“Can we please not dissect my entire sexual history while lying here naked?”
“I’m just— I don’t even understand. How is that even possible?”
“Long distance! We were long distance most of the time and when we weren’t it was always rushed or—can we stop talking about this?”
A slow grin spreads across his face. “So what you’re telling me is?—”
“Don’t.”
“—I get to be your first?—”
“Do not make that face.”
“What face?” But he’s practically glowing.
“That face. The smug face.”
“JuJu, I’m about to blow your mind. I’m allowed to be pleased.” He pushes my legs back open. “Now are you going to let me do this or are you going to keep talking?”
“I don’t—what if I don’t like it?”
“You’ll like it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m very good at it.” He kisses my inner thigh. “And because I’ve literally been fantasizing about this since September.”
Oh god.
“Just—be nice about it if I’m weird or?—”
“You’re not going to be weird. Now stop overthinking.”
His mouth finds me and every thought instantly evaporates.
His tongue moves and I stop breathing. Stop thinking. Everything narrows down to this.
One hand splays across my stomach when I try to arch up and his fingers slide inside and I make a sound that would mortify me if I actually cared.
“There you go,” he murmurs.
He changes the angle. Does something that makes my vision fade. I’m saying his name, hands fisted in his hair, completely lost.
The pressure builds impossibly high.
“Romeo, I can’t?—”
“Yes you can.”
And I do. The orgasm rips through me, making my whole body shake. He doesn’t stop, just works me through it until I’m trembling and barely conscious.
When I can breathe again, he’s kissing his way up my body. Smug doesn’t even begin to cover his expression.
“You good?”
I can’t answer. Can’t form words. I didn’t know it could feel like that.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He’s so pleased with himself. “Told you you’d like it.”
