Warning: Mature Content Ahead
Her lips parted beneath me, eyes wide and trusting with pupils blown with something close to awe. My fingers had memorized every inch of her by now; her thighs, the trembling dip of her belly, the heat pooling between her hips. She was so soft and so willing.
So mine.
I watched her face as I traced slow circles over her hipbone with my thumb, enjoying the way her lips quivered. She looked dazed, fragile, and breakable. And she would beg—I needed to hear her beg.
"You want me to touch you here, corazón?" I murmured, letting the tip of my finger ghost just above the spot I knew she needed me most. "Say it. Use your words."
She whimpered, fingers fisting the sheets. "Please…"
I dragged my mouth across her skin, teeth grazing her collarbone. "Please what, María?"
Her voice cracked. "Please touch me… there."
