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This is what I have been craving.
I devour her.
My tongue delves into her heat, tasting her, exploring her. I find her clit, a small, hard pearl of nerves, and I circle it with my tongue, teasing, tasting.
She is mindless now, a creature of pure sensation.
She is no longer fighting me.
She is riding my face, her hands tangled in my hair, holding me to her, her hips grinding against my mouth desperately.
A beautiful sight, but I'm not quite ready to give her what she wants.
I slow down, lightening the pressure, drawing back until I am barely touching her.
"No," she whimpers. "Don't stop."
I pull away completely and look at her.
She is a mess. A beautiful, glorious mess. Her hair is a tangled halo around her head, her face is flushed, her lips are swollen. Her chest is heaving with each ragged breath.
And her eyes are fixed on me, dark with a need so intense it is almost frightening.
She has the look of a cornered animal.
Desperate.
Wild.
Beautiful.
All mine.
"Please," she begs. "Mario, please."
I smile, slow and predatory.
"Please what, Victoria?" I ask, my voice low.
"Please don't stop," she begs. "I'll do anything. Just don't stop."
I almost come at her words.
I love how she sounds.
How desperate she is for me.
I crawl up her body and press my lips to her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She kisses me back with a wildness that is breathtaking.
"Do you taste how delicious you are?" I murmur against her lips.
Her response is a desperate whine.
She can't form words. She just writhes against me. She is trying to get friction from my leg that is pressed between hers.
She is failing.
I am in complete control.
