Page 109 of Star Crossed
“In me.” Jules moaned. “Please.”
“God, no, not yet,” Romeo complained. “We have all day, and I wanna enjoy it. Just lemme worship you a little while.”
“There’s more of me to enjoy. I’ll show you if you let go.”
Romeo let go, and Jules rolled onto her back beneath him, firm tits on display, nipples already tight and begging for attention. Romeo captured one, sucking hard, making Jules gasp and bow back on the bed. He palmed the other one, feeling his cock jerk against the confines of his jeans.
“I love your body. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Romeo moved up to her neck, sucking at her pulse point before he whispered in her ear, “I wanna lick your pussy.”
“Later.” Jules tugged at his hair, forcing his mouth to hers. She deepened the kiss, boldly tasting him as her other hand slid between their straining bodies. She pulled at the button to his jeans. “Gimme your cock first. I need you in me.”
Romeo was fighting for sanity. The storm of emotions made thinking hard. He knew they were both hiding from all the pain in each other, and he was inclined to be totally irresponsible and give in to Jules’s demands. After losing so much, he needed the connection as badly as she did, and the condoms were all the way down in the fucking car.
“Madonn’,” he groaned, fighting the haze of passion, knowing Jules was already too turned on to care. “Just lemme lick you. Lemme hear you get off; then I’ll go down to the car.”
“Fuck the condoms. I wanna feel you, skin on skin, just this time. I need it. You and me, nothing between us.”
It was crazy, wild, and reckless, but Romeo suddenly didn’t give a shit. He wanted that too, more than anything. He needed to make love to Jules without anything between them—just one more time—and this time he planned on savoring it.
Together they shoved his jeans down, fighting to get them off. Once his cock was free, Jules left the jeans to Romeo and grasped the length of him. Stroking once, twice, before she brought her palm up and licked it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaving the jeans around his feet because his ribs weren’t being agreeable and it was too hard and painful to fuck with them. Instead he eyed her wetting her palm. “It turns me on when you do that.”
Jules smiled and held up her hand, letting him lick it too, which felt dirty and made the passion burn brighter because of it. Then she grabbed his dick, her warm palm slick with their combined spit. She stroked him again, and this time it made his stomach clench from the flare of pleasure it caused. He fisted his hands in the sheets, hovering over her, tense from the lust pounding through him.
Chest heaving, Romeo growled, “Put me in.”
Jules spread her legs and moved down. Her eyes were wide and glazed with love and desire, holding him captive when she refused to look away. She guided him to her, rubbing the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy, and it was insane how fucking good it felt, just skin against skin when there’d been so much between them. Every minute since Las Vegas had been a struggle to get closer to Jules, and here they were with nothing and no one holding them apart.
He grabbed her hand, suddenly impatient. He let his fingers intertwine with hers as he pushed forward, sliding into her slowly, savoring every uninhibited inch. He watched her face, seeing the haze of pleasure cloud her vision before her eyes fell closed as she moaned. Her back arched. Her hips rose to meet him until he was buried deep, her warmth surrounding him, healing him, freeing him in a way he’d never thought possible.
Then he was giving in to the heaviness of ecstasy. Closing his eyes, he tightened his hand around hers before he started moving. Pulling out and then pushing in, the friction drove him to move faster, fuck harder. He wanted to savor it and he did, but it still became something primal and desperate, leaving them sweaty and gasping for breath.
It seemed this was the only way he and Jules knew how to fuck, all or nothing, unapologetically raw and sexual. They owned each other and surrendered to the rise of bliss, the tempest raging between them until Jules was crying out. Romeo captured her mouth in a rough kiss, stealing her words rather than share them with the neighbors. She was his. They couldn’t have any part of her. All this fiery passion and untamed sensuality Jules shared with him so easily was his alone, and now that he’d tasted it, he couldn’t let her go.
He was doomed from the start. The moment their paths had crossed sealed his fate.
Romeo and Juliet didn’t have a happy ending. That’s how the story went, and no amount of real emotions or good intentions could change the outcome. It scared him how close they really were to the end, and he released her mouth to bury his face in her hair.
“I love you,” he whispered, wanting to stay in this moment forever and hide from the future. “I love you so fucking much, Juliet.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands off his forehead. “Love you too.”
“Don’t die, okay?”
“I’m too stubborn to die,” she said, breathless and moaning from the next hard thrust. “You too.”
Romeo licked at her neck, tasting the adrenaline bleeding from her pores, and it wasn’t until Jules wrenched his hair that he grunted, “What?”
“Promise?”
Romeo’s thinking was already too fogged. Jules felt so good, and he was losing the battle against the rising tide of pleasure. It tingled at the base of his spine, spreading outward, making his balls ache with the need for release.
“Come for me, baby.” Romeo licked that sensitive place behind her earlobe. “Come with my cock buried all the way in you—just us.”
Jules seemed to be fighting against it, but the moment was too intense. She jerked beneath him, crying out once more before Romeo caught her lips a second time. She shuddered and came, her pussy milking his cock, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulder. Jules pulled Romeo down with her, and the bliss of it was blinding. It pounded through his veins as his cock pulsed and filled her with his cum, unrestrained and dangerous. He knew even as he did it that he shouldn’t have, but the deed was done and he’d be lying to himself to say it was anything less than incredible to claim her like that.
He wanted to be tied to Jules’s body, mind, and soul—forever.
