Page 25 of One Weekend in Sydney

His lips find mine again, kissing me deeply as our bodies move together. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, meeting each of his thrusts with my own. The room is filled with the sound of our breaths mingling, our bodies coming together, and the soft murmurs of pleasure escaping our lips. The darkness heightens everything, amps it up so every sensation and touch and sound is magnified. There’s nothing else but us, lost in this intimate cocoon, like the rest of the world has faded away.

Romeo’s pace quickens, and his hot breath is ragged against my neck. I can feel the tension building in my body, like a coiled spring promising a release like I’ve never felt before. He groans, and I know he’s getting close. His hand slips between us, finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation sends me spiralling, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him as another orgasm rips through me.

My release seems to send him over the edge, and he groans, his body tensing as he finds his own climax. I feel him pulse deep inside me, and the sensation sends aftershocks through my body. It’s overwhelming, intense, and so damn perfect. We’re clinging to each other, holding on as if we might fall apart if we let go. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged, unsteady gasps. I can’t believe it’s happening, and yet here we are, two bodies tangled together in the dark.

“That was amazing,” Romeo whispers in my ear.

I can only nod, still floating in the clouds.

He rolls off, and I feel bereft.

“Romeo,” I call, hearing the neediness in my tone.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

A moment later, he was sliding back in bed next to me. As I snuggle in his embrace, Romeo’s lips find mine once more. “You won’t mind not getting any sleep, do you?”

I laugh. “Not at all.”

“When do you need to go?”

“Before the sun rises.” My chest compresses at the thought, but I know it’s better that we don’t get to see each other’s faces. Now that I know what it’s like to be with him, I’m afraid I’ll keep pining. At least, if I don’t know what he looks like, I won’t have much to hold on to apart from this amazing experience that we agreed to have.

ChapterNine

MASON

Tara’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest as we lie there, basking in the afterglow. My heartbeat is already picking up again. I can’t get enough of her. One taste was not enough. It only served to whet my appetite for more.

“You know,” I murmur, “I think we can do better.”

She lifts her head from my chest, and even though I can’t see her, I can feel her smile. “Oh, really?” she challenges playfully.

“Mmm-hmm,” I hum, already feeling my body respond to the thought. “How about we play a game?”

“A game? What game?” Her voice is laced with intrigue.

I whisper in her ear, my voice low and sultry. “How about you lie back, refrain from touching me, and let me explore your body? You won’t know what’s coming next.”

“That sounds... thrilling,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.

“It will be,” I promise, already imagining all the ways I want to touch, taste, and tease her. “But you have to trust me completely. Can you do that, Juliet?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I trust you, Romeo.”

A thrill runs through me at her words. I gently guide her onto her back, feeling her body stretch out beside me. I can sense her anticipation, her nervousness, and it only serves to heighten my own excitement.

“I know you can’t see me, but close your eyes anyway,” I say as I brush my lips against her ear. I feel her comply, her body tensing slightly as she waits for my next move.

I start slow, trailing my fingertips lightly down her arms, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.“I’m going to explore every inch of you, Juliet. Your body is mine to play with, to tease, to pleasure.”

She lets out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly at my words. I smile, loving the effect I’m having on her. I continue my exploration, my fingers tracing the curves of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. I’m taking my time, committing every inch of her to memory.

I lean down, my tongue replacing my fingers as I trace a path down her stomach. She squirms beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps. “Romeo,” she whispers, her voice filled with need.

“Shh,” I say soothingly as I gently spread her thighs apart. “Let me take care of you again.”

I settle between her legs, my breath hot against her most sensitive spot. She whimpers softly, her hips lifting slightly in anticipation. I start slow, my tongue gently exploring her folds, circling her clit with a light, teasing touch. Her hands find their way to my hair, gripping tightly as she moans softly.

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