Renegade Path

“You won’t.” She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. “I know you won’t.”

Someday when I wasn’t five seconds from coming all over myself and I had more patience, I wanted to draw out this part. Leave her trembling and writhing beneath me for hours. Touch and taste every part of her. Command every moment. Tonight wasn’t that night. I only possessed the patience of a seventeen-year-old boy who’d waited his entire life to be with the right girl.

Still, I took my time sliding off her panties and kissing my way down her body. I stopped and took a moment to dip my tongue in her navel. She sucked in a breath as I kissed lower.

Her scent utterly intoxicated me, and I couldn’t help tasting her.

“Roman, please!”

I sat up and chuckled, stroking my hand over my painfully hard cock. I reached over and grabbed one of the condoms, tearing into it like a man possessed.

Other than my mindless need to be inside of her and to make her happy, I had no idea what I was doing. She watched with bright, eager eyes while I rolled on the condom.

Her breathing sped up as I covered her with my body. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me. “Make me yours, Roman. Please.”

“You’re already mine, butterfly.” I crushed my mouth to hers.

Shaking with the need to be inside her, I slid the head of my cock along her slit. Our lips connected again and I rocked against her, seeking entrance. She let out a strangled cry as I pushed inside, her smaller body squirming underneath me. The impulse to pound into her seized my body, but I willed myself to take my time.

Slow and gentle. We had our whole lives for fast and hard.

“Still good?” I asked.

“I think so.” She wiggled her hips again and a burst of pleasure seized my entire body.

“Easy,” I breathed out. “Am I hurting you?”

She seemed to think over the question and my heart stopped while I waited for the answer. “No. It feels…different. Full, but not in a bad way.”

I grunted and pushed into her with a little more force. “I want it to feel amazing for you.”

She stroked her hands down my sides and dug her nails into my ass. “You can go faster. I can feel how much you’re holding back.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

She was so tight but dripping with arousal. I clutched one breast and scraped my teeth over her nipple. Her moaning spurred me on and I drove into her faster. Harder. Bit down on her other nipple.

“Roman, I’m…” she strained, tense and so close. I reached between us and rubbed her secret spot until her eyes rolled back in her head and her little body jerked underneath me.

Having the whole house to ourselves was a blessing. Juliet came hard and loud. So many different noises I’d never heard from her before.

I wanted to hold back my own release as long as possible but lost the fight as soon as her muscles clamped down around me.

We lay there panting, slick with sweat, staring into each other’s eyes.

Juliet

We fell asleep for a few minutes. Well, I did. Roman darted into the bathroom to clean up before slipping under the covers with me. He pulled my naked body against his. The warmth from his still-sweaty skin seeped into me.

I sighed as his hand restlessly traced patterns over my hip and belly, down to my thighs and up between my breasts. He still seemed eager to roam and explore. And honestly, so was I.

“Will you think I’m weird if I show you something?” I whispered.

His hand stopped moving. “Never.”

I reached out and yanked open the nightstand drawer. My cheeks heated as I pulled the vibrant book out of its hiding spot.

Roman sat up. “What’s that?”

“It’s silly. When I told Vienna I wasn’t going to prom, she gave me this.”

Despite how intimate we’d just been, I had a hard time meeting his eyes as I handed over the colorful 101 Sensual Positions guide.

His whole face lit up. “Remind me to thank her.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and flipped over onto his belly, encouraging me to do the same so we could look through the book together.

“What do you want to try next?” he asked.

I hesitated. I truly didn’t know. When I’d first looked through the book, all of it seemed too overwhelming. Exciting but overwhelming. I wanted to wait to study it until Roman and I were together.

“Come on.” He slipped his hand around mine, intertwining our fingers. “Which one makes you tingle when you look at it?”

“Hmmm.” I flicked through the pages. “We already kind of did this.”

“Not quite.” He pointed to the way the woman’s feet were braced against the man’s chest. “We’ll give that variation another try later. Right now let’s figure out what excites you.”