Page 62 of His Juliet

I had no idea what our relationship was to him, but he was kind and seemed like he really cared about me. He was safe. I wanted this.

His soft, wet tongue dragged up my pussy, and I gasped at the sensation. I’d never experienced this before and fuck had I been missing out. Although deep down I knew the reason it was so good was because it was Romeo.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned.

I whimpered as he continued, his tongue circling my clit and building my pleasure.

“Romeo,” I almost shouted as his thick finger entered me.

He swore. “I love hearing you scream my name.” He dove in again, this time sucking my clit as he thrust his finger in and out. I tensed a little as he put another finger at my entrance, but a wave of pleasure from my clit helped me relax as he eased the second finger inside me.

He felt so good and the waves of pleasure were building, but I couldn’t quite get myself to come. Even when I used my vibrator, it could take me a long time.

“Sorry,” I said after a few more minutes.

Romeo pulled his lips away with a disgruntled noise. “Sorry? For what?”

“For taking so long. You don’t have to, umm, keep going if you’re…” I trailed off.

“If I’m what?”

“Bored,” I blurted out.

I stiffened as he moved up my body. Even though I’d said he could stop, I felt a stab of disappointment that he wanted to.

His face hovered over mine, cloaked in darkness.

“I need you to listen to me, Juliet. The day I get bored eating your sweet pussy… well, you can shoot me in the head.”

“What?” I wheezed.

He chuckled. “What I mean is that it’s never going to happen, angel. I don’t care if it takes all fucking night. I will get an orgasm from you.” He dragged his nose down the side of my face. “Multiple orgasms.”

I started to argue, but he cut me off with a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I liked it. His reassurance washed through me, easing the uncomfortable tension in my chest.

“Now, you’re distracting me from my treat, so unless you have any real objections, I’m going to keep going.”

My fingers brushed against the stubble on his face. “No objections.”

He kissed me again. “That’s my good girl.”

This time, when he started licking me again, I let myself relax into it. My eyes fluttered closed. Romeo was everywhere—his hand squeezing my hip, his breath caressing my sex, his fingers inside me.

My pleasure built into a wave. Romeo forced my legs wider and I whimpered at how he took control, moving me where he wanted me. His firm hand moved up my body until he was squeezing my breast. When he pinched my nipple and sucked on my clit at the same time, I came. The suddenness of it took my breath away. Involuntary whimpers slipped through my lips as the orgasm went on for longer than any I’d experienced. When I was absolutely boneless against the mattress, Romeo slipped his fingers out of me and gave me one last lick.

“You did so well, pretty girl. Look how you fell apart for me.”

He pulled me into his arms, his hand running up and down my back like he knew I needed closeness and reassurance.

My first orgasm at someone else’s hands—not that he knew that. I didn’t want to put him off with how inexperienced I was, so I just clung to him tighter, wishing I could crawl inside his body so we could be even closer. His thick arms held me fast, shielding me from the world.

“Thank you,” I whispered. It felt silly to say, but I was brimming with gratitude at him—for being here, for saving me from my loneliness, for caring about my pleasure.

“Oh, Juliet. You never have to thank me for that. In fact, you should demand it like the queen you are.”

I pressed my smile against his throat. “Stop being ridiculous.”

He rolled on top of me. “I’m dead serious. I am at your mercy.” The weight of his body pressed mine into the mattress, making me tremble. I couldn’t stop myself from arching against him. I was probably leaving a wet spot on his pants, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to take them off.

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