Page 64 of Protecting the Boundary
He sits back on his heels, his eyes roaming over me. “God, you’re perfection,” he says, his voice hoarse.
His words send a flush of heat through me, and the wetness between my legs grows. I spread my thighs slightly, inviting him,needing him to touch me there. He takes the hint, trailing his fingers up my inner thigh, making my core clench with anticipation.
When he finally touches my pussy, I let out a soft moan. His fingers slide through my folds, spreading my wetness, circling my clit with a gentle touch that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He watches my face, his eyes locked on mine as he makes me gasp and squirm.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I whimper. What I don’t say is that it’s only for him. No man has ever made me so wet before. No man has turned me on the way Romel does.
He smiles, a slow, sexy smile that makes my heart flutter. He slides one finger inside me, then another, stretching me, filling me. I rock my hips against his hand, chasing the sensation, the building pressure. His thumb stays on my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that make me see stars.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice a low rumble. “Ride my hand. I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”
I do as he says, grinding against his hand, taking what I need. The pleasure builds and builds, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. And then it hits me, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me, making me cry out his name.
Romel watches me come, his eyes filled with awe and desire. “Goddamn, Mere, you’re so sexy.” I love how hoarse his voice is, as if he’s barely hanging on. He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting me, and the sight of it sends another shiver of pleasure through me.
He stands up, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes and grabbing a condom. His cock is hard and thick, standing proudly, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of it. He sees the gesture and chuckles, a low, sexy sound.
“Another time,” he promises. “But right now, I need to be inside you.”
He climbs back onto the bed, his cock now covered with a condom, and settles himself between my legs. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me even more aroused. His cock presses against my entrance, hot and hard, and I whimper into his mouth, needing him inside me.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. “I want to see you, Meredith,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. “I want to watch as my cock fills you while you’re in my bed.”
My heart races at his words. This time feels differentbecausewe’re in his bed. He’s not hiding me away in the guesthouse. He’s finally bringing down some of his walls and letting me in. I hold his gaze as he slowly pushes into me. I feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me, completing me.
He groans, his eyes never leaving mine. “You feel so good, Mere. So perfect.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. He starts to move—slow, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me. I match his rhythm, our bodies moving in sync, our breaths mingling, our eyes locked on each other.
There’s emotion in his gaze that has my chest feeling tight. It’s affection, desire, and need, and it’s all for me. I reach up, cupping his face, my thumb brushing over his cheek. He turns his head, kissing my palm, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The pleasure builds again, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. He slides his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come with me,” he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Let go, Meredith. Let me feel you come allover my cock.”
His words send me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under, consuming me. I cry out his name, my body convulsing around him. Romel groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, spilling himself into me.
He collapses on top of me, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close and feeling his heart pound against mine. Our bodies are slick with sweat as our breaths come out in ragged gasps. But we don’t let go of each other. We can’t. Not yet.
Romel lifts his head, looking down at me with such tenderness it makes my heart ache. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “That was…” he starts, but words seem to fail him.
“I know,” I say before he can finish his sentence. It was everything.
God, I’m so in love with this man.
Did I ever even stand a chance?
He rolls off me, pulling me with him so that we’re lying on our sides, facing each other. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip, sending gentle tingles of pleasure through me. I can’t believe how responsive my body always is to his touch. It’s never been like this before.
“I want you to know,” he says, his voice serious, “that this isn’t just sex for me. It’s not just some fling. You matter to me, Mere.”
I look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. He leans in, kissing me softly. It’s a sweet, gentle kiss, full of tenderness.
And maybe it’s dangerous, but his words give me hope that one day he can love me the way I love him.
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