‘I’m going to touch you.’
‘Please.’
She’d die if he didn’t. Her world became a pinpoint of desire. The agony at the juncture of her thighs she knew only he could ease. He stroked his fingers along her upper thighs, feather-light, and she arched her back. Trying to get closer to him.
‘I won’t leave you wanting any longer,’ he said. Slipping two fingers to her clitoris where she craved him most. Stroking. Circling in a slow, steady rhythm.
‘I wish you could see what I’m doing to you. How hot you are. How wet. How desperately your body wants mine inside you.’
She moaned. This was beyond her experience. Alone, in her bedroom, imaging, drawing, had been nothing but two dimensions. This wasallreal. Her breaths coming sharp and fast as the exquisite pleasure of his fingers wound her tighter and higher. He was right. She wanted him inside her, desperate for him to fill the craving deep in her core.
‘That’s right, Lulu. Open your legs wider, sweetheart. Let me slide one finger inside. See how good it feels. Do you want that?’
Right now, she feared she’d give him everything if he asked it of her.
‘Yes, yes. Please.’ Her voice breathless, barely able to make the words.
His clever fingers left her clitoris and she moaned again.
‘So needy for me,’ he said, almost sounding reverent.
She arched her back again as one of his fingers toyed with her entrance. ‘This is going to feel so good. I promise.’
He slid a finger deep inside her and moaned himself. ‘So hot. My God. Lulu. Feel what you do to me.’
He took her free hand in his, pressed it to the crotch of his trousers. The thick, hard length there. She whimpered. The size of him. Her body flushed as if fevered. He flexed his hips into her hand.
‘Soon. But I need to make sure you’re ready.’
‘I am. Please. Right now,’ she chanted. The ecstasy held just out of reach, driving her on. It didn’t matter how big he felt, all fear fled in the face of this need.
‘You won’t be ready till you’re only capable of sobbing my name.’
It sounded like a promise wound in an erotic threat. Another flush of goosebumps shivered over her.
‘Now, let’s get started on that. Feel this?’ He did something inside her, found a spot with one finger that tore through her like an electric shock. Unbidden, a wail of pleasure ripped from her.
He chuckled, low and dark like some evil genius. Which she was coming to believe him to be, the way he manipulated her body.
‘Two fingers now. Would you like that, Lulu? More?’
‘Yes,’ she said on a sigh. Barely able to voice words now, meaning he was on his way to make good his promise that she’d only be able to say his name. He slid one finger out and then there was a little more pressure as he inserted another, in and out, in and out as if testing her body.
‘I want you to be ready. I want this to be good for you.’
Every part of her trembled, balancing on a terrifying precipice. Her breaths coming in sharp gasps.
‘You’re so beautiful. So perfect like this. So soft. Almost there, almost ready. So close.’
Then he did something inside again. Curled his fingers. Found the spot. ‘I’ll keep giving you what you need. We have all night. I won’t stop. I promise. Don’t fight this. You’re on the edge. I’ll look after you. Just let yourself fall.’
Her body shook as she fought to do exactly what he asked of her. That edge was so close, yet just out of reach. The torture inside her relentless, his fingers not letting up on their sensual assault.
‘Come for me, Lulu.’
Matteo dropped his head, his mouth to her clitoris, licking, sucking, and she was torn in two, sobbing. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried out his name over and over.
Matteo drew Louisa close, holding her in his arms as she wept, gasping his name. The desire, craving her, needing her, warring with his need to give her this time to absorb the pleasure that had overwhelmed her. A voice in the back of his head whispered that he should feel guilty for what he’d done. But how could he feel guilt when it was all about pleasure? Showing Lulu the things she’d missed in her life. Sharing this with her.
