Page 44 of Made For Romeo

“Well…” She turns to look at me. “That all depends on you.”

“Really?” I ask. “And how is that?”

“I’ll tell you,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. “Today, I had the best day. I went out on a romantic date with this hot guy.” I laugh. “Then I overreacted, just a touch.” I tilt my head to the side. “Figured my shit out and then introduced him to my family.” She holds up her hand to stop me from talking. “Which, if you’ve met my family, isn’t an easy thing to do. Then after that, I saw a really nice picture of my boyfriend”—she emphasizes the word boyfriend—“making me smile. So after all of that, the only way I’ll be okay with any of this is if we go home and have sex.” I laugh at her. “I’m not kidding, Romeo. We’ve been on two dates. Three, if you count you cooking for me. Even Google says tonight is the night. When we weren’t dating, we had sex on the same night we met.” I pull into her driveway and put the truck in park. She looks around, then back to me. “What’s it going to be, Romeo?”

I reach for the handle of the truck and open it, not saying anything to her. She watches me step out and walk around the front of the SUV. I open her door and hold out my hand for her, still not saying anything. She puts her hand in mine before she steps out of the truck. I close the door and lean down to kiss her lips softly. “We should get inside,” I say in a whisper, and all she can do is nod at me. We walk up the steps and toward her front door, and I look around as she unlocks it. She steps in, and the lights are off. “Don’t turn on the lights.” I put my hand on hers when she leans over and tries to turn them on. Closing the door behind me, I push her against it. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment,” I tell her as I kiss her lips softly. “I’ve dreamt about this moment for a long time.” I move the kiss from her lips to her cheek. “Every single thing I’ve done is for this moment right here. To be able to be with you and deserve you.” I kiss her neck, where I feel her heartbeat under my lips. It’s beating as fast as mine. “Tonight and every single night after this.” I rub my nose with hers. “You’re mine.”

She moves her hand up to run her fingers through my hair. “I don’t think you’ve been paying attention,” she says softly, “because I’m pretty sure I’ve been yours since the first night.” I laugh because there is no way that she’s been mine. We weren’t ready for her to be mine. But now I feel it all the way down to my bones that I’ll forever be hers. I slip my hand around her waist, pulling her to me. “Romeo,” she whispers my name before my mouth claims hers. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me as I walk up the stairs in the dark.

My tongue plays with hers as I make my way into her bedroom. She unwraps her legs from around my waist, standing in front of me. “Gabriella,” I say her name in the dark, the only light coming into the room is from the streetlights. She slips her jacket off her shoulders and tosses it to the side.

“Romeo,” she says my name before she kisses me, and her hands go to my chest as she pushes my jacket over my shoulders. Her tongue slides into my mouth as my hands grip the bottom of her sweater, pulling it up. I let go of her lips as I peel it over her head and toss it to the side. She stands there in what looks like a dark blue bra, one I’ve never seen before. It’s sheer, except for the flowers that are exactly where her nipples are. She looks even better than she did the last time I saw her. Fuck, she’s even better than any single dream I’ve dreamt of her since.

“You are the only one I’ve ever dreamt about,” I tell her as I bend to kiss her neck, then my hand comes up to touch exactly where I just kissed her. “But this…” I kiss her under her chin. “Is so much better than my dreams.” My fingertips move from her neck down her arm and then to her hips, where I hold her.

She doesn’t say anything to me. Instead, her hands go to the hem of my sweater, and she lifts it to peel it off me, then groans when she sees my T-shirt. “Why are you wearing so many layers?” She almost pouts, and I can’t help but laugh at her when she grips the T-shirt and practically rips it off me, making me laugh even louder. “You’ve been hitting the gym.” I’m not sure if she is asking me or telling me. “Like, you were fit before, but damn,” she says, eyeing me.

“I had some spare time while in Turkey, and instead of just sitting around, I hit the gym with the trainer.” My tongue feels like it’s getting thicker in my mouth as she leans forward and kisses me right between my pecs. My heart speeds up even more, and my chest tightens. “Gabriella,” I whisper her name as her hands go to the button on my jeans.

