Page 50 of Protecting the Boundary
Feeling more confident, I walk forward and push her knees apart, placing my body between her legs and leaning over her, not stopping until my lips meet hers.
When I pull back, I tell her, “You are making this a lot easier than I ever expected, just by being you.”
“Are you sure? Because we don’t have to do anything.”
It’s sweet of her to suggest, but my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her orgasm as she comes all over my face. For over three years, I’ve had barely any sex drive, and now I’m hard as stone and desperate to taste her like it’s my last fucking meal.
“I’m absolutely sure that I don’t want to talk anymore. I’ve got better ideas of what my mouth could be doing.”
I grip the edge of her leggings and tug them down her long, toned legs. I throw them behind me, and my gut clenches at the smile that lights up her face at my actions.
“You like that, huh?” I find myself smiling back.
She laughs—the sound music to my ears. “Oh yeah, very caveman, which is hot.”
Chuckling, I push her knees apart and get harder when I see that she’s already glistening wet, her pussy bare except for a small triangle of dark hair. Her smile falls as her eyes heat and her breathing becomes uneven.
I get on my knees, putting my face right where it belongs between her legs. Anticipation thrums through my veins—heady and eager. I lick up the seam of her pussy and groan asher flavor bursts across my tongue. Her hips move as she moans, and I wrap an arm around her thigh, holding her still while I feast on her.
I take another long lick, then swirl my tongue around her swollen clit. Her hand grips my head as she lets out another moan. “God, Romel. That feels so good.”
“Tastes good too,” I murmur before focusing back on her pussy.
Fuck, she tastes divine.
Pushing her legs nice and wide, I hold them apart as I fuck her with my tongue and suck on her clit. Her thighs tremble under my grasp as her moans reach a crescendo, and then she’s holding my head tight against her as she rocks her pussy against my lips, the taste of her orgasm flooding my mouth.
Pleasure hits me hard and fast, so intense it completely blindsides me, and as her moans fill my ears and her taste floods my tongue, I come in my pants.
Fuck, that’s embarrassing.
I slow my licking as her orgasm begins to fade, her shaking legs falling from where they’d squeezed my head, and then I kiss her thighs as she comes down.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she says, her voice breathy and her chest heaving as she lies on the couch, sated and happy.
I kiss my way up her body, wishing I’d taken her tank top off too. Wishing even more we could take this even further, but I don’t want to leave Kay in the house alone for too long, despite having the monitor and knowing she’s fine. So instead, I seal my mouth over hers and let her taste herself on my tongue, loving how she rubs her pussy against my jean-clad cock. I’m hopeful she won’t be able to tell I came in my pants like some overeager teen boy.
If she keeps kissing me like this, I’m not going to be able to stop. Hell, she’s already making me hard again.
“Damn, I wish we could keep going, but I need to get back in the house,” I whisper against her lips.
She sags back against the couch. “I know.”
I kiss her again. “But don’t think for one minute that I’m done with you because I’m not done by a long shot. Someday very soon, I’m going to stretch your pretty little pussy with my big cock until you’re addicted to it.”
I bite back the words that want to follow that declaration—that I feel like I’m getting addicted to her and the way she makes me feel.
She moans against my mouth and then wraps her hands around my neck, holding my mouth to hers as she kisses me with so much passion, it reassures me that I’m not in this alone. She’s feeling this just as strongly as I am.
THIRTY-TWO
The next night, I decide to take a late dip in the pool. It’s heated, so I don’t feel the slight chill in the air, and the sky is clearer than usual due to the rain we had yesterday. Instead of my usual black one-piece, I opt for my red bikini because with the way Romel was looking at me today, I’m pretty sure he’s going to come out here as soon as he puts Kaylee to sleep.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how hard he made me come last night. Like, seriously, way to go, Sydney for training him so well because I had a hard time believing I was only the second woman he’s done that to when he did it so incredibly well. Like, best oral I’ve ever had by a landslide.
The only downside was watching him walk away, especially before I was able to return the favor.
I only make it through five laps in his pool before the patio door slides open and he steps out. His shirt sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms with pronounced veins that I’ve never paid much attention to on guys before. But with Romel, I can’t help noticing everything about him—from his strong body, chiseled jaw, and sexy brown eyes to the way hetakes care of everyone around him, not just his daughter. Romel is one of the most naturally caring men I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and even if this ends up being too much for him, I’ll never regret getting to experience him like this—to pretend that he’s really mine, even if it only ends up being temporary.
