Page 117 of Forbidden Romeo

Aimee

I’ve never slept so well in my life.

For the past few nights, curled up against Jack’s firm chest, it’s been impossible to tell apart the sweet dreams from reality. Although we’ve barely even kissed, the intensity of this closeness is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Last night was no different. With a barely bruised rib and a healed-up lip, Jack had been more attentive than usual. Eager to hold me, prove to me that he’s recovered. My dreams only made his touches more tantalizing.

Even as I begin to register that I’m waking up, I can still feel the ghost of his hands lingering in places I only ever want him to explore more. The feeling of his lips against my stomach makes me squirm further into the numerous pillows around me.

I don’t want to wake up. Not yet. Not when his lips keep kissing lower and lower. When his hands cup my breast and tug lightly on my nipple.

“Mmm,” I murmur my content into a pillow.

The kisses suddenly stop.

“Good morning,Chroí,”Jack’s words vibrate against my thigh.

I freeze. This isn’t a dream.

The kisses resume, moving closer and closer to my center. I suddenly become aware of how wet I am, my core already begging for my dreams to become a reality.

“You seem eager for me,” he hums, his mouth moving to the top of my pajama shorts and tugging at the fabric with his teeth. “Did you sleep well?”

I look down at him, resting between my legs. His muscled back is splayed out before me, and I fight the urge to comb my hands over his shoulders to feel how strong and firm they are for myself.

Instead, I reach for his hair and push it back out of his eyes. “Perfectly.”

A cocky smile spreads across his lips. “You were moaning my name.”

I bite my lip, trying to ignore the blush I know is currently spreading across my cheeks.

“Was I?” I say as innocently as I can as he places a tantalizing kiss on my bare stomach.

“It made me jealous,” Jack hums. “What was I doing to you?”

I try to shrug, but Jack’s hands are suddenly lifting me up and sliding off my shorts. The cool air flashes over my nakedness until Jack lowers himself onto me again, resuming his soft kisses across my abdomen.

“Just touching me….” I reply, trying to sit up to watch him work, but his hands hold me firmly in place.

His kisses trail down me again, and my breathing hitches.

“Where?” He asks as his mouth lingers at the top of my shaved pussy, brushing his bottom lip across the light stubble.

Something inside me tightens, and I lose patience with his teasing. I drop my hand down to my throbbing entrance and start working myself. Reveling in the release with a groan.

“Here,” I bite out.

Jack chuckles. “So impatient.”

His hand is suddenly on mine, working me harder for a wonderful, delicious moment before removing it. Before I can protest, he puts my finger in his mouth. His tongue swirls around it tantalizingly, lapping up the juices eagerly.

The sensation makes my breathing come out quick and ragged. Jack seems delighted by my reaction. He sucks up and down my finger while he stares up at me, distracting me from where his own fingers have started creeping up my leg.

A moment later, I feel him enter me and groan in pleasure. He moves in synchronization with his mouth, and I have to bury my head in the pillow at the overwhelming sensation that envelops my entire body.

“I want to hear the sounds you made,Chroí,” Jack says, finally releasing my finger and adding another inside me.

He glides in so easily I barely register the adjustment until the third finger goes in. “Oh fuck!”

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