She lifts one of her hands and puts her index finger on my lips. “Shhh,” she hushes me right before she leans forward and kisses my lips softly. “Don’t say anything.” She slides down to her knees in front of me, and all I can do is watch her. Her hands go to the button on my jeans, opening them, the sound of my heavy breathing fills the room, but it’s then silenced by the sound of my zipper being pulled down. Her hands push open the flap and then slide them down over my hips, stopping mid-thigh before she grabs my boxers and pulls them down also. My cock springs free, and she doesn’t waste any time. She grips the base of my cock, and my body shivers under her touch. Her tongue comes out as she licks the precum off me and moans, making my cock twitch in her hand. “Your cock is a work of art,” she declares, while her hand jerks up once and then down again as she leans forward and takes the tip into her mouth.

My head falls back for a second as I moan. “I missed”—I look down at her, seeing her eyes looking up at me as she takes more of my cock into her mouth—“sucking your cock.” She sucks three-quarters of it down her throat, her fist moving at the same pace as her mouth.

My hips move on their own as I put my hands on her head, gripping her hair in my hands. “I don’t know how long,” I warn between clenched teeth as she tries to work my whole cock into her mouth. Her tongue twirls around the tip of my cock as she moans. “Are you wet, baby?” I ask and she nods as my hips thrust forward faster and faster. “How wet?”

She lets go of my cock. “Soaking,” she admits, looking up at me as she licks her way up my cock from my balls all the way to the tip. “I’m soaked.” She sucks my head in. “If you slipped your hands down my pants, you’d slide right in.”

She shivers, and I know she’s thinking of me slipping my fingers into her pussy, and I can’t help but thrust into her mouth. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, my balls slapping her chin. “Your mouth,” I say as I fuck her face, “is the second-best thing on you.”

She looks up at me, and I feel my balls start to get tight. “My pussy being the first?” she asks as her hand tightens on the base. “Then my mouth?” She sucks me in, and I close my eyes. “Then my ass?” I can’t even stop myself from coming at this point, even if I wanted to. All I can do is moan, and she knows because she slides me back into her mouth and swallows everything I have to give her.

TWENTY-FIVE

GABRIELLA

I hear him groan, and I know he’s right at the edge. The tip of his cock gets even bigger in my mouth. I watch him look down at me as he comes in my mouth, and I swallow everything he has to give me. Everything. My hand grips the base of his cock, milking him for everything he has. “Fuck,” he hisses, and I smile to myself, letting his cock go. “I think my legs are going to give out,” he says as I stand. I’m about to say something to him, but he holds his hand up and puts his fingers on my lips. “Shhh,” he hushes me, mimicking what I said to him before. “I need you to take off your pants and get on that bed.” He rubs his nose with mine. “And spread your legs.” I’m about to say something, but the look on his face makes me stop. “I have no problem ripping those jeans off you.”

I look into his eyes when I unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper, shimmying them down my hips and then kicking them off my feet to the side where the rest of the clothes are. I’m standing in front of him with my midnight-blue sheer bra with embroidered flowers on it and matching string thong. I turn around and walk away, knowing that my ass is on point and drives him crazy. I get on the bed with one knee first and then the other knee before arching my back and putting my hands down. “Can you see,” I ask, making my legs go wider as I crawl away from him, “how wet I am for you?” I put one hand between my legs, feeling the wetness and making him look at my hand.

I turn on my side and lie down on my back, folding my arm under my head, watching him. “Is that what you wanted?” I ask, spreading my legs wide and then putting my feet on the bed flat. He kicks his pants off and comes to the bed naked. He gets on the bed, coming toward me with his cock in his hand, and I’m salivating, wanting to suck it again. He kneels between my legs, and I expect him to dive headfirst into my pussy. Actually, I’m dying for him to dive headfirst into my pussy, but instead, he puts one hand on the outside of my arm and the other one near my head before he leans down. “You’re going to pay for that,” he says with a smirk before his mouth falls on mine. He kisses me for a second before looking down at his cock right above my pussy, then leaning down and rubbing it up and down over my slit to tease me. My knees squeeze his hips while he rubs himself on me as his mouth comes down to kiss me again. He looks into my eyes as he slides his tongue into my mouth, his hand coming up to squeeze my tit. My back arches off the bed, itching for his touch. I feel like I’m on fire.

Sex with Romeo was always off the charts, even from the first night, but now it’s gotten to a whole other level. His cock fucks my covered pussy, and I’m on fire. I moan, but he sticks his tongue in my mouth to swallow my moan. “Romeo,” I plead, but his tongue silences my words. Our tongues go around and around while one hand plays with my nipple, pushing the cups down, and his cock rubs against my clit. My senses are through the roof, and he knows this. He wants this. I can see it in his eyes. He lets go of my mouth and slowly makes his way down, hovering an inch from my pussy. I see his head lower, and instead of feasting on my core, he moves to the side, sucking on my inner thigh. I watch his every move as he moves from my thigh and then comes up to suck my nipple into his mouth. I swear I’m about to come when he lets go of it, and my hand comes up to push the other cup down so he can suck this nipple also, but he doesn’t. Nope, not Romeo.

