Page 108 of Little Dove

Before I can suggest that, he puts the vibrator over my clit again, and this time, I swear the vibration is faster. I sob as painful pleasure shoots through me. I can’t take much more. I’ll go insane. “Lazaro, please, please, please,” I plead. “Please.”

He thrusts his tongue inside me a little harder in response, but it’s still not enough. I arch, grind, and squeeze my thighs around his head, but nothing is pushing me over that edge. It’s not enough. I need something more. I need him. I need him so badly.

He must finally realize that I’m not going to come this way, because he finally eases back, tossing the vibrator aside. Either that or I was finally about to suffocate him. Either way, I don’t care. “Come for me, Amara,” he rasps. “Come all over my face like a good girl.” Then his lips wrap around my clit, and his suction finally sets me free.

I scream as I finally, finally, fall over the edge, my entire body convulsing. “Lazaro,” I scream, grinding into his face with every wave of pleasure.

“Yes, Amara,” he grits out, kissing at my thighs. “That’s it. Come for me. I want it all.” Then he thrusts his tongue back inside me, drinking down everything I can give him. It’s wicked, but it prolongs my orgasm, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

When I finally start to come back to earth, Lazaro is grinning up at me, a wicked look on his face before he eases my legs off his shoulders and holds me steady as he gets to his feet. I try to catch my breath, and stare up at him lazily. He leans down to kiss me, and the taste of me on his lips is strange, but notnecessarily unpleasant. “So fucking delicious,colombina,” he murmurs before he pulls back.

He goes to move away, but I stop him, my hand reaching out to grab his hip. “Your turn,” I tell him.

He stills. “I’m not going inside you, Amara,” he reminds me firmly. “You’re still too sore, and I won’t hurt you any further.”

I shake my head. “No, I want to do the same thing you did to me. I want you in my mouth.”

He hesitates. “This isn’t the same as before, Amara,” he tells me carefully. “I will be towering over you, and I don’t want to push you too far.”

He does have a point. I nod toward the bench. “What if you sat down? Eventually, we work up to you standing. I just want to make you feel as good as I do. Please.”

He looks at the bench and then back at me. He must see that I’m not going to be dissuaded, because he turns and sits down. I move toward him eagerly, my mouth already watering to have him on my tongue again. I kneel between his outstretched legs, reaching out to wrap my hand around him. He lets out a soft grunt but he doesn’t move, watching me.

I stroke him a few times, watching his reaction. I love to see the change on his face. The way his jaw tightens, his eyes darken, and his stomach clenches. I’m enjoying this kind of power, one where I have such a large man ready to take everything I can give him. Leaning forward, I hold him still and run my tongue along the head of his cock, teasing and licking at the pre-cum that’s leaking from him.

“Amara,” he hisses. “Take me in that pretty mouth,dolcezza. Before I lose my mind.”

I want to tease him like he teased me, but I’m too eager to taste him. I take him into my mouth and suck him down as much as I can, eager to make him feel as much at my mercy as I was athis. I don’t have a lot of skill or experience, but I’m going to try my best.

I work him with my mouth and hand, suctioning my lips around him as tight as I can. He groans, his hands coming into my hair as he helps guide my mouth over him the way he needs. “That’s it, Amara,” he grunts. “That’s it. Take me a little deeper. Just like that. So fucking good. Your mouth is so fucking perfect,colombina. So fucking good.”

I double my efforts, stopping short of gagging myself. I’m not at the point where I can do that yet. Lazaro, thankfully, seems to understand that, and doesn’t push me to do more. He just helps me lift my head back up and then follows it back down. I spread my knees to stabilize myself, and use my free hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently, not wanting to hurt him.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “Amara, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” I keep up the same motion, lifting my eyes to watch him. His head is thrown back, his neck corded, and his eyes squeezed shut as his jaw clenches. It’s my new favorite sight. I watch him take his pleasure from me until he hoarsely shouts my name. His head comes forward, watching me with dark eyes as he fills my mouth.

I swallow him down as much as I can, my eyes never leaving his. My neck and jaw are killing me, but I don’t care. I never want to forget this. Never want it to end.

Finally, though, he’s spent, and I finally allow myself to ease away. He slumps back against the walls and reaches out to lift me into his lap. “You’re going to be the death of me,colombina,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Your mouth is perfection.”

A thrill sparkles down my spine at his praise. “I’ll get better at it,” I promise him huskily.

“Any better and you’ll kill me,” he huffs on a laugh as he helps me to my feet and we ease under the spray. “I don’t expect you toalways return the favor, Amara. That will never be us. I want you to do things because you want to do them, not because you feel you have to.”

“I don’t,” I assure him, smiling at him. “I want to do that. I like looking up at you and seeing you powerless to me.”

He chuckles. “Powerless is about right,” he agrees. “You have me totally ensnared, Amara. There isn’t anything in this world that will ever change that.”

My heart melts at his words. “I was worried that your father didn’t approve of me,” I tell him. He stiffens at my admission, but I rush on to add, “He corrected that himself, don’t worry. I was in the office space again and he came in to check on me. I got super nervous and blurted out that I didn’t want him to tell you to walk away from me if he didn’t like me. Then he told me I had nothing to worry about, and that he thought I was a great fit for the family and for you. It was a good talk.”

He relaxes. “My father is a good man, Amara, but even if he didn’t approve of you, it would change nothing. I will never walk away from you. You are my heart,colombina. My reason for breathing. Nothing will come between the two of us. Not my family, my job, or anything else the world throws at us. When I said you’re mine, Amara, I meant it to the day we die. Not until something else comes along, or because of something someone says or wills. I will say it over and over again until everyone understands that, including you. Forever, Amara. You and me, we are forever.”

I stare at him, not sure how to feel. Elated? Fearful? Excited? Nervous? It’s all rolling around in my head and chest. “What if, when this is all over and things go back to normal, you realize that it was a mistake?” I whisper.

“Never. That will never cross my mind, Amara,” he says firmly. “You are what I want, and I know that, deep into my bones.”

“What if we realize we’re not compatible?”

“Then we work to make it so we’re both happy,” he answers instantly. “My parents were not completely compatible. My mother had a temper, and that often caused problems between them, but they worked on it together. I want the same. We talk, we yell, we fight, and then we work together to fix it. I will not give up on you, Amara, just like I want you to never give up on me. I’m a stubborn son of a bitch, and I’m going to piss you off regularly. The difference is knowing that for you, I will move heaven and earth to make you happy, and I will compromise however and wherever I can to ensure it.”

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