"Don't stop."
His laugh is dark. Satisfied. "I wasn't planning to."
His mouth returns to me. Hungrier than before. His tongue works my clit while two fingers push back inside, curling and stroking that spot that makes me see stars.
I'm going to scream. I know I am. There's no way to stay quiet when he touches me like this. When he eats me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.
My hand finds his hair. Grips. Pulls.
Bruno groans against me. The vibration sends shockwaves through my entire body.
"That's it," he murmurs between licks. "Pull harder."
I do. I yank his hair like I'm trying to hurt him, and he responds by sucking my clit harder. By fucking me faster with his fingers. By making me feel things I didn't know were possible.
The pressure builds. Coils tight in my belly. I'm close. So close.
"Bruno—I'm going to?—"
He doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down.
Bruno
She comes apart on my tongue.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her back arches off the mattress. The sound she makes is somewhere between a scream and a sob, muffled by her own hand pressed against her mouth.
I don't stop.
I keep licking. Keep sucking. Keep fucking her with my fingers while her walls clench and pulse around me.
Her body shakes. Trembles. Falls back against the sheets.
I pull my mouth away. Wipe my chin with the back of my hand.
She's panting. Chest heaving. Eyes glazed and unfocused.
Beautiful.
"Bruno..." Her voice is wrecked. Hoarse. "That was..."
"We're not done."
Her eyes widen. "What?"
I grip her thighs. Squeeze. "Stand up."
She blinks at me. Still dazed. Still trying to catch her breath.
"I can't feel my legs," she whispers.
"Stand up, Antonella."
Something in my voice cuts through her haze. She pushes herself up on shaky arms. Swings her legs over the side of the bed. Plants her feet on the floor.
She wobbles. Grabs the nightstand for support.
I watch her. Every movement. Every tremor. The way her chest rises and falls. The way her shorts hang crooked on her hips, still pushed aside from where I had my mouth on her.