Instead, he trails his tongue down the middle of my chest to my stomach, and he kisses me. I try to control my breathing, but my chest is rising and falling as if I’m working out. I can’t take it anymore; my hand moves down to the middle of my legs, and I’m about to slide into my panties when he takes my hand and places it on my covered pussy. “No,” he says, as I feel my wetness coming out of the sheer material. He licks my fingers in his hand. “I’m the only one who is going to touch your pussy tonight.” He licks my knuckle like he would my clit, and my hips start to move up and down to get some friction going. His hands go to my hips, and he pulls the strings down my legs and then tosses it over his shoulder. I open my legs, bare for him, my landing strip on full display, my clit ready to be licked or flicked. “Tell me,” he says, getting in the middle of my legs, his mouth hovering over my slit so close I can feel his breath. “Do you want my tongue or my fingers?” he asks, and my hands move down to my pussy to get my own relief. “What did I say?” he reminds me, licking my knuckle before nipping at it with his teeth. I can’t help but slide a finger into me, and he licks the half of the finger that isn’t buried in me. I move my hand, hoping his tongue will replace my finger. I watch him pretend to lick me, and when I groan, he smirks right before finally licking me. His hands hold my thighs open as he sucks my pussy into his mouth. Then his tongue comes out, and he licks me to my clit. I can’t tear my eyes off him while the tip of his tongue flicks my clit before coming back and going into a circle.

My hand flies to his head, wanting to push it into me. I’m squirming as I watch him suck me into his mouth. “Make me come,” is the only thing I can say. My hands come up and pinch both nipples. “Make me come.” His tongue slides into me at the same time as two of his fingers do. “Please.” He finger-fucks me while his tongue goes back to my clit, licking it as fast as his fingers fuck me. I lift my ass a bit to get him deeper into me, and I can feel the orgasm coming. My toes start tingling, and right before I’m about to come, he takes his fingers out of me. “No,” I protest, feeling empty. “Romeo,” I beg as he licks around my clit before licking his way back up to my lips.

His mouth devours mine as I taste myself on his tongue. My hand roams down his chest to his cock, taking it in my hand and placing it right at my entrance. He lets go of my lips, grabs his cock, and then slides it into me. I can’t even put into words how it feels because there are no words that can do it justice. I feel so fucking full like his cock was made for me. I move my legs back, tilting up my hips. He holds one of my ankles as he slides his cock in and out of me. “Your pussy,” he says after three pumps, “is fucking heaven.” My hand moves down to the middle of my legs as my middle finger plays with my clit. “You can never listen.” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into me so hard I swear my eyes roll behind my head. “I said I was the only one”—he pulls out again—“who was going to touch”—he slams into me again before sliding back out—“your pussy.” He slams into me and I swear I need him to do that one more time and I’ll come.

“If you make me come,” I tease him. “I mean, if you can,” I try to goad him as he thrusts in and out slowly, never slamming back into me. “If you can make me come, I won’t have to help,” I say as he pulls out of me all the way. I almost cry as he takes his cock and rubs it on my clit. My hand pushes him back into me. “You’re getting warmer,” I instruct him as I watch his cock pull out of me slowly, then plunge back into me all the way to his balls.

He stops for a second, taking his time. “You come when I’m ready for you to come,” he declares to me, pulling out again and then slowly, like a fucking turtle’s pace, he enters me again.

He pulls his cock out of me. “Romeo.” This time I do cry out. He holds his cock in his hand as he guides it to my clit and moves his hips in a circle.

I watch him watching me and lick my lips. He lets his cock go, putting it on the bed. “Gabriella,” he says my name, coming to me and slipping his tongue into my mouth. His other hand comes up to cup my cheek. I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t see him slam back into me.

“Yes!” I exclaim, letting go of his mouth. “Please.” This time he fucks me like he is on a mission. Pounding into me over and over again, his balls slap my ass. His thumb plays with my clit at the same time, and I know he’s going to let me come. “I’m there,” I say, and he just nods at me as I close my eyes and squeeze his cock with my pussy, over and over again. I don’t even know how long it lasts because as soon as it finishes, another one is building up. “Again.”

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