21. Romeo
21
ROMEO
“ I want it all with you,” I said honestly.
“Show me.”
I’d never forget the sight of her so bold and determined, eyeing me like I was a challenge to take on.
“You’re sure?” The thrill of exploring with her turned me on more. If she was serious, then I wouldn’t waste a moment.
“Please, Romeo. Show me what you want.”
I put my hands on her hips and loved the flinch of surprise she did at the contact. Like the sensation charged her.
“You want to be a good girl for me?” I teased, stroking my hands up and down her sides and reveling in the softness of her skin. “You want to be my good girl?”
She shook her head, looking at me from hooded eyes. “I want to be bad for you, Romeo. Make me bad.”
Dirtying her up would be my fucking pleasure.
Bringing her closer, I welcomed the press of her hard nipples on my chest. “You’re sure?”
She nodded, gazing at me intently as she came closer for a kiss. Her cheek brushed against mine as she curled against me. “I’m sure.”
“Then stand up.”
She did, bringing her black bikini bottoms to my eye level.
“Take them off.”
Her fingers trembled as she untied to strings keeping the fabric up. My dick hardened, straining to be free, but I resisted the urge to react. I preferred the hard edge of this sort of push and pull, this thin line of trying to hold off from coming. It was almost a form of withholding orgasms for myself, but I’d only do it for her. To bring her the highest pleasure I could.
Yanking her down on me and fucking her fast would do the trick, but that was too easy.
“Hold it.”
I stared at her pussy, bare and inches from my mouth as she stood there on the seat. Water lapped at her calves as she stood here, naked to the world. No one could see us this high up, but the air on her bare body had to be tormenting her and shredding her modesty.
Her fingers gripped the string as I reached for it. Kissing over her hips, I avoided bringing my lips to her pussy. No matter how much faster she breathed and regardless of how she tipped herself toward me, I refused to pleasure her there with my mouth.
Instead, kissing her lightly and revving up her anticipation for what could come, I tied her hands together behind her back. The bikini bottoms were no replacement for a binding, but the knots held. Her shoulders were pushed back and her hands rested at the small of her back. I cupped her hips, caressing over the globes of her ass until I had my hands on the backs of her thighs.
I gazed up at her, taking in every sexy inch of her, from her flat stomach to her heavy breasts, and the slenderness of her neck. Keeping a steady eye contact, I shifted to remove my shorts. She licked her lips, silent and tense, but so aroused, judging by the points of her nipples and her quick breaths.
“Come here.” I guided her to kneel again, but I didn’t bring her all the way down until she nudged my cock. I kept her up high on the seat that angled at a slope. Once her breasts were within reach, I leaned forward to sample her tits. Kissing, licking, and biting, I explored her sweet flesh, testing out how much pain and pressure she could take.
I didn’t want anyone to ever mark her skin—except me. And I did. With my lips, teeth, and tongue, I tortured her flesh and gauged her reactions. She moaned and waved on her knees when I licked around her nipple, but she tensed and sucked in a sharp breath when I sucked hard on her and pulled her areola into my mouth.
She didn’t resist the pain, and when I soothed the harder bites and sucks with my tongue, she groaned such a sexy sound that I growled in response.
“Do you still want me to show you?” I asked, staring at her lust-filled eyes as I lowered my hand over her stomach.
She nodded. “Please. Please, Romeo.”
Surrendering was a complex process, but she was already doing so well in not moving her hands. It was a minimal form of bondage, but it was a decent start out here without any other resources or supplies.
“You want to be bad for me?”
“I want to be everything for you,” she said huskily as I slipped two fingers into her pussy. I didn’t trespass slowly or gently. Her arousal slickened her. She was already so wet, so warm but tight, and I hurried to scissor my fingers and take advantage of the speed of pushing into her. Last time, it was so slow and tender. Now, I demonstrated my hunger.
She cried out, arching into my hand. While I pistoned my fingers into her cunt, I doubled down in sucking at her tits, using my teeth to tug at her nipples too. Buoyed in the water and on the fine thread between pleasure and pain, she took it all.
“Get up,” I ordered once she neared an orgasm. I felt the rising tension in her. I tracked her quick breaths that heralded her coming apart. It was too damn soon, and I kept her from coming.
“Romeo. Please!”
I smacked her ass and prompted her to stand.
It was a clumsy effort with her hands bound behind her, but I assisted her in getting up by keeping my hands on her hips. As soon as she was on her feet, I turned her and pulled her down. Holding my dick, I lined up to her pussy.
She cried out, arching her back as she remained over the water on my lap. With her hands bound behind her back, she had nothing to hold on to. Keeping her off balance was part of the thrill, and as I slanted deeper into the water, I drove up into her tight pussy with one long, hard thrust.
