Page 20 of Dark Romeo

“Jules?”

I remembered what I had agreed to. Yes to whatever he wants.

Gingerly, I licked the tips of his fingers. Musky with a hint of sweetness.

“More,” he demanded.

I opened my mouth and he slid his fingers inside of me, stroking my tongue and wiping my arousal all over my taste buds. I could almost feel his fingers inside my pussy again. It felt so dirty and bad, and I fucking loved it. I groaned, lapping at his fingers with my tongue, sucking them as he dragged his fingers out. I felt his length twitch against the small of my back.

Yes, that. That was what I wanted inside me. It felt so big and hard. I was more than ready.

“Lift up your arms.”

I did, my limbs still weak from my orgasm. I felt awkward and clumsy like a child. He pulled my dress up all the way off, careful not to pull my hair, before he dropped it off the side of the bed onto the carpet with a satisfying ripple of sound.

He made a satisfied noise in his throat. “Matching. I knew it.” His fingers traced the front of my bra, and I found myself arching into his palms, wanting his touch on me without the lace between us. “You knew before you came to meet me that we’d end up here.”

“I…” I couldn’t lie to him. He’d already seen right through me. My cheeks heated at his insight.

He didn’t give me time to be embarrassed. With one flick of his fingers, my bra was unhooked and I was fully naked, kneeling on the bed for him. “Fuck,” he hissed. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking me in, rolling openly and unashamedly over my body, leaving scorching trails across my already sensitive skin.

I heard his belt buckle clink behind me and I froze. My ear tuned in to the whispers of clothing being removed and discarded on the floor, every noise causing my skin to become even more sensitized until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted around to look at him.

He was glorious. Wide rounded shoulders to match his muscular arms, firm chest and a stomach of defined abs. And that V. Oh God, he had that V, a small birthmark on his lower left hip. His skin was smooth, tanned and taut, marked only by a puckered scar on his left chest.

My eyes fixed on his length. He was thick, straight, not too long. I felt my thighs begin to shake and I collapsed back on the bed, my arms barely holding me up as he towered over me now.

“I was going to drag this out,” he admitted, a foil packet already in his hand. “But you’ve had me hard since I first saw you.” He grinned. “That’s what the rest of the night is for. For now, I just need to fuck you.” He rolled the condom on his length and flicked the empty foil aside. He drew himself over me like a blanket, pushing my thighs apart, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. He shifted himself so that his tip was at my entrance and paused.

Everything around me came into sharp focus. I realized with a gasp that I was here with this man, a man so beautiful he would make angels cry. This wasn’t just possibility or a wistful daydream I had conjured up. This was truly happening. Somehow possibility and reality had twisted together to become one. What I was experiencing in the moment—his earthy cologne mixed with sweat, the weight of his body crushing mine, the pinwheels of electricity crackling through my body—was real. I was here. With Roman.

He sheathed himself inside me in one smooth movement. I gasped as I felt myself stretch to my limit. I’d never been so awake in my whole life. I felt thrust suddenly into a world of song and fire I never knew existed.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not going to last.”

He began to drive in and out of me, hard and relentless. Just like our attraction, there was no easing into this. I could feel every inch of him. Our flesh slid and tugged, delicious friction beginning to reignite me again.

Oh my God. Was I going to come again?

He seemed to sense it. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and pushed in deeper. I tensed, my body already starting to tighten and clench around him as he drilled into me.

The second orgasm slammed through me, starting almost abruptly. I cried out partly from surprise, but mostly from the intensity of the feeling thundering through me. Every muscle in my body tensed as if electricity was shooting through me. My fingers and toes curled. He let out a loud groan and his body jerked. I felt him pulsing inside me. It felt like he was feeding me his orgasm, doubling it. Waves of pleasure knocked back and forth between us, on and on, our twin cries and our breaths twisting around each other.

If I’d known sex could be this good, perhaps I would have had more sex instead of applying myself to my career. Even as I had this thought, I dismissed it. I knew, deep down, this was not just sex.

He let my leg down and collapsed onto me, holding his weight up with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his wide, warm back. I breathed in his spicy woody cologne and the hint of sweat and sex, letting the deepest, fullest sense of satisfaction cover me like a blanket. His nose brushed lightly along my neck. He was smelling me too. He let out a low long sigh.

“That’s never happened before,” I whispered to myself.

He lifted himself up and pulled off the condom before coming down beside me. His eyes roamed over me, still naked, making me want to pull the sheets up over me.

“You mean…” he leaned in closer as if he were about to share a secret, our faces enclosed in this private space of our warm, sweet breaths. There was a sparkle in his beautiful dark eyes. “Actual sex?”

I poked his side and he flinched with a short laugh. The man was ticklish. Interesting.

“No, you ass.” I poked him again.

“Stop that or I’ll be forced to punish you.”

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