“Fuck, Sara. No one has ever said that to me before.”
I find that hard to believe, but I keep it quiet.
“You trust me?”
That’s easy. He has already shown me his gentle side without even realizing. “A hundred percent.”
His lips crush mine. “Only a hundred percent?”
I spread my legs wide. My panties are so wet they need to come off. Now. “Maybe a hundred and one.”
“I’ll take it.”
He nibbles my earlobe, pushing the tip of his tongue inside my ear. It’s like being underwater but with my skin on fire. I feelit everywhere.
His lips drag down my neck to the dip between my breasts. He crushes my breasts beneath his large hands, squashing them together, his tongue flicking back and forth between my hard nipples, paying attention to them both. I arch my spine, pushing them into his mouth, needing more.
His eyes seek out mine. Watching my reaction. Checking that he isn’t too much.
“Don’t stop, Romeo.”
Straddling my legs, he shuffles down my body, hooks his thumbs inside my panties, and slides them down over my hips. His pupils blow so wide, there’s hardly any green left in his eyes. He saw me naked on the beach, but he was obviously holding back, waiting till he could explore my body properly.
“Sara, I…” He slides a finger between the folds of my pussy and licks it. “You taste exactly how I expected.”
My body tingles. No one has ever made me feel this special before, and he hasn’t even started yet. “Is that good?”
“The fucking best.”
He spreads my legs, scoops up my wetness on his fingertip, and lies on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows. I feel his erection between us. I try not to think about how it’s going to fit because if it’s meant to, it will. Right? That’s how it works in all the fairy tales.
He rubs my slick over my lips. “Taste yourself, Sara. Lick it all off for me, baby.”
I lick my lips, and my sex responds with more wetness seeping out from between my legs.
“On a scale of one to ten?” he asks.
“A hundred.” I pause, trying not to smile too widely. “And one.”
“You’re too hard on yourself.” I can tell that the irony isn’t lost on him when his grin lights up his face. He rubs his erection against me. “Or maybe it’s me.”
“It’s all you.”
“Sara.” His expression is serious again. “We don’t have to?—”
“We do, Romeo. It’s the law.”
“The law?”
“You saved me from drowning, so now you’re responsible for me.”
He smiles. “I can do responsible.”
“Good,” I say, “because I have an ache right between my legs that just won’t go away.”
“Can I look?”
“I think it’s important that you do.”
