I gasped as I felt Dario's tongue lightly ran down my neck.
“Trust me.”
Right now, my core was screaming that if he hurried up and got down there, then yes, yes, we trust him to do anything. Thankfully, my brain was still working. “My eyes are rolling. Hey…”
He nipped me!
OK, it was so gentle that I doubt it left a mark, but he still did it when he just asked me to trust him.
“Trust me.”
“Yeah, because biting me is going to make me trust you.” And he nipped me again. “See! See!!” I giggled as he ran his fingers down my side.
“But am I actually hurting you?”
“Oh, so you’re conditioning me to be scared you might hurt me, but you won’t.”
He chuckled again. “Only my stubborn bride to be, cuore mio, would look at it that way.” He licks down as far as he can before the pajama top stop
