Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
TARA
I can’t believe what’s happening, but here I am right outside the door of Romeo’s apartment.
“I’m gonna close all the blinds and make sure all the lights are turned off,” he says as he unlocks the door. “Then I’ll come and get you.”
I nod, my hands clammy. The ten-minute drive to get here didn’t do anything to dampen my horniness. In fact, I’m itching to take all my clothes off and feel Romeo’s hands all over my body. My four-year-old dry spell is about to be broken!
My heart pounds as I wait for Romeo to come back. The anticipation is killing me, but in the most exhilarating way. I can hardly believe I’m doing this—a one-night stand with a man I barely know, yet feel so inexplicably drawn to. The thrill of it all sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat pooling between my legs.
The door creaks open, and Romeo appears in the doorway. “It’s all set,” he says, his voice low and husky. He reaches out a hand, and I take it, letting him guide me into the darkness of his home.
As we step inside, the door clicks shut behind us, and the world outside fades away. It’s pitch black, just like I wanted, but Romeo’s touch keeps me grounded. He leads me carefully through the apartment, his hands gentle yet firm on mine.
Soon we stop moving, and I assume we’re in his bedroom. The air is charged with anticipation, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He releases my hand, and I feel his knuckle softly caress my cheek.
“You sure about this?” he murmurs.
I nod, then realise he can’t see me. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I’m sure.”
“Then I’m going to undress you now.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
I feel his fingers around my face as he gently takes off my mask. I hear him put it down somewhere—a bedside table, I assume. Then, he’s trying to find the zipper of my dress.
He lets out a laugh. “I can’t see anything. Maybe we should take off our own clothes.”
“Good idea,” I say with a giggle.
There’s something so erotic about undressing next to a stranger in the dark…
No. Not just any stranger. Romeo. I know I won’t feel this eager with just anyone else. He arouses me like no one else has.
My panties are the last to go, and then I’m completely naked. “I’m ready,” I announce.
I feel him step towards me. “Good,” he murmurs.
His breath is warm on my face, and I can sense the heat of his body close to mine. A shiver of anticipation flows through me as I wait for his touch. His fingers gently trace the outline of my jaw, then slowly trail down my neck, leaving a path of tingling skin in their wake.
His hands move lower, softly brushing against my collarbone before gliding down to my breasts. He cups them gently, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under his touch. I gasp softly, my body arching slightly into his hands. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He leans in closer, his breath mingling with mine. “You feel incredible,” he whispers. His lips find mine in the darkness, soft and tentative at first, then growing more insistent. His tongue explores my mouth with a hunger that matches my own. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my body pressing against his.
His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the small of my back, before settling on my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, and it sends a surge of desire through me, knowing that he wants me just as badly as I want him.
Romeo breaks away from our kiss, his breath ragged. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He trails kisses down my neck, his hands still exploring my body. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before sucking gently. I gasp, my head falling back as waves of pleasure wash over me.
His mouth moves lower, kissing and licking its way down my stomach, making me quiver with anticipation. Then he kneels before me, his hands gripping my hips as he presses soft kisses against my thighs. I can feel his warm breath against my most intimate place, and it sends a shiver of excitement through me.
“I can smell your arousal, Juliet,” he murmurs. “It’s intoxicating.”
I blush, thankful for the darkness that hides my embarrassment. But at the same time, his words send a thrill through me, making me ever wetter.
I gasp as his tongue finds my clit and circles it gently. My hands grip his shoulders for support as waves of pleasure wash over me. He takes his time, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, as if he’s memorising my body. I writhe against him, my breath coming in short gasps as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he slides a finger inside me, then another, pumping them in and out in a rhythm that matches the movements of his tongue. I cry out, my body tensing as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.
Romeo stands up, his arms wrapping around me as he holds me close. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I know he’s not done yet. Neither am I.
“That was... incredible,” I manage to say between breaths.
He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my ear. “We’re just getting started, Juliet.”
I smile, my arms looping around his neck. “I’m ready when you are.”
He scoops me up into his arms, and I let out a surprised yelp. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed,” he says, a smirk in his voice. He carries me a few steps, then gently lays me down on the soft mattress. I can feel the cool sheets beneath me as he climbs in beside me, his body warm and solid next to mine.
His hands begin to explore my body again, tracing gentle patterns on my skin. I reach out tentatively, my fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his smooth skin. I let my hands wander, exploring the dips and curves of his body, marvelling at the strength beneath my touch.
He captures my lips in another searing kiss. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, and I instinctively wrap my leg around his hip, pulling him closer. His hand slides down to my ass, gripping it firmly as he grinds against me, sending waves of desire crashing through me.
He breaks away from our kiss. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Juliet?” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “I have a pretty good idea,” I tease.
He chuckles softly, his forehead resting against mine. “You drive me crazy,” he admits. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met.”
My heart flutters at his words, and I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I feel the same way,” I confess.
Romeo reaches over to the nightstand, and I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I’m grateful he’s thinking clearly because I’m far too lost in the moment to consider practicalities. He kisses me deeply as he positions himself between my legs, and I can feel the tip of him pressing against my entrance. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, urging him on.
He pushes into me slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. We both let out a soft moan as our bodies connect, fitting together perfectly. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him, before beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
His lips find mine again, kissing me deeply as our bodies move together. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, meeting each of his thrusts with my own. The room is filled with the sound of our breaths mingling, our bodies coming together, and the soft murmurs of pleasure escaping our lips. The darkness heightens everything, amps it up so every sensation and touch and sound is magnified. There’s nothing else but us, lost in this intimate cocoon, like the rest of the world has faded away.
Romeo’s pace quickens, and his hot breath is ragged against my neck. I can feel the tension building in my body, like a coiled spring promising a release like I’ve never felt before. He groans, and I know he’s getting close. His hand slips between us, finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation sends me spiralling, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him as another orgasm rips through me.
My release seems to send him over the edge, and he groans, his body tensing as he finds his own climax. I feel him pulse deep inside me, and the sensation sends aftershocks through my body. It’s overwhelming, intense, and so damn perfect. We’re clinging to each other, holding on as if we might fall apart if we let go. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged, unsteady gasps. I can’t believe it’s happening, and yet here we are, two bodies tangled together in the dark.
“That was amazing,” Romeo whispers in my ear.
I can only nod, still floating in the clouds.
He rolls off, and I feel bereft.
“Romeo,” I call, hearing the neediness in my tone.
“I’ll be back, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”
A moment later, he was sliding back in bed next to me. As I snuggle in his embrace, Romeo’s lips find mine once more. “You won’t mind not getting any sleep, do you?”
I laugh. “Not at all.”
“When do you need to go?”
“Before the sun rises.” My chest compresses at the thought, but I know it’s better that we don’t get to see each other’s faces. Now that I know what it’s like to be with him, I’m afraid I’ll keep pining. At least, if I don’t know what he looks like, I won’t have much to hold on to apart from this amazing experience that we agreed to have.