Chapter 5 Sara #2
“Why me?” His fingers caress the flesh underneath my waistband, and my panties grow damp.
Because you’re a goddamned sex god. Because every other man on Staten Island pales into insignificance beside you. Because you had me at ice cream.
I settle for, “Because I like you, Romeo.” A whisper. Enough for him to get the message.
He tugs my sweatpants over my hips and tosses them aside, leaving me in my panties. They’re white and lacy. I chose them when I bought the bathing suit earlier with Halle.
“You’re so beautiful.” His expression is serious as his green eyes devour my body.
He leans over me and drags his fingers down my body, starting with my collarbone and lingering between my hips over the mound of my pussy. And for once, I don’t know what to say.
“I want to taste every part of you, Sara.”
He isn’t asking for my permission. He’s simply stating a fact. I raise my hands behind my head so that they touch the headboard and tilt my chin. A hungry sound escapes him.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a ‘where do you want to start?’.”
“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 feel it 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.”
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’s different. 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.
He pulls back and I open my eyes to look at him. His lips tilt into a little half-smile that melts my heart completely.
“I guess this is probably a good time to admit that I’m already planning our third date.”