Page 26 of The Mafioso’s Bride

“I’m going to touch your pussy with two fingers. I’ll keep the pressure firm.”

Her eyes fix on my hand. “Do it.”

I stroke through her wetness and circle her clit. Her hips lift from the mattress.

“Keep doing exactly that,” she says.

I keep the same rhythm. She gives directions with startling accuracy: more pressure, a fraction higher, no teasing strokes along her thighs. I follow each one. Her legs open farther. Her wetness coats my fingers.

“I’m going to put one finger inside you.”

“Will it hurt?”

“It shouldn’t. Tell me if it does.”

I enter her with one finger while my thumb stays on her clit. Her body tightens around me.

“More pressure.”

I curl my finger and press against the soft front wall of her pussy. She cries out and clamps both hands around the blanket.

“That place,” she says. “Do that again.”

I give her the same stroke. Her thighs tremble on either side of me.

“I want to taste you.”

“What will you do?”

“Put my mouth on your pussy. Lick your clit. Use my finger inside you at the same time.”

Her lips part. “Yes.”

I press an open kiss against her wet flesh. She jerks once. I stop.

“Bad?”

“Unexpected. You said you would lick me.”

“You’re right. I’ll use my tongue now.”

She gives one nod and opens her legs farther.

I lick her clit, slow and firm. Her hips rise into my mouth. I keep my tongue where she needs it and slide my finger into her again.

She tastes clean and sweet. Her pleasure has none of the rehearsed sounds or flattering lies women have used in my bed. When I miss the place she wants, she tells me. When I return to it, she praises me with a broken moan.

“Luca. More pressure.”

I flatten my tongue against her clit and curl my finger inside her. Her heel digs into the mattress.

“Yes. There. Don’t change it.”

I don’t move a damned inch. Her thighs close around my head. I brace one forearm across her hips and hold her against the mattress, giving her the firm restraint her body seeks. She cries my name as I work her clit and finger her harder.

“I’m going to come.”

“Come in my mouth.”