Page 27 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Is this okay?” He dances his fingers lower over my stomach.

My muscles twitch.

Then he plays with the elastic of my underwear.

Please…

I bite my lip, unable to stop myself from humping up against him. I can feel how hard he is. But he hasn’t reached to touch himself.

What would it feel like to slip my hand into his underwear and feel the weight of his cock in my hand?

I’ve lain in bed imagining that so many nights.

Swan looks up at me from underneath his eyelashes. “Does that feel good?”

Each sweep of his fingers makes me feel like I’m coming to life.

“Amazing, Feathers.” I wriggle around in encouragement.

“Fuck, I love your body.” Swan snarls like he’s struggling to stop himself from simply ripping off my boxers with a wildness that he shows everywhere else. Instead, he says, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

His fingers are still running back and forth along the sensitive skin of my hip, just above my underwear.

I take a shuddering breath. Why is it so hard to put this into words?

“I want your fingers inside me.” I meet his gaze.

Swan’s smile widens. “As my Ash Queen commands.”

My heart jumps, as he tears down my underwear. Yet the way that he trails his fingers down toward my pussy is as gentle, as his move with my underwear was violent.

Swan is a complex mix of sharp and sweet.

It’s why I love him.

His gaze is searching, watching me for cues, as he strokes down my pussy, coating his fingers in my slick.

He explores, slow and sensual. When he circles my clit, he looks surprised at the way that I tighten my hold on him.

“There, there, fuckingthere,” I encourage

Delighted, Swan focuses his attention on my clit with both his fingers and thumb. Dazed now, and humping against him, I realize with a shock that it’s like a dance.

He’s tapping out a rhythm.

Our Love Dance.

I clutch at Swan’s shoulders, unable to hold back, as ecstasy winds through me like a rubber band.

I feel taut, pulled tight.

I’ve never experienced anything like this.

It’s exhilarating.

“More,” I urge. “D-d-don’t s-s-stop.”

Swan keeps caressing my clit with his thumb but parts my folds to slip one finger inside me.

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