24. Tessa
24
TESSA
I t was embarrassing for Romeo to come home and catch me red-handed, watching a porn. That humiliation hadn’t lasted long, though. And now that it seemed like he wanted to re-enact what I was viewing, I was so damn glad that I’d taken Eva’s advice to “research” with porn.
He hovered over me, but with the slight side angle that I lay in, he wasn’t suffocating me. His dick prevented me from breathing better, but I loved the thrill of having my mouth stuffed with his hard yet smoothly soft penis. So salty. So thick. I reveled in contours and the ridges of his veins, and every time that tight flesh slipped over my lips, the friction of the contact made me more aroused. Getting turned on from pleasing him was such an extra reward, and I would never stop trying to impress him, to excite him and deliver him immense pleasure.
The sensation of the long, hard object at my pussy was different. Instead of his shaft or his fingers easing into my wet entrance, it was something hard and foreign. But not bad. Having him watch something get sucked into me there was a filthy idea. Sloppy, sluicing noises came with his pushes into my pussy, and the naughty sounds of how damn wet I was made me drip even more.
The things this man did to me. It blew my mind and rocked my body. My heart wasn’t much safer. Romeo completed me like the other half I hadn’t known I was searching for. And his dominance was the guidance I hadn’t realized I needed to properly let go and just be . To feel.
In and out, he slid the thick dildo. Slower but steadier with his thrusts into my mouth, he replayed the actions that I had been watching on the screen. A cock ramming into my mouth until my eyes watered. A dildo slipping into my pussy to make me wriggle and arch up into his hand and the toy.
“You take it, Tess,” he demanded as he activated the toy. It buzzed, stimulating my sensitive flesh all that much more, and I lost my rhythm of sucking him into my mouth. Almost gagging, I blinked through the tears and moaned my ultimate pleasure and surprise.
He stopped thrusting into me so hard as he leaned lower. Still not crushing me with his weight since I was slightly on my side, he switched things up from what I watched in the porn. With his dick seated in my mouth, the vibe deep in my pussy, he arched over to suck on my clit.
I moaned, muffled with his dick in my mouth, but he remained deep in me as he leaned his thighs against the edge of the bed.
“Hold on to me and fuck me,” he ordered when he paused to lift his mouth from my clit.
I didn’t wait. Holding on to his thighs, I gave leverage to bob my head on him, craning my neck to make the fit work. Once I got going, he put his mouth back on me. His tongue didn’t stop once, circling my clit. He resumed working the vibe into my pussy, faster and harder. But it was his kisses to my bundle of nerves, suctioning to the point of pleasure and pain mixed into one.
I came quickly, splintering apart as the bliss shot through my veins. From my toes to the top of my head, I felt frazzled and jolted, as though this orgasm had the potential to carry an electrical charge.
With his dick crammed into my mouth, I couldn’t do much more than moan longer and louder. I didn’t know if he thought I was voicing anything negative, but the need to catch my breath stopped me from speaking up when he pulled his hips back and deprived me of making him spurt his cum down my throat.
“Don’t move.” He walked around the bed, leaving the vibe between my legs. It wasn’t on, but just the presence of it in my pussy had my orgasm continuing in smaller waves of pleasure.
After he lay on his side, facing me and tucking me almost flush against him, he lifted my leg and draped it over his. He kissed me so hard and long that I swore I’d pass out. But if I did, it’d be one hell of a blissful way to go. At the same time he made out with me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he sampled his muskiness on mine, he lowered my hand between us.
Once my fingers bumped into the vibe, I jolted at the deeper push. Then with his fingers curling mine around it, I caught on to what he wanted. I held the handle and followed his lead to thrust it in and out.
“Oh, fuck, Romeo.” I groaned, resting my head back on the pillows. Overwhelmed with such an addicting friction, I felt the sensitive drag of the toy on my inner walls.
“Nice and slow, Tess.” He rubbed his hand over my ass, and after he dipped his finger in my hole with the vibe inside, he moved his digit back to my ass.
I tensed, but when I opened my eyes and saw him watching me with patience and concern, I knew he had been waiting for it.
“I—”
He kissed me softly. “Trust me.”
I winced as he probed around my back entrance. “I do, but I don’t know…”
“Keep your hand moving,” he said when I faltered.
