Page 84 of Of Grief And Gratitude

Before I could escape the confines of the shower, his arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me back against his chest. His voice was smooth and dark against my ear. “I think I forgot an area.”

He pressed me against the beige tile and pulled my hips back so my ass stuck out, kicking my legs apart before going down on his knees. I shuddered as his fingers dug into my ass, parting my cheeks and biting his way down to my pussy lips, where he sucked and nibbled until I squirmed.

“Romeo, stop teasing me,” I begged, pressing back against his hold.

“Want me to lick this wet little pussy, mia fiamma?” he rasped, running a finger through my slit and barely pressing inside, pulsing and making me desperate for more. “You want to be my good girl and come on my fingers?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I cried out as he thrust his fingers inside me, the wetness of my arousal making the invasion smooth and quick. He pulled me down, burrowing into my mound and finding my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking over it firmly and sucking it between his lips. My legs shook, and I grasped uselessly at the smooth tile, hips bucking wildly as he worked me toward my release.

“So sweet,” he murmured against my pussy. “So fucking good. Come on my face, Riona. I want to drink you up.”

I flexed my inner walls against his fingers, tightening around him to intensify the sensations. He groaned and pushed deeper, adding a twisting motion that had me seeing stars as I shattered, my orgasm making my legs buckle so Romeo had to hold me up as his tongue replaced his fingers, and he licked and sucked at my soaked opening.

Finally, he relented, standing and pulling me from the shower. He took a fluffy white towel and carefully dried us off, then swept me into his arms and stalked to the bed, tossing me onto the mattress and staring at me.

“Still hungry?” I spread my legs and reached down, spreading my labia so he could see how wet I still was for him.

Romeo nodded. “Starving. Ravenous. Desperate, even.”

Instead of climbing onto the bed, he gave me a prime view of his ass as he looked through his bag and pulled out a familiar camera. He popped open the back, removed the card, then settled on the bed next to me and pressed it into my palm.

“I told you I would return your video,” he said, voice husky. “I’m sorry for what I did, and I won’t do it again.”

My fingers wrapped around the little rectangle, feeling the corners, considering how much Romeo had changed since I first met him. “Thank you.”

“I want to film you again,” he said, fingers fidgeting on the covers beside my hand. “You can keep the video after, but I want to watch you fall apart with my cock deep inside you. See your eyes close and your back arch as I come in you.”

My tongue darted out, swiping across my lower lip before I nibbled on it, contemplating Romeo’s salacious request. Did I trust him enough to let him record us?

Yes, I did. I wanted to watch what we looked like together, how our bodies fit.

“Okay,” I whispered, nodding at the camera. “Set it up.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised, his brows raising and his mouth falling open.

“Yes, now get moving before I change my mind.” I giggled as he snatched the memory card from my hand and raced to set the camera up on a portable tripod. He lined it up with the bed, angled to catch us from the side.

“Turn and face the camera,” Romeo instructed, twirling his finger. I started to move, but he stopped and positioned me, grabbing my feet and turning me so I was splayed open at the lens. He stepped back and nodded in approval. “Perfect. Spread that pretty pussy open for me now.”

I obliged, showing him how pink and ready I was for him. The air cooled where I was wet, making me shiver at the temperature change. “Like what you see?”

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed, eyes locked on my center. “I want to watch you finger yourself. Slip a couple inside and show me what feels good.”

I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I wasn’t a prude, but I’d never had a guy watch me pleasure myself before Romeo—but I’d never let anybody film me, either. My fingertips ran through my arousal, then circled my clit, making it harden. When I felt myself drip, I spread my legs wider and used my other hand to insert two fingers into my pussy, curling them to reach the spot I knew would make me come if given enough time.

“Faster.” Romeo fisted his cock and matched my rhythm as I moved my fingers more quickly, biting his lip and growling when I moaned. Watching the precum bead at the tip of his broad head was fucking hot. His grunts turned me on more than I knew was possible without being touched.

“Romeo.” My voice cracked. “I want you.”

“You’ll have me,” he assured me, squeezing his cock until it dripped. “Show me how prettily you come, and I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

“Fuck.” That did it. My hands worked fervently, and I worked myself higher and higher, hanging on the precipice of another orgasm that seemed just out of my reach. It shouldn’t have been difficult. I made myself come all the time.

Romeo stalked forward, leaning over me, still handling his cock, his dark eyes intense with desire. “Fucking come so I can shove this thick cock in you, Riona.”

It was like my body had awaited his command. My ass lifted off the bed as my inner walls spasmed, forcing my fingers out with each strong pulse of my orgasm. Before the last of my release had passed, Romeo thrust his fingers into me, working against my front wall almost painfully. I circled my clit, my toes digging into the bed as the pressure made me feel crazy with the need for something more.

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