Delilah's POV
They started slowly, methodically. Mateo's fingers would slide inside my p***y, pumping with practiced skill while Dante's mouth worked my n*****s through my tank top, building pleasure steadily. Just when I thought I might come, they'd stop completely, leaving me aching and desperate and on the verge.
Then Dante's hand would find my c**t, rubbing with perfect pressure while Mateo kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. Again they'd build me up, higher and higher, until I was trembling and right on that edge. Then they'd stop again.
It was torture. Sweet, devastating torture.
They were paying attention, learning exactly what made me respond strongest. When Mateo praised me, told me how beautiful I looked tied up and desperate for them, my body would arch seeking m
