Page 183 of Stalking Ginevra

He hums as if I’m the most captivating thing he’s ever tasted, the vibration infusing me with a rush of heat. I rock my hips, chasing the exquisite friction of his mouth against my swollen clit. Each movement hits with perfect precision, his tongue flicking and swirling, pushing me to the brink of madness.

“Benito…” I gasp, my fingers tightening around the fabric.

His eyes, dark and hungry, pull me deeper into his soul. The way he looks at me—like I’m the only woman who exists—is beyond addictive.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles against my folds. His other words are muffled, lost in the slick, messy sounds of his devotion.

I’m so sensitive that I swear I feel every taste bud, and when he swirls his tongue around my clit again, I shiver. Every nerve ignites under the intensity of his ministrations, and I lose myself in ecstasy. His stubble grazes the sensitive skin of myinner thighs, adding a delicious edge of roughness that leaves me gasping for more.

“Yes,” I moan, grinding down, chasing the delicious friction.

His hands slide up my thighs, holding me steady, guiding my rhythm with a firm grip. No man has ever given me such control or surrendered to me so completely. It’s almost as intoxicating as this pleasure.

“More.” I tug on his hair, loving the way it makes his eyes flutter shut.

Like a good boy, he quickens his pace, lapping my clit like it’s his last meal. Each flick and swirl of his tongue draws out desperate moans. It almost feels wrong to defile the tree house Uncle Enzo commissioned when we were young.

A laugh bubbles up my chest as I remember his warnings not to engage in any funny business. Does it count now that we’re married?

The thought of this beautiful, powerful protector being my husband sends a surge of euphoria that takes me to the edge.

“I’m so close,” I pant, my hips rolling, my breaths coming in ragged bursts.

Benito groans, the sound vibrating through my folds, intensifying the sensations building in my core. His tongue moves faster, more insistent, and I lose myself in the delicious torment of his worship.

“Come for me,” he moans, the words muffled.

The muscles of my pussy tighten as the pressure ebbs to breaking point. I’ve never felt so powerful, so utterly desired. Benito’s fingers dig into my hips, urging me on, giving silent permission to use him. To take what I need.

I ride his face with abandon, reveling the frantic buildup of pressure, each flick of his tongue pushing me closer to the precipice.

Then something inside me snaps, and every sensation he’s lavished escapes in an explosion of pleasure. My orgasm hits, crashing through my system in a rush of flames.

“Benito… fuck,” I cry out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My thighs clench, my torso convulses, and the muscles of my core jerk and spasm as I come undone.

His tongue works over my clit through every pulse, every wave of release, until my body becomes a raw nerve. I tighten my fingers around his hair, trying to pull each strand from the root.

Chuckling, he gets the message and eases off, finally allowing me to breathe. I gasp through the rest of the climax until the sensations become bearable.

“That was…” I say through panting breaths, my mind falling blank.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs into my twitching pussy. “I know.”

My heart flutters at the endearment. I meet his eyes, which soften with a smile.

With a happy sigh, I lift myself off his face, my legs still trembling from the aftershocks. Benito stills beneath me, his lips glistening with my release. His eyes shine with enough satisfaction to make me flush.

“Wow.” I slide back down his bare chest and lean in to press a kiss to his swollen lips, tasting my arousal.

He returns the kiss, his hands sliding up my back and pulling me close. “You were so beautiful, coming all over my face.”

Resting my forehead against his, I bask in the warmth of his devotion. “Thank you,”I whisper, surrendering the weight of my past, replacing it with the warmth of his love. “For always seeing me.”

Smiling, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll always worship you. You’re my everything.”

EIGHTY-FOUR

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