"Not yet." I pull back, denying her the release she's seeking. "Not until I say you can."
The whimper of frustration she makes satisfies something primal in me. I resume my attentions, building her back toward the edge, then retreating again. Each time I deny her, her pleas grow more desperate.
"Please." The word finally emerges, broken and needy. "Please let me come."
"Since you asked so nicely." I return to her center with renewed focus, fingers and tongue working in concert. "Come for me, Judy. Now."
Her release is immediate and intense, body bowing off the bed as she cries out my name. I continue my attentions, gentler now, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until she collapses back onto the mattress, trembling.
I rise, removing the blindfold so I can see her eyes. They're dark with satisfaction and something deeper, more vulnerable.
"Thank you," she whispers, surprising me again with her directness.
"We're not done." I stand, unbuckling my belt and removing my remaining clothes. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of my erection, hard and ready. "Not even close."
I retrieve a condom from the bedside table, rolling it on with practiced control. When I return to the bed, I position myself above her, supporting my weight on my forearms.
"I need to be inside you." The words come raw with honesty. "Tell me you want that too."
"I do." She reaches up, tracing my jawline with gentle fingers. "I want to feel all of you."
I capture her mouth in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. When I finally position myself at her entrance, I pull back to watch her face as I push inside. The sensation is exquisite—tight, hot, perfect.
"Christ, you feel good." I fight for control as I bury myself fully inside her. "So fucking good."
She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist to take me deeper. I establish a rhythm, slow and measured at first, watching her reactions to guide me.
"Harder." She surprises me with the demand, hands clutching at my shoulders. "Please."
"Ask properly." I still my movements, denying us both. "Beg me."
Her eyes narrow slightly, that flash of defiance I've come to appreciate. Then something shifts in her expression, surrender replacing resistance.
"Please, Dario." Her voice drops, soft and pleading. "Please fuck me harder."
The words unlock something primal in me. I withdraw almost completely before driving back in with force that makes her gasp. The pace I set is relentless, one hand gripping her hip to hold her in place, the other braced beside her head.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl against her ear, feeling her tighten around me with each thrust. "To be fucked so hard you feel it tomorrow? So every time you move, you remember who was inside you?"
"Yes." The admission comes between gasps. "Yes, God, yes."
I shift slightly, changing the angle to hit the spot that makes her cry out with each thrust. Her nails dig into my back, marking me as thoroughly as I'm marking her.
"Touch yourself." The command comes rough with exertion. "Make yourself come around my cock."
Her hand lowers to her pussy, fingers finding her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I thrust inside her pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
"That's it." I watch her face, the building tension, the parted lips. "Come for me again, Judy. Let me feel you."
Her orgasm takes her suddenly, walls clenching around me as she arches up with a cry that might be my name. The sensation triggers my own release, powerful and consuming. I bury myself deep inside her, groaning against her neck as pleasure overwhelms me.
For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing heavily. I shift to avoid crushing her with my weight, but keep her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
"You okay?" I brush damp hair from her forehead, studying her face.
"Better than okay." A languid smile curves her lips. "Definitely not what I expected."
"In what way?"
