He slid his hand into the leg of my shorts and then his fingers traced the sensitive skin at the edge of my panties. He watched my face closely when he inched his index finger under the fabric and brushed my folds. I gasped and he groaned. I was already so wet that his finger slid over me easily. His lips claimed mine with less restraint than before, and I didn’t mind. “Is this okay?” he rasped between kisses as his finger kept lightly tracing my folds. Sparks seemed to soar through my core. It felt so much more intense than when I touched myself.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His finger moved up between my folds, spreading my wetness up to my nub. He started to rub back and forth, the barest touch that felt incredible. My hips jerked up from the intense sensation. I moaned into his mouth, my legs opening wider to give him better access. He kissed my neck, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, soaking my camisole even more. His fingers between my legs drove me higher and higher.
“You feel so good, Lily. So soft and wet and warm,” he murmured.
I whimpered in response. Hearing him say those words made me relax further under his touch. He was gentle and unhurried. I ran my hands over his back and hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, wanting to have him closer in every way possible. I’d always wanted him and my sisters had often told me that feeling would cease with time, but my want had only grown. I didn’t think it would ever stop, not that I wanted it to.
Romero’s other hand moved to the edge of my pajama top and inched it down, freeing my breast. I had to fight the urge to cover myself up. For some reason it was more difficult to bare myself to his eyes than to have him touch me in my most private place. Embarrassment flew out the window when Romero lowered his head and captured my nipple between his lips. At the same time his finger on my clit started moving faster. I shivered. His tongue licked my nipple lightly and it felt even better without the fabric as a barrier. My embarrassing moans and breathless sighs became dangerously loud so I pressed my lips together, trying to hold the sounds in, but everything Romero did felt so good.
Romero released my nipple. “I wish I could hear your moans. I love the sound.”
I lifted my head. “Really?”
Romero smiled a smile I’d never seen before. It was darker, more dangerous, and indescribably sexy. “Really. Can’t you feel how much I love this?”
He pressed a bit tighter against me and something hard and hot dug into my leg. I couldn’t believe I’d done this to him. Romero kissed my mouth, then the spot beneath my chin, my throat until he’d worked his way back down to my nipple. He trailed his tongue around it, then moved on to my other breast. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Fuck, I don’t care that it’s wrong, that it goes against my promise, I can’t resist you.”
Hearing him say that felt like the ultimate triumph and when he sucked my nipple back into his mouth I fell apart, arching up, not caring when Romero pulled back to watch me. I stifled my cries in the pillow, knowing we had to be careful and I was being embarrassingly loud as waves of pleasures filled me.
I lifted my head when I’d calmed down and smiled at Romero. “Wow.”
Romero kissed my throat. “Yes, wow. Watching you was fucking amazing.”
I raised myself on my elbows, my eyes moving down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. I’d been wanting to see him naked again ever since I watched him shower. After a moment of hesitation, I reached out and rested my palm against his erection. Even through his boxers he felt incredibly hot.
Romero held his breath, his muscles becoming taut with tension. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said in warning, but he grew even harder beneath my touch.
I searched his eyes, wondering what had made him say it. Was he worried he’d lose control?
“I trust you,” I admitted. He closed his brown eyes and when he opened them again they were even warmer and gentler than before, but I caught the hint of something darker in them as well. “I want to do it,” I added.
Romero didn’t protest, instead he sat back against the headboard before he lifted his hips and pulled down his boxers. His erection sprang free.
Last time I hadn’t been this close and nerves and excitement curled in my stomach as I took in the sight. His girth was impressive. My first time with Romero would be painful, no doubt, but that was something I wouldn’t have to worry about.
“You don’t have to do anything, Lily,” Romero said as he began to reach for his boxers, mistaking my hesitation for reluctance to touch him.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I curled my fingers around the base, surprised at how wide he really was. Romero sucked in a deep breath and dropped back against the headboard, his hands flat on the mattress. I stroked lightly up and down, ran my fingers over his tip and back down to his balls. I couldn’t stop exploring him, curious and excited at the same time.
Romero cupped my cheek and I turned to look at him but didn’t stop my explorations. “Damn it, Lily, you’re driving me crazy.”
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