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His eyes followed the movements of his hands as they traveled to my belly. He dried my ass, squeezing gently now and then. I bit my lip when he got down on his knee to dry my thighs, leaving him eye-level with my pussy. I could feel how achingly wet I was and knew Danilo would be able to see it. He lifted my leg to dry it off and propped my foot up on his knee. His gentle rubbing increased the throbbing between my legs, and the cool air hitting my wet flesh only heightened the sensation. Danilo’s eyes lingered on my pussy as he rubbed my thighs, and I clenched involuntarily under his attention. At last, he touched the towel to my aching flesh, gently stroking me dry.

My breathing became heavy, but too soon Danilo was done and dropping the towel. He didn’t get up. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my pussy. My breath hitched and my hands shot out to grab his head. His warm breath ghosted over my flesh before he pressed a firmer, lingering kiss against my folds, his lips grazing my clit. I released a soft whine. I hadn’t even realized how much I longed for this.

“What do you want, Sofia?” he murmured between kisses, making it difficult to form a thought. So far, I’d tried to keep some distance between us by not allowing this kind of closeness. The little device still inside of me allowed me pleasure without too much physical contact, a strange possibility.

I wanted to let loose, to succumb to Danilo’s touch, wanted to really bring our bodies together, even at the risk of opening up my emotions again.

“Sofia,” he groaned. “I’m going crazy down here. Let me taste you.” The flames barely penetrated the surrounding dark and distorted Danilo’s face. I knew it would do the same with mine, protecting me from his penetrating stare.

Instead of replying, I shifted my leg to the side, allowing him access. He gently tugged at the cord of my bullet vibrator, making me moan before he pulled it out slowly and put it down on the towel beside us. Then he didn’t hesitate. His tongue dived in, tasting me, parting my folds to explore my sensitive flesh. I clung to his head, closing my eyes as I practically rode his mouth. I felt wanton, almost depraved, like I could let loose in the safety of the dark, could be someone else. With every trace of his hot tongue over my slit, more of my control slipped away. Every inch of my body seemed to pulsate with need. His tongue stroked and teased until he began licking my clit with slow, precise movements that had me moaning loudly.

I glanced down, needing to see what he was doing. In the flickering light, I could see that his eyes were closed, a confident smile tugging at his lips, which were pressed up to my pussy. His tongue darted out, lapping at me, and I couldn’t hold back. I came with a harsh cry that echoed over the lake, pressing myself against Danilo’s mouth, wanting his tongue deep inside of me. It was a strange thought, but I couldn’t shake it. His fingers dug into my ass, shoving me even closer. As if he could read my darkest desires, he buried his tongue deeply in me. I kept watching, unable to rip my eyes away from the sight of Danilo pleasuring me.

I almost sobbed with pleasure, still clinging to his head, not wanting this to end even when it became too much. Danilo pulled back and pressed a kiss to my folds before he moved up my body and claimed my mouth for a kiss. I reached for his erection, but he gently grabbed my wrist.

“I want to come inside of you. Tomorrow.” He looked deeply into my eyes, waiting for me to say something.

I kissed him, whispering, “I want that, too.”

We settled on the lounge furniture, Danilo’s arms wrapped around me from behind. The flames kept us in a warm cocoon and Danilo’s body shielded me from the wind. The trees rustled in the breeze and the waves lapped at the shore. It was so peaceful.

“What happened to your sister?” I asked softly, stroking Danilo’s arm.

He didn’t react, as if he hadn’t heard me, and I wondered if he chose to not answer me. I didn’t want to push him, but I hated basing my opinion on the rumors and gossip that was floating around in our circles. And asking Emma seemed like a breach of Danilo’s trust, as if I was passing him by. Not to mention that I wanted to know about the man at my side. That part of Danilo’s past played such a crucial role in his life that not knowing seemed like a disadvantage if I wanted to get to know him fully.


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