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I look up at her, and our eyes meet.

She is watching me, her chest heaving, her blue eyes wide and wild. Her blonde hair is a mess on the pillow, her lips swollen, her skin flushed.

She's never looked more beautiful.

I lower my head and flick my tongue against her clit.

Her entire body bows, and a choked cry escapes her.

I do it again, and she whimpers.

I take my sweet time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her. The way she responds to my every touch, every stroke of my tongue.

She is panting, her hands fisted in the sheets, her hips rocking against my face.

She is so close, and I want to push her over the edge.

But I want to make her suffer just a little bit more. It is payback for the last several days, for the constant battle of wills, for the way she's pushed every single one of my buttons.

I pull away, and she lets out a wail of protest.

"Lorenzo," she cries out.

I kiss her inner thigh.

"I'm going to kill you," she pants. "I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to enjoy it."

I chuckle against her skin.

"Patience, my sweet Donatella," I say again, knowing exactly how much she hates that word right now.

"But first," she continues, "I'm going to tie you to this bed and fuck you until I'm done with you. And then I'm going to kill you."

Well.

Well, that sounds promising.

"You can do that later," I murmur, then give her clit another slow, torturous lick.

She groans and pulls at her own hair.

I'm not going to lie. Her threat, more than anything, has me completely and utterly on board for round two. And three. And...

But right now, I think that’s enough.

I take pity on both of us and finally take her clit into my mouth, sucking it hard as I surge my fingers into her hard.

She screams, her back arching off the bed.

I don't let up this time. I want her to come. I want to feel her orgasm, to taste it.

I flick my tongue against her clit, then suck it again, my fingers continuing to pump into her, hard and fast.

I can feel her inner walls begin to flutter, a tell-tale sign of her impending orgasm.

That's all the encouragement I need.

I double down on my efforts, licking and sucking her clit, my fingers curling inside her to find that sensitive spot that will send her over the edge.