Whimpering as Terzo presses delicate little kisses to your thighs, belly, hips, everywhere except where you want him most. You want to beg, cry, scream, anything to make him finally quench the heat between your legs, but you know that second you breathe a single word he'll stop his menstruations, pull back and give you cruel smirk because he's already told you not to speak.
He only wants to hear your pretty whines and moans, and you'd been foolish enough to refuse the gage he had so graciously offered.
Even now, as he teasingly blows air over your dripping need, you bite your tongue as your thighs tremble.
He was a master of anticipation, knowing how to build it higher than any skyscraper he could ever dream of in his beautiful city.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he runs hit tongue up the length of your sex, drawing a sobbing moan from your lips. He latches on, bumping his nose against your pubic bone as his fingers find their way inside you.
He detaches himself for only a small moment to let out a gruff "Sing for me, angelo mio" before returning with more passion as your sweet begs and cries that you've been obediently holding back fill the room, spurring him on as his fingers knock against your sweet spot.
He has you cumming in seconds, throwing you over the edge as your thighs lock around his head. He swallows down every drop of spend you give him greedily, pushing you into overstimulation and leaving you pushing at his head to try and get away from the sensation.
Eventually he has mercy, pulling away to give you a few last kitten licks, just to watch your body jump at the feeling. His fingers stay inside you though, lightly thrusting but not hitting against anything overwhelming as you recover.
"I'm not done with you yet, amore mio"