Page 89 of Secrets of the Brother
Bianca pressed her hand against my head to push me away as she tried to wiggle her hips to the side. “I don’t like this.”
Capturing her gaze, I opened my mouth and released a warm breath over her exposed flesh before saying, “Does that mean you forfeit? If so, then say it, say you love me… and mean it.”
Bianca bit her lip.
I watched as indecision played through her dark eyes.
With a resigned huff, she fell back onto the pillows.
I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Her thigh muscles tightened.
I flicked it again.
Bianca’s hips shifted.
I swirled my tongue around and around, applying gently intensifying pressure with each pass.
Bianca fisted the sheets.
I slowly increased the rhythm as I watched her chest rise and fall with her labored breath.
Once again, she tried to object. She attempted to twist her knees to the side. “Enzo, please. I’m not sure…”
I placed my palm on her stomach, steadying her. “I am, baby.”
I continued to tongue her clit in a slow and steady rhythm, only gently varying the pressure as I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger.
Her head fell back. “Oh! Oh!”
I pushed my finger inside and twisted it, hooking the tip to make sure I stimulated all those delicious, delicate nerve endings.
Her hips bucked.
Her pussy clenched around my finger. I added a second one.
This time when she reached her hand to my head, it was to grasp my hair. “That’s it, babygirl. You taste so fucking good,” I growled against her pussy, knowing she’d feel the vibration of my voice.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her tight passage as I matched the rhythm with my tongue.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Enzo!”
Her hips bucked again.
I flicked her clit harder. “Say it, baby.”
Her back arched.
Knowing she was excruciatingly close, I pulled my mouth away. I added a third finger and thrust in hard as I leaned over her. “Say it,” I demanded.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side.
“Eyes on me,” I snarled.
Her eyes snapped open.
I jutted my chin up. “Say it. Now.”
