Page 96 of Too Hard to Resist

He leant forward, took my nipple in his mouth and teased it between his teeth, whilst he rolled and flicked the other nipple with his thumb.

‘Your breasts are incredible, Sammie,’ he growled into my chest. ‘They’re the perfect size for my mouth.’

A wave of electricity rocketed through me. He really meant it.

For a long time I’d had a complex about the size of my tits. I’d always envied women with bigger boobs like Stella and felt self-conscious about them.

I only ever wore padded bras and always felt nervous before getting undressed in front of a guy for the first time, but I’d noticed that these past few days I hadn’t even thought about it.

When I’d changed out of my bikini into the dress earlier, I didn’t bother with a bra. Maybe it was because I felt so comfortable around Romeo and as I looked down, I understood why.

Romeo was sucking, licking and worshipping my boobs like they were covered in his favourite gelato.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ I cried out as I continued bouncing up and down, watching Romeo’s dick sliding in and out of me.

I couldn’t decide what was better. Having Romeo go down on me on a boat, or getting fucked on one.

Romeo dipped his fingers between my thighs and when he started stroking my clit, my brain scrambled.

How was I supposed to concentrate when he was sucking my nipples and circling my sensitive bud all whilst impaling me on his talented cock?

‘I’m so close,’ I panted, riding him faster as my hands roamed over his solid abs.

A gust of salty sea air hit my bare skin and the boat rocked beneath us.

‘Come for me, Sammie. I want to hear you scream my name again.’ Romeo pushed himself deeper, thrusting his hips in perfect sync with mine.

‘Oh God, oh God!’ I squeezed my eyes shut. ‘Romeooooooo!’ I screamed so loud I was sure they could hear me back in London.

As my orgasm detonated inside me, a deep guttural growl flew from his mouth.

I collapsed on top of him. Our bodies were slick with sweat and as our chests heaved against one another, my head buzzed in the best way.

When we’d both managed to catch our breath, I lifted my head and looked up at him.

God, he was beautiful and so, so talented.

The pottery table sex was hot, but this was even hotter.

The way we fucked felt so right – like we’d been doing it for years, not days.

‘Sammie.’ Romeo stroked my cheek. ‘That was…’ He paused, like he was searching for the right words. ‘Incredible.’

‘I know, right?’ I smiled. ‘But maybe it was just beginners’ luck.’

‘You think we fuck like beginners?’

‘Ha! No way. With your skills, you could be a sex professor! No, what I meant is maybe it was beginners’ luck that we connected so well. Maybe if we’d done it more times, it wouldn’t be so amazing.’

‘That is what you think?’ He raised an unimpressed brow.

‘What I’m trying to say is, surely it couldn’t be this amazingallthe time.’

‘It sounds like you are challenging me.’

‘No, just being realistic. Of course I’d love it to be, but I don’t see how.’

‘All this guessing and uncertainty is not good,’ Romeo said. ‘If you want to know for sure that the sex we have enjoyed so far was not just beginners’ luck, there is only one way to find out. We will just have to fuck again…’

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