Page 44 of Forbidden Romeo

“Oh, fuck,” she cries, tugging me harder, closer. Her hips move in tandem with my tongue, and I can feel her quivering against me as her orgasm builds and builds.

I change tactics, suddenly moving to her most sensitive spot and sucking on it gently at first, then allowing my tongue to play.

When Aimee comes undone, I’m there to match her as the ripples of pleasure cascade through her body.

Her panting is deep and breathless, and I leave her there lying on the couch to recover as I remove my own shirt and pants. My cock visibly pushes against the fabric of my boxers, so I reach down to stroke myself once, twice…

“What are you doing?”

I look up to see Aimee sitting up on the couch arm and staring at me hungrily. Her own shirt is discarded on the floor, leaving her dressed in only her pretty little bra that leaves very little to the imagination.

“You want this?” I say, holding myself in my hand.

She nods eagerly.

I stalk over to her, and she reaches for me automatically as I pick her up again.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I say between feverish kisses.

Aimee merely points toward the door closest to us, and I make my way over with us both.

“This time, I’m not going to fuck you from behind,” I say as I lower her to the bed. “This time, I want to see your face when you cum again.”

Aimee stares up at me, biting at her beautifully swollen lips.

“Don’t do that,” I demand as I lie down on top of her, tugging her lips away from her teeth with my own. “I don’t want you to hold back. Do you understand?”

I finally put the weight of my crotch against hers, and she gasps deliciously.

“Aimee?”

She seems to struggle to focus on my question. “Mmmhmm?”

“You’re going to scream for me, aren’t you?”

As I guide my cock to her entrance, I make sure it rubs against her clit.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

The anticipation of being inside of her has me shaking as I spread her legs. I feel like I’ve been starved of this, even though I only had her yesterday. She’s like an addiction; the sheerneedI feel as I hover over her is intoxicating. Nothing in the world exists except the two of us and the burning core of our desire.

She raises her hips impatiently, and it shatters every ounce of my restraint. I plunge into her, bringing our bodies so close you couldn’t fit a molecule between us.

Not close enough.

I grunt in frustration and attack her mouth again, swallowing her gasps as I begin to move in and out, in and out.

The feeling of being inside her is unparalleled. It takes everything within me not to come undone within the first few strokes.

“Pull on my hair,” I demand, and her small hands obediently tug at my roots. The sharp pain provides a wonderful distraction, and I can concentrate on my goal.

Closer.

I cling to her, feeling every moan released from her lips in my own body as if I were the one making the noises. I pound harder, our bodies moving in tandem. Both chasing the pleasure of release desperately.

I feel Aimee tense first, and her core tightens around me.

Yes. This is it.

---