“Oh!” She gasped and moaned at being so full of me, and I didn’t wait to instruct her.
“Ride me. Slide back on me and glove me with that fucking cunt. Right now.”
She groaned, trying to ride me the best she could with her hands bound. Back and forth, she rocked through the water and squeezed me with her tightness.
Even though she was working at it, doing her best not to fall forward into the water like this, it wasn’t enough friction. I was working with an amateur, but I didn’t expect her to figure it out on her first try.
I held on to her as I lifted us out of the water. Seated on the edge of the hot tub, I waited for her to anchor her knees on the wooden platform. “I said ride me,” I demanded as I began to untie the string from her wrists. The bikini bottoms stayed on one hand, but as soon as she could part her arms, she placed her hands on my knees and ground against me.
“Harder, Tess. Fuck me harder. Like you mean it.”
She growled, curving her back and slamming down on me. Up and down, she bobbed on me, and I stared at her sweet ass, watching my glistening shaft disappear into her.
Pushing my hips up, I gave her a different angle. But when she faltered, so close to coming again, I slowed down my pushes to hold her off.
Too soon. It was way too fucking soon. For all that time we’d been denied each other, I refused to let this go too quickly.
Instead, I grabbed her hips and slid my hands over her ass. Once I squeezed her, gripping her hard, I brought my fingers along her crack.
She tensed, almost jerking off me completely, but I caught her in my arms before she slipped back into the water.
“No. No!” She shook her head, frantic. Her voice wasn’t only a sound of protest, but fear. “Not—No!”
I gritted my teeth, hating that I’d caused her to panic. I should’ve known better, though, and I fought through the disappointment in myself that I hadn’t made this all about pleasure for her. Going near her other hole likely triggered an unconscious fear. Something from when the men raped her.
And that wouldn’t do. I hugged her to me, kissing her neck and easing her out of the panic. Keeping her focused on me, I reached up to bring her arms forward.
“I said ride me,” I repeated, not letting her fall into her fears or memories.
“I—”
“Ride me,” I ordered, glad that she'd never stopped all the way, still rocking her hips over me.
I wouldn’t go near her ass again. And I didn’t. As she rode me, I lowered one hand to rub her between her legs. I found her clit, and stimulating that had her nearing an orgasm again.
I succeeded in deterring her from freaking out about anything anal, but I wasn’t ready to finish this. She gave me a good measure of what she could handle, and I was pleased that she was flexible to pain and impatience. It gave me hope that we could figure out a compromise.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
“No. Please. I?—”
“Turn. The. Fuck. Around.”
She did, shakily and so clumsily that she almost fell.
As I leaned back further on the damp wood, I rested on my hands. The position didn’t feel great with my gunshot wounds still healing, but once she straddled me again, sinking onto my dick, I groaned at the perfection of our bodies coming together like this. Like one.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She lowered her gaze, watching my dick as she cupped her breasts, then did as I told her.
Last time was too tame. Under the covers, in the dark, and missionary. Like this, she proved that she could handle a lot more and enjoy it.
“Can I… Can I come now?” she whined, so sexy and needy.
“Now, Tessa. Now.” I wouldn’t last longer. Leaning forward, I held her back as I angled her to dip away from me. She didn’t stop bouncing on my dick. And she didn’t hold back on pinching and twisting her nipples. Once I lowered my fingers to her clit and rubbed there, she burst apart and clenched on my dick.
“Fuck. Oh, Romeo. Fuck .” She panted and wheezed, breathing so hard as her orgasm hit her. Under the tighter cinch of her pussy on my dick, I lost the willpower to deny myself any longer. With a sweeping rush of pleasure, I came. My cock jerked within her warm pussy, and I groaned as I flooded her with all my cum.
As she shivered and trembled from the overwhelming sensations, I gathered her close in my arms and carried her back into the hot tub. The hot water stung, but it also soothed. Together, hugging and so sated and spent, I rubbed her back and marveled at the gift of surrender she’d given me.
Then I wondered what else she’d want to offer next time. Because it would only get better and better if the deep, contented sigh she exhaled was anything to go by.
I kissed the top of her head, holding her close and knowing I was the luckiest man alive to be able to share such deep intimacy with her.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, sleepily but conscious.
“For what?” I asked, still rubbing her back. If anyone should express thanks, it should’ve been me.
“Showing me how much… better it can be.”
I chuckled and hugged her closer. “Are you saying it was bad the first time?”
Her cheek lifted in a smile against my chest. “No. Never. I enjoyed it then. But this was… more intense.”
I kissed her temple. “What if I promised you that it could be even better?”
She shivered slightly and exhaled a long breath. “Then I would hold you to that promise. And look forward to when it could happen.”
Fuck. You’re perfect.
I tipped her face up and kissed her, sealing this moment with all the love I could ever have held in my cold, dark heart.