Sinful

“