Page 64 of His Juliet

“Is this your first time?” he murmured.

I kept my face where it was, refusing to meet his gaze. “No.”

“Okay, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.” He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in.

This time, it was all pleasure and I couldn’t hold in my cry. “Oh my god.” I clutched his shoulders as he continued his firm thrusts, his hand keeping pressure on my clit the entire time. His piercing sent bolts of pleasure through me, and I let out a loud moan. My hand flew to my mouth, covering it as embarrassment turned my cheeks bright red.

Never in a million years did I think I would be loud during sex. Me, the person who tried to shrink herself down to take up as little space as possible. But Romeo was wringing loud moans from me, making me understand the noises I often heard through the paper thin apartment walls.

“No,” he said, moving my hand away. “I want to hear it all. Each one of those sounds belongs to me.”

He hit a spot inside me that made me cry out again. “Someone will hear,” I panted.

“Good. Then they’ll know you’re all mine.”

Did he mean for just tonight or something more?

I realized how deep in this I was. Every text and late-night call had wound a tight golden web around me, tying me to this man I would do anything for.

Anything for more of this feeling.

Of being cared for.

It almost felt like being loved, and I’d forgotten what that was like.

“Fuck, Juliet. You need to come, angel. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.”

My skin was electrified, the brush of his skin against mine too much and not enough at the same time. “I can’t,” I cried out. I’d never come twice in a row.

“You fucking can.” He nipped my lip and his cock pressed in even deeper than I’d thought possible. “Give me another one, pretty girl.”

His deft fingers circled my clit. My legs shook and bolts of pleasure like lightning shot through my stomach until I came, the orgasm stealing my breath. Moments later, Romeo let out a moan, his body stiffening above mine. He buried his face in my hair, our ragged breaths the only sound filling the room.

I curled my arms and legs around him, not wanting any distance between us. My chest swirled with waves of emotion, and I fought back tears of overwhelm.

Romeo rolled us so I was on top of him, his softening cock still impossibly large inside me. I went to move off of him, but his hands clamped down on my thighs.

“Please let me hold you here, just for a few minutes.”

An undercurrent of anxiety and restlessness ran through my body, but I pushed it aside, desperate to enjoy this moment. I snuggled back into his chest, melting into him as his fingers made little soothing circles on my thighs and butt.

34

ROMEO

When I’d finally been forcedto pull out of Juliet, she immediately got up and pulled her shirt and sweatpants on before slipping into the bathroom. Shit. I wanted to be the one to clean her up, to take care of her. I turned the bedside lamp on and grabbed my boxers.

When she emerged from the bathroom, her arms were crossed around her front. I didn’t like how unsure she looked, like she was about to fall apart.

I opened my arms and relief washed through me as she quickly crossed the room and threw herself at me. I caught her, clutching her to my chest as I laid us down on the bed. But Juliet was restless in my arms and I was growing more concerned. Had I done something to upset her?

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you need something?”

She huffed. “No, I just…” She sat up abruptly. I frowned and followed suit, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

“What’s wrong?”

She pressed her hands against her face. “I don’t know. I’m just overwhelmed.”

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