swallows, but does not look away.
"Would you like that, Victoria?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Yes."
"You want to ride my cock, is that it?"
"Yes."
"You want to feel my cock inside you, fucking you, deeper and harder, and faster, and—"
"Yes," she moans, rocking her hips.
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes," she moans, fucking my fingers furiously now.
"Can you take all of me in that tight cunt like you did in your throat?"
She whimpers.
"You did so well when I came in your throat," I tell her. "Fucked it like you were made for it."
"I was," she gasps, her head falling back.
"Victoria."
Her head comes back up.
"Fuck my fingers," I order. "Fuck them like they're my cock. Hard and deep."
She moans.
Her body rocks.
My cock throbs.
And her eyes hold mine.
"That's it," I say. "That's exactly what I want. That's my good girl. My sweet girl. My perfect, beautiful girl. Ride my fingers. Take them deep inside that greedy cunt."
"Yes, yes," she gasps.
"Take what you need. Whatever you want. I'm going to give it to you. Let you fuck my cock. Let you come on it. Over and over."
"Oh, God."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock."
"What was that?"
"I want your cock."
"Tell me what you want," I repeat.
"I want your cock," she yells, fucking my fingers harder. "I want you to fuck me. To fuck my cunt."
"Fuck," I hiss, her words pushing me to the edge.
"Please," she says. "Please. Please. Please."
"Are you ready, cara? Are you ready for my cock?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
I slide a hand into her hair and pull her to me, kissing her roughly.
Then just as she's about to come...
I pull my fingers out of her and use the hand in her hair to shove her back against the bed.
"Mario!" she cries. "You are a sadist."
But she swallows her words when I shove her thighs apart, grab her panties, and pull her panties down.
Before she can take another breath, my mouth is on her, my tongue sliding between her slick, swollen folds.
Her taste floods my mouth.
Her scent surrounds me.
Her next curse turns into a scream of pleasure.
I lick her.
Suck her.
Tug on her clit with my lips.
Drive her higher and higher.
And just as she is about to come, I pull back.
She moans.
"You're a monster."
I grin.
"I don't want to play anymore."
"Is that right?"
"It is. You're mean."
"I have bad news for you, sporcacciona," I say, licking her clit. "This isn't a fucking game."
Then I dive back in.
She screams and arches off the bed, but I press her hips into the mattress, keeping her in place.
And this time, I don't stop.
I devour her, licking and sucking, stroking her with my tongue.
She is close.
So close.
Her body is trembling.
She is panting and gasping and groaning and begging and cursing.
She is perfect.
"I want you," she says, her voice breaking. "Please, Mario. I want you."
"Then take me," I say, pressing a finger into her.
Her walls close around me.
"Come, Victoria," I say, curling my finger and finding her G-spot.
Her body bows, and she lets out a sob.
"That's it," I say, stroking her.
"I... oh."
"Come for me, cara. Come on my hand. Come in my mouth."
She whimpers.
"Come, Victoria. Show me how much you love this."
"Oh," she gasps, and her muscles start to tremble.
I stroke her G-spot, and her whole body jerks.
"Oh. Oh. Oh."
"That's it," I say. "Spread those legs wide for me, let me have it."
"Mario!" she screams, her body arching off the bed as she comes.
I don't let her go, working her hard and fast, drawing her orgasm out, until her thighs clamp around my head, and her fingers tangle in the sheets.
"Oh, God," she sobs, her thighs falling apart. "Oh, God. Oh, God."
I give her clit one final, long lick.
"Enough," she cries, trying to roll away.
"No," I say, holding her in place.
I keep licking her, slower this time, gentler, taking care of her swollen flesh, cleaning up her juices.
"Enough," she whispers.
"Not yet," I say, my mouth still on her.
"Mario," she gasps.
Her hips buck against me helplessly as she tries to get away.
I keep licking.
"Stop," she begs.
"No."
"Please."
"No," I say, kissing her thigh.
"Why are you torturing me?"
"Because you love it," I say. "I want you to remember this moment. Remember how I tasted you and gave you what no one ever has before."
"It is too much," she whispers.
"No, it's not. You can take more than you think you can."
Then I lick her slowly, gently, until her breath slows, and she relaxes into the bed.
"There we are," I murmur. "Just relax. I've got you."
I kiss her thigh again.
"Mario," she whispers.
"I'm here, cara."
"Please."
"What is it?"
"Come here," she says, reaching for me.
"Okay."
I move over her, and she takes my face in her hands.
Her eyes are soft and filled with tears.
"Are you all right?" I ask, worried I pushed her too far.
"Yes," she whispers. "That was incredible."
"Yes, it was," I agree.
"Mario," she says, her gaze moving to my mouth.
"What is it, cara?"
"Will you please fuck me now?"
Heat rushes through me, and my cock aches.
But an equal tenderness fills me at her vulnerable tone.
"Yes," I say, brushing my lips across hers. "I will."
I kiss her slowly.
She kisses me back.
Her hands slide down my neck and over my chest.
And then lower, down my stomach, her hand brushing my cock.
I groan into her mouth.
"I need you," she whispers.
"You have me," I promise.
She smiles.
And then her fingers curl around my shaft.
"Victoria."
"I need you to fuck me," she says, her grip on me firm.
"I am going to," I say. "But first..."
I take each of her hands and move them gently away from me.
With one hand, I reach under her and unclasp her bra, then slide it off her.
I press her hands into the mattress on each side of her head.
"Stay," I tell her.
She does, her eyes fixed on mine.
I release her hands and cup her breasts, rubbing her nipples.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts into my palms.
"Beautiful," I whisper.