Steady and with gentle force, he smeared my cream around my rear hole. While the memories of what those men did taunted me, I did my best to fight through it all.
“Look at me,” he urged with another kiss. “Focus on what you are doing.”
I moaned as the vibe stretched me.
“This is just you and me. No one else. Focus on me. On you. On us .”
I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss him, needing that simple but powerful contact. These kisses with him were the sharpest contrast, the grounding touch that always pulled me out of the past and stayed in the present. My rapists hadn’t attempted intimacy. They’d only violated. Romeo, though, was my lover, giving me such tender affection and pushing me to broaden my horizons with him.
Over and over, I worked the dildo into my overstimulated pussy. And around and around, he massaged at my hole.
When he probed his finger, pressing into me, I stiffened again, but with another hasty kiss on his lips, I fell back into the moment. The hot, taboo, but surprisingly thrilling moment with him.
“You can take it, huh?” he asked, not goading me but checking.
I replied by lifting my leg higher over his.
Pleasure, so hot and new, filled me with his touches where I was taught no one should ever go. No normal lover would want to be in my ass at all. That was what the rigid sex education I’d received told me.
With his finger pumping into my ass while I pistoned the dildo in and out of myself, I was so close to a brutal orgasm that I feared I wouldn’t be put back together again. The bliss would be too strong. The sensation of flying and floating and sinking and drowning—all at once—would short circuit me.
“You’re going to take it and come, Tess.” He kissed me harder as he pulled his finger out of my ass. On a pull out of the dildo, he collected more of my juices and slid two fingers in my ass.
“Oh…” While the toy was almost out, his dick came closer.
“Put my dick in your pussy,” he ordered as he kissed and sucked on my neck. His fingers didn’t stop in my ass, and without the dildo in there and tightening the pressure, I was impatient to be stuffed full again.
I lined him up and braced myself for his thick cock to fit in me. With an instant slam in, he was seated. Between his dick and his fingers, both my holes stuffed, I cried out at the nearness of the orgasm that I was sure would break me.
“Watch me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. The light blue was so bold and vibrant, flashing so hot and fierce.
“Watch me as I make love to you.”
I nodded, kissing him quickly because I needed his lips on me.
“Watch me as I fuck your tight cunt.” He pounded into me harder.
“As I keep my fingers in your sweet ass.” He growled, so close to coming himself.
“Give it to me, Romeo,” I begged as he worked in and out of me. My mouth hung open as I frantically pulled in air to breathe. “I want you. I want it all.”
“Fuck!” He furrowed his brow, staring at me and straining to push me over the edge of tortuous buildup to relief.
A moment later, he did. Every nerve ending felt frayed, and with a pulsing rush of bliss so sweet and potent that I cried, I came. My pussy clenched his hardness that jerked and spilled his cum so deep inside me. The muscles in my ass tightened as he continued to stroke his fingers. Together, we came. His release seemed to be a hard and blindingly brutal one like mine. I didn’t have much to compare to, but I had never, ever come so hard in my life.
After he pulled his fingers out of me and slid out, his dick smearing our cum on my thigh, we lay there panting and gasping for air.
For a long while, I came down from the high snuggled against him. Words weren’t necessary. Speech was impossible. All we could do was lie there and recover our breath as our hearts slowed back down.
My entire body was numb with bliss. My arms and legs felt leaden with a heaviness that had me giving up the idea of anything but sleeping.
He didn’t let me. Eventually, he urged me to slide over so he could stand. While I lay there and smiled, too whipped and satisfied to even think about moving, he went into the bathroom and cleaned up. He returned with a wet cloth and cleaned me up. Then he climbed right back into bed and hugged me close.
Stroking his hand over my back, he sighed deeply. Between the comfort of his hard, hot body, the security of his hug as tender aftercare, and the soothing sensations of his hand rubbing back and forth on me, I drifted closer and closer to sleep.
Before I gave in to the lure of a deep rest, I figured we would talk about these new steps we’d taken tomorrow. Any talking could wait. After that heated trial of sex, passing out was all we could handle.
But he had to have the last word.
“I love you, Tessa.”
His voice was so low, so soft, that I couldn’t tell whether I was dreaming or not. And with the next deep rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, suggesting that his even breath meant he was already checked out, I wondered if he’d said it consciously or not.