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"I..." I feel her swallow nervously. "I can't..."

"Of course you can," I say. Again, I dip my tongue into her mouth. I release her nipple and let my hand travel down over her stomach. I slide my fingers through her wet folds. "Tell me how much you like the taste."

I love this. I love how responsive she is, how I can practically feel her heart hammering through her body like one giant pulse, how she can't hide from me.

"Diego," she says again, and this one is more whine than whisper.

"Say it," I coax. I rub circles on her clit. "Tell me how delicious your pussy is." I keep my touch light, maddening, and slow.

She shudders, her body going rigid. She's fighting me. She's fighting herself. And the battle is making her even hotter, even wetter.

She shakes her head, resistant. Or tries to, anyway. My grip on her hair keeps her from moving too much.

I give her a light slap on her ass.

She cries out, her body jerking. "Don't be difficult, cara mia." She is so close. I can feel the war she's waging with herself.

I slide my fingers deep inside her and curl them, finding that spot.

She moans, her eyes falling shut as I thrust deep a few times, toying with her.

I pull my fingers out and bring them to her lips, painting them with her juices.

"Taste." My tone is low but commanding, coaxing. Tempting.

She is so torn. Her pride, which is strong, is waging a war against her desire, not just of her body, but her desire to give in to me. Her desire to put herself in my hands and give up that control.

I wait. I'm not going to force her. She has to choose. She has to give it to me.

And I have no doubt she will.

I have already won. She knows it. She just hasn't accepted it yet. The battle is half the fun.

Her breathing is ragged, her body tense. She is trembling in my arms. My little warrior. So proud. So stubborn.

Then, I see the shift. I see her surrender. Her shoulders slump.

Slowly, hesitantly, her tongue peeks out from between her lips and meets my fingers.

It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. I suppress the urge to groan. It's not done yet.

I nudge her lips with my fingers. "That's a good girl," I murmur. "All the way now."

She takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them. She's tasting herself, cleaning my fingers of her juices.

It's an act of pure submission. My cock is so hard it's painful.

"Now tell me how delicious your pussy is," I murmur against her ear, my own control starting to fray.

She sucks my fingers for another moment before releasing them reluctantly with a soft pop.

"Delicious," she says so low I barely hear. Her eyes are squeezed shut.

"What was that?" I tease, pretending I didn't hear. "I didn't quite catch that."

She takes a shaky breath. "Delicious," she says, her voice a little stronger. "My... pussy is delicious."

I kiss her, hard. I'm so proud of her. So turned on by her. She’s incredible.