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After he returned and poured our drinks, I played with the rim of the glass with my index finger as Gia swished the dark liquid.
“Why aren’t you drinking?” She stopped mid-sip. “Oh god, you aren’t trying to drug me again, are you?” She placed her glass on the table and pushed it toward the center.
I leaned over, grabbed her glass, and downed it. “No, I wasn’t drugging you.” As I pushed my drink toward her, the bottom of my full glass scraped against the table.
“With my luck, you drugged this one, knowing I would ask you about that one.” She pointed toward the empty glass. Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t trust you.”
“What would I get from drugging you, Gia? Come on.”
“I know what you’d take if I was drugged.” Gia pushed the glass back toward me.
“I don’t need to drug you to take that.” I gestured toward her lap and raised my eyebrow. “Besides, I’d want you awake tofeelevery inch of me.” My head filled with thoughts of her doing just that.
She blew hair from her forehead before standing and walking to the balcony’s railing, looking across the courtyard as she leaned over it. She was teasing me, and she knew it. Her hips wiggled slightly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Seeing her in that familiar position made me painfully hard and sent an aching throb through my cock. My mind raced with thoughts of taking her. I dropped my head back and sighed.
She wants to play? I’ll play.I walked over to her, grabbing her hips firmly and allowing my breath to roll over her neck as she looked back at me. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared at me.
“I don’t want you to fuck me,” she said.
“I don’t need to fuck you.”
I grabbed her, turned her to face me, and lifted her. She squealed as she looked down at me, her legs wrapping around my hips. Her skirt slid up her thighs as I laid her on the patio table, knocking off the bottle of bourbon and the glasses. The glass crashed to the concrete floor, shattering into pieces. The smell of liquor hung in the air. Our eyes locked as I pushed the dress up her thighs so slowly that goosebumps rose on her skin. My gaze dropped to the black panties between her legs hiding what I craved. What I needed. I snatched her panties aside, exposing her incredible pussy. The same one that squeezed the come from my cock in my dreams.
I began to devour her. Her body was tense beneath my touch, as if she wanted me to stop. I couldn’t stop. A soft moan left her parted lips as her chest rose, arching her back. She was so wet that it dripped from her, and I lapped it up. She tasted sweet, how I imagined she would taste if I ever had the chance to lay her in front of me. Her thighs trembled as her hands gripped the edges of the table.
“I’m going to c—” she began to whisper, her legs shaking.
I stopped all movement of my mouth, and she looked down at me with a shocked expression and her lips parted.
“What the fuck?”
“I didn’t say you could come yet,” I growled as I traced around her clit with my finger, refusing to put any pressure directly on it.
“What the fuck do you mean?” She rose onto her elbows and went to close her legs, but I held them open.
“I also didn’t say it’s time to stop.” My arms flexed as I spread her legs again.
She looked bewildered, and I was fine with that. I wanted her to want that orgasm so badly it made her sick. Once she breathed evenly again, I dove into her, letting my tongue work her all over again. Every lick brought her closer and closer. Her muscles began to tense again, and the familiar quivering of her thighs vibrated against my shoulders. She tried not to tell me when she was going to come, but I could feel the moment she began teetering on the edge of her orgasm.
So I stopped.
“No, no, no, come on!” She dropped her head back, and her thighs tried to clamp shut, to cause friction to push her over the edge I dangled her from.
“Ah, ah,” I scolded as I kept her thighs spread.
“No, fuck you, Enzo,” she said as she tried to scoot away from me.
I grabbed her hips and held her in front of me. She wasn’t going anywhere.
When her pleasure had been replaced by her anger, I gave her what she wanted again. My tongue worked her in slow, even strokes, the pleasure filling her body with every flick. I caught her dripping wetness with my tongue and slid up, curling my tongue at her clit. Her moans grew, breaking the silence of the night air once more. Each time I brought her toward the edge and stopped her descent, she was easier and easier to bring to that point again.
She grabbed my hair and tugged as if she could keep me from pulling away with just her measly grasp. Her body begged for release before her mouth could, and she let out a frustrated scream as I pulled away from her and wiped my mouth. Gia covered her face with her hands and sighed. She was pissed she’d let me go down on her. And angrier I couldn’t at least make her come.
“You’re a fucking piece of shit,” she hissed as she pulled her skirt down. “Really?”
“I didn’t say you could come yet.” I grinned at her. “And it won’t be tonight.” I reached over, brushed her hair back, and kissed her. With a light touch, I slid my hand between her legs again and she shuddered against me.
“Fuck you!” she yelled as she stood and kneed me in the groin.
