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"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.

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