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Her hips buck, her back arches.

"Diego!" she moans while her hands scrabble for purchase on the counter and find none.

I feel the tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles, the frantic pace of her breathing.

She's there. Right on the edge.

I look up. Her head is thrown back, her throat exposed. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

I double down. I suck her clit harder, I thrust my fingers faster, and I press my tongue harder against her, lashing her clit.

Her muscles lock, and her body starts to tremble.

The tremor starts deep inside her, and it travels up her legs, down her arms, across her whole body. I can feel it in her core, can feel the tremor in the muscles clenching around my fingers.

I hold her right there on the edge for a moment. Two.

She's pleading, her words a jumble of my name and 'please' and 'oh God.'

It's music to my ears.

Just when I think she can't take it any longer, I give her what she so desperately wants.

I suck her clit hard and watch her shatter.

Her back bows so deeply I'm afraid she'll hurt herself. Her whole body convulses. A high, keening cry is torn from her throat.

And I feel every single bit of it.

I feel the flood of her release as it gushes over my fingers, over my tongue.

I don't stop for a single second, keeping up the same rhythm through her orgasm.

I can practically feel the next wave of pleasure hit her just as intense as the first.

And then another.

I'm relentless. I'm merciless.

She's sobbing my name, practically begging me to stop now.

I draw it out. I wring every last bit of pleasure from her body.

And she gives it to me. She gives me everything.

Then suddenly, her body goes limp. She collapses back onto the counter, her chest heaving.

I give her one last, long lick.

"Molto delizioso," I murmur, mostly to myself. My beautiful, delicious Blair.

I pull back, admiring my work.

She's a mess.

A beautiful, thoroughly fucked mess.

And I haven't even put my dick in her yet.