Page 88 of Rebel Romeo

And fuck me, I was a goner. That wispy voice, big cornflower blue eyes, wet swollen lips…

How could I say no?

I scooped my hands beneath her thighs and lifted her to my hips. Like a natural, her ankles linked around my waist and I took the keys that were slipping from her fingers, quickly unlocking the door and walking us through it. I kicked it shut behind me, depositing her on the simple gray bedspread on her side of the room.

I knew this room more intimately than I should for only having been inside of it once before. But I’d seen it. In multiple pictures and videos which I bought before she even knew I was the pervert requesting them. The thought of the taboo start of our relationship made my already hard cock stiffen even more.

Guilt edged closer at the memory of what I'd done, but it was quickly brushed aside as my eyes followed the curves of Katherine's body as she arched her back, pressing her small breasts against me.

Taking her time, she pulled back from our kisses and began unbuttoning her shirt slowly. I watched in awe, relishing each second that more of her neckline was exposed until finally her entire torso was revealed and she peeled the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her sitting on her bed in a nearly sheer tank top.

No bra.

No fucking bra.

"Jesus, Katherine," I said, my voice hoarse. She shivered beneath my touch as I traced a line with my fingertips from her ear down to the top of her cleavage.

More than anything, I wanted to explore every inch of her body with my tongue. Spread her legs wide and dive my face between her thighs…

Before I could get too far ahead of myself, Katherine tugged on my shirt, simultaneously yanking me closer while also pushing my shirt up and over my head.

I groaned, prodding her mouth open with my tongue and stealing a glance at the creamy skin exposed ever-so slightly on the mounds of her cleavage.

My hands slid down her body until they were cupped around her ass as I pulled her over me, our chests connecting. Her fingers brushed against my neck before twining up and into my hair as she pressed more urgently against me for the kiss that had been denied us a few moments prior. Our tongues melted together in a hot and desperate tangle and my head spun with the intensity.

My hands traveled from her hips up slowly until they found their way into the thin fabric of her shirt. The heat radiating from her skin sent a wave of pleasure through me that only intensified as I moved one hand over each breast, causing Katherine to moan softly against my lips.

My fingertips massaged circles around her nipples before lightly pinching them between my fingers, making Katherine arch and press herself harder against me with need. She gasped again when my mouth found its way down towards one of them before giving it a soft nip.

She shivered beneath my touch as I traced kisses down her body, exploring every inch of bare flesh with gentle but eager exploration.

Her skin was silk against my lips and I could tell she was enjoying it just as much as I was by the way she kept gasping with pleasure. Every inch of skin where my mouth touched lifted with gooseflesh, igniting under my lips and tongue and Katherine's body responded accordingly, arching into me each time I deviated from a path of kisses to a flick of my tongue or gentle bite.

I joined her, crawling onto the bed and she laid back as I situated myself over her body, propped up on my elbows. A large window on the opposite end of the room allowed a stream of moonlight to wash over us.

Her breath caught as her fair skin shimmered in the moonlight, but she didn't shy away from me like I'd expected. Instead she reached down between our bodies and through my pants, eagerly curved her hand around my cock, igniting an inferno within me that begged to be released within her.

I grunted and dropped my head to her neck, sucking and breathing, trying hard not to blow my load right there in my fucking pants. "Jesus Christ," I murmured. "A few weeks ago you'd never been kissed. Now look at you. Jacking me through my fucking pants."

"I'm a quick study." With a cheeky smile, she pulsed her hips, rolling them against me.

With my exhale, I dove back onto her, nothing but lips and teeth and tongue. Grinding. Pulsing. Clutching.

Still panting, I pulled back and cupped her jaw. "Katherine, stop. Slow down. We don't have to do anything tonight."

“We do, though,” Katherine says, her voice breaking with the plea.

“Why? What’s the hurry?”

“Because ever since you made me orgasm in that alley, it’s all I can think about! I might be a virgin, but I still have needs. And right now, I need you.” Again, she reached between us and squeezed my dick, stroking me through my pants.

With a grunt, I dropped my head between my shoulders and whispered a little prayer for me and my balls that were growing bluer by the second. “I'm trying here, Katherine. I'm really fucking trying to be a good guy and you're making it damn near impossible.”

"Well stop it!” She paused, pulling her hands back briefly, then shoving my shoulders hard. “Stop trying to be good. Stop trying to be anything other than you. Because I like you."

I snorted. "Well you shouldn't. This is only our first date?—"

"Oh, bull!" Anger flashed in her eyes as she sat up on her elbows, pushing me off to the side. "This might be our first official date, but you and I have had a thing now for weeks. You don’t get to claim an innocent 'first date' here when you already own several of my panties, have videos on your phone of me masturbating, and bought me a forking vibrator!"

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