Page 19 of Dark Romeo

“Sensational, magnificent…now incredible?” I teased.

I could hear him shifting behind me. “Your ass has turned me into a fucking thesaurus.”

I could feel his presence right behind me. It made all the hairs on my body stand on end. I bit my lip. He had promised me kneading and kissing and biting next.

Crack. His hand came down on my ass so hard that I cried out, the pain flaring then followed by a rush of heated pleasure. “I thought you were going to?—”

“Can’t wait.”

His hand came down again. Then again. I moaned into the sheets as I gripped on to them for dear life, every smack lifting the pain and the pleasure higher than the one before it. My body became a live wire, a taut bundle of fire and electricity. My pussy was throbbing now, swollen and wet, overripe from his assault. I braced for the next hit.

His hands spread my cheeks apart and his face pushed into me. The instant his tongue touched my folds I almost leaped off the bed. I was so sensitive it was almost unbearable.

His hands clamped on my hips. “Hold still. Or I’ll have to tie you down.” His threat sent a shiver through me, a mix of fear and desire. Me, tied down and completely in his power. I shouldn’t want that. But I did. How could I want something I feared?

He licked me again, this time with a firmer touch. Waves of pleasure knocked through my spine like a row of dominos. He groaned, the vibration rumbling through me. “You taste so good.” His flat, wet, warm tongue stroked along my crease. The pleasure rolling through me made my toes curl, drawing moans from my lips.

I had never really enjoyed oral sex. I had always felt too dirty, too exposed. It was too intimate to have a man’s nose and lips and eyes right there, pushing into my hidden pink flesh, taking my secret taste into his mouth and my woman’s scent into his lungs. Not with him. Not with Roman.

I gave in to the pleasure, to the vulnerability of having his face in my most private of parts, his nose and breath tickling my ass crack. He began to lick further and further back, painting me with the moisture of my sex and his mouth.

His tongue drew across the pucker of my behind. “No,” I gasped and clenched my ass, yanking my hips away from his face.

He tensed. “What did I say at the door?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “But I?—”

“What did you agree to?”

Give in.

Jesus, was I really doing this? I inhaled long and deep and forced my muscles to relax. I eased my hips back towards him.

“Good girl. For that, you’re going to get a reward.”

Before I could speak his finger slid up my slit and found my clit, circling the sensitive spot in tiny circles. I let out a low moan and my body melted further towards him. His fingertip played at my entrance, strumming my pleasure strings like I was an instrument.

“Look at you. So wet. So needy.”

I moaned back in response, my ass tipping higher towards him so he could have more access to me.

“You ready for your reward now?”

My reward? I thought this was my reward.

He slid two fingers into me. I sucked in a breath. My width squeezed around them as he paused to give me a moment to settle. He curled his fingers towards the front of me and began to rub. A thick, tight pulse of intensity began to grow, originating from his fingertips. Magic fucking fingertips. I heard moaning, wild and wanton and careless to whoever heard them. It was coming from me. My hips jerked back towards him, begging for more as this ball of energy expanded and consumed me.

This time when he parted my ass cheeks with the fingers of his other hand and I felt his breath on my ass, I pushed back onto his tongue. He flicked it around the sensitive rim of my rosebud. The waves expanded from front and back, meeting together in an explosion of pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore.

An orgasm thundered over me before I knew what was happening, my body shuddering and my cries muffled into the sheets. His fingers played hard and fast inside me, urging me on further as he hummed with approval against me, the vibration skimming across my skin.

It felt like forever as the waves flowed over me again and again. I collapsed, my mind a complete blank. His fingers slid from my body and I let out a low moan. Come back. I felt empty without him.

Dear God. What the fuck just happened to me?

I felt his hands on me pulling me up to sit on my heels, leaning against his firm chest. I realized he was still clothed. We hadn’t even waited to get naked yet. He traced my lips with his fingers still wet with me. “Suck them. See how good you taste.”

I paused. I’d never done that. I’d never tasted myself.

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