Page 25 of My Pucking Family

He looks away from me, also watching where he's touching me. Like he wants to memorize these moments too. His fingers finally drift across my smooth skin. I've always hated my own body hair, so action or not, I kept up with the landscaping.

When he finally separates my tender flesh and makes full contact with that same small bundle of nerves, I see stars. “More. Oh, shit. Please, Roman. I need more,” I beg shamelessly, and again, I’ve found another key to unlocking any reservations he may still hold.

“Okay, Sunshine. I've got you.”

His fingers twirl around that sweet spot, massaging me in the most euphoric way. When he moves to my core, wet and waiting for him, I suck in a lungful of air. I watch him ever so slowly move his fingers through my folds, collecting the lava my body has only ever produced for him.

When I think he'll finally slide his finger inside of me, he brings it to his lips and licks all of me off of him before bringing itback down. He again collects the wetness, but this time my wish is granted.

He slowly runs his finger along my opening before barely sliding it inside of me, and I immediately know that this is what my body wants. I need this. I need him.

“Roman. Now. Please,” I pant out, and he slides it a little farther inside, and my head falls back.

“Good girl,” he breathes while he allows me a moment to adjust to the size of his finger while I moan. When I bring my head back up to meet his eyes, I nod my head and he moves.

When he moves like that, the rest of the world completely falls away. There's no bed. No room. No house. There is only Roman and I.

“Yes. Yes. Please.”

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks, and all I can do is frantically nod my head.

He brings his other hand around, so his forearm is laying up my stomach and across my belly button. While the first hand slowly moves his finger in and out of me, stopping just as he meets the resistance of my innocence. His second hand finds that beautiful bundle and rubs it in small circles while he continues to move inside of me, and I feel like I'm being shot into the stratosphere.

I can't breathe. I can't speak. Whatever this is just keeps growing and climbing, and if I'm being honest, it's a little scary.

“I'm here, Leera. I've got you. Fall. I swear, I'll always catch you.”

The sincerity in his words is the final push my body needs, and all of a sudden, an explosion goes off inside of me. Theworld around me shatters completely as I scream his name and fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

I think I blacked out for a minute because when I open my eyes, he's scooped my body into a cradled position and is nuzzling the crook of my neck, whispering the sweetest words.

“You did so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

My body is still quivering and fluttery as I allow my eyes to close and take in the moment.

No wonder people are obsessed with sex. If that's what first and second base feel like!

The burning need and desire seem to have tampered down a bit and are no longer bordering on painful.

When I open my eyes to meet his, I see nothing but love in his eyes.

I release a heavy sigh, and he leans in to kiss me on my forehead. Reaching up, I run my fingers up the side of his face and into his hair. Just holding him. Feeling him.

“That was incredible,” I whisper to Roman and myself.

“Did it help? Do you feel better?” he asks, returning to his adorable worrisomeness.

I nod, feeling my cheeks heat when I smile and ask, “Can we do that again?” Before I know it, he’s flipping and hovering over me again, causing me to giggle.

I don't know how many times it takes before the burning need from the heat is totally drowned in orgasms, but as I drift off to sleep in his arms, I think maybe going into heat isn't such a bad thing.

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Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Leera drifted off to sleep probably thirty minutes ago, and I'm just laying here staring at her in disbelief.

This still doesn't feel real.

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