Delilah's POV
"f**k," he breathed while his fingers slid through my wetness. "You're already soaking wet, piccola. All from stripping for us? From letting us look at you?"
"Yes," I gasped while my hips rolled against his hand seeking more pressure. "From that and from finally having you touch me and from knowing what's going to happen next."
His fingers circled my c**t in slow teasing movements that made my knees weak and I sagged back against him while pleasure built with each deliberate touch. Dante's mouth found mine again and he kissed me deeply, swallowing the moans that Mateo's fingers were pulling from me.
When Mateo's fingers finally slid inside my p***y, I broke the kiss to cry out and my head fell back against his shoulder. He worked me slowly with two fingers while his thumb
