He hesitates. “You’ll tell me if I?—”
“Now, Romeo.” I push his shoulders playfully.
His lips linger on mine for a moment longer, then he moves down towards the foot of the bed. I’m conscious that he’s still fully clothed, but I don’t even care. I want him like this. I want him to take me like this, with that look in his eyes that makes me feel special. Alive. Worshipped.
He grips my thighs and spreads my legs wide, hooking my feet over his shoulders. “I see it now. Do you want me to lick the ache away?”
“Yes.”
“Sara… the pleasure is all fucking mine.”
He buries his head between my legs, and I feel the tip of his tongue, enough to make me even wetter. The effect is instantaneous. I grip the rungs of the headboard, panting.
“You’re perfect, Sara.”
I don’t believe this either, but I’m not capable of forming a coherent sentence now that he has opened the floodgates, let alone arguing the point.
I feel his tongue inside me, searching for the spot. My eyes roll back in my head and give in to the throbbing need pooling low in my belly. Six months I’ve waited for this, never truly believing that it would happen. Men like Romeo don’t date women like me. So, I give into the moment. I follow every drag of his tongue, mapping the reaction with my body and storing it up in case this is all we’re meant to be.
And my body reacts without any help from me. I rock back and forth across his tongue until Romeo grips my hips to keep me still and sucks on my throbbing clit.
I’m panting hard.
“Are you going to come for me?”
I respond with more heavy breathing than I believed I was capable of.
Romeo stops sucking. “More? Or is it?—”
“Yes. More!” He can’t stop now. I’m too close. So close I couldn’t stop it even if he got up, handed my clothes to me, and told me that he was done.
My orgasm spills through me like a steam train. I’m there on his bed, and I’m hurtling towards the moon. I’m whole, and I’m also fluid. But the constant is Romeo’s tongue and the relentless, mind-blowing orgasm that keeps right on coming and coming.
When I finally stop shaking, he pulls back and looks at me. I can see in his blown pupils that he wants more: his pants are tented, and honestly, I want this too.
But…
I breathe deeply.
Time to get real, and tell him the truth before he realizes what a massive disappointment I am.
I’ve never done this part before.
“Romeo.” I’m still panting.
My heart is still crashing around inside my rib cage.And my clit…I could get stuck in this moment and be deliriously happy for the rest of my life, but Romeo has so much more to offer me, and I’m not chickening out now.
Be honest, Sara. You can do this. It’s pretty obvious that he likes you for fuck’s sake.
“I… I haven’t done… this before.”
I never thought I would have to confess this to a guy one day. I always told myself that I could wing it. I mean, how hard can it be, like riding a bike, right? It’s easy to convince yourself when it’s imaginary, but now that I’m here with Romeo… It’s different.He’sdifferent. I’m not gonna lie to him.
He freezes. “Do you… shit, Sara…”
“I mean I want to do it now,” I rush to say. “I want you to be my first. I just… I was kinda hoping my first time wouldn’t be a one-night stand, you know?” I swallow hard, tears stinging my eyes. I refuse to scare him off by weeping the first time we have sex.
Romeo unhooks my feet from his shoulders and leans forward, covering my naked body with his huge frame. Slowly, he presses his lips to my forehead, and I shut my eyes, feeling the sensation in every part of me.
