“I want to hear you say it.”
“Dario.”
“Say it, Stevie.”
God, he’s relentless.
“My pussy,” I whisper, the word jagged and new and raw, but I give it to him anyway.
His smile is all dark praise. “Good girl.”
And then his mouth is exactly where I asked for it, and I’m arching off the bed, and he’s holding my hips down, and I’m so close, so close.
He stops.
“Dario.”
“Not yet.”
“I swear to God.”
“You’ll wait.” He kisses my hip bone. The inside of my thigh. Everywhere except where I need him. “You’ll wait because I asked you to. And when I let you come, it’s going to be worth the wait.”
I’m going to die. I’m going to die in this fancy hotel room because Dario Marchetti is going to edge me to death and they’ll find my body surrounded by room service menus.
“I can hear you thinking,” he says.
“I’m thinking about murdering you.”
“That’s fair.” He blows cool air across my heated skin. I whimper. “But you’re still going to wait.”
He drags me to the edge, once, twice, three times, each time with his tongue buried in me, fingers pressing deep, staring up at me, memorizing every twitch.
He teases my clit with slow, lazy circles, just enough to make my hips jerk, never enough to let me fall.
Every time my body locks, begging, he stops. Mouth hovers, hot breath on soaked skin, and he smirks when I whine.
“You can take more. Show me how bad you want it.”
By the fourth time, my thighs are shaking and I’m cursing him, swearing, pleading, begging, and he eats it up, won’t stop until I’m crying.
“Look at me,” he says, and I do. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Please. I can’t, I need.”
“You can. You’re doing so well.” He positions himself over me. Finally, finally. “One more time. Look at me.”
I look at him.
“I see you,” he says. “All of you. Every part. And I’m not going anywhere.”
He pushes inside me slow, letting me open around him. Never breaking eye contact.
“Dario.”
“I know.” He starts to move. Still slow. “I know, sweetheart. Stay with me.”
I stay with him. Through the build. Through the moments where I want to close my eyes, hide my face, disappear into sensation, he calls me back. Keeps me present. Keeps me here.
