Page 70 of Capuleto

His eyes met mine, sliding over as his tongue would, with longing, with an infinite craving.

His broad hand reached the back of my neck and pushed the tips of his fingers up to the roots of my hair. I closed my eyes in pleasure. Deep down, I was hoping to receive a long, hot kiss that never came.

When I lifted my eyelids, Romeo was still gazing at me.

"What's wrong?"

"You've enchanted me."

"Are you calling me a witch?"

"By the way my broomstick is rising, I'd say I'm craving your magic dust." I let out a husky laugh.

"Are you suggesting we have sex in the woods? You just got out of the hospital, you need to recover."

A slight cough made us turn our heads. It was Aleksa appearing in the clearing.

"Sorry for the interruption, but the guys want to know if we're leaving now. It's getting late, some are expected at home and we still have the toast in Marbella."

Romeo stepped away, looking overwhelmed, with a promise in his gaze that made me long to get home and it definitely didn’t include any rest.

"We're heading out," he admitted, taking my hand.

I didn't resist intertwining my fingers with his, and when I got on the motorcycle with his erection pressing against my back, I knew the ride was going to feel very long.

He spent part of the journey caressing my stomach, provocatively. When we were halfway there, I heard him shout over the engine:

"Drive and don't get distracted."

I thought he said it because it had gotten dark and he was afraid I might lose control of the bike. What I didn't know was that he wasn't referring to that, exactly.

His right hand slipped again under the waistband of my pants. I couldn't let go of the handlebar, so I just gasped when he moved aside the lace fabric covering my sex and began to masturbate me.

I almost lost control.

"Shhh, love, I already told you not to get distracted, keep your eyes on the road and drive," he muttered, tracing circles on my clitoris.

As if that were easy!

I couldn't close my legs, and I didn't want to either. The tingling that was making me moan was the same that contracted my cervix, craving each pass of his fingers.

I had to concentrate. It would have been easier if my desire to rub myself wasn't so intense.

His left hand reached under the bottom of my top to pinch my nipple.

"Bastard!" I moaned. His husky laughter soon reverberated inside my helmet.

"I love messing with you, Nikita, but like this, feeling you become liquid and solid between my fingers. You make me as hard as no one else can. I can't stop thinking about wrapping myself in every inch of your skin."

"Do you want to make me into a jacket?" I joked, before howling as I felt the pressure of his long fingers trying to enter the warm opening between my legs.

"I'd rather lick you all over."

The vehicles coming up the other lane illuminated us with their lights. If they looked closely, they could see what my husband was doing to me, though I doubted anyone would be distracted enough to notice. Far from overwhelming me, the situation excited me. Doing forbidden things always spiked my libido.

"Come on, Romeo, you can't do this to me, we'll have an accident the moment I come, I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't come..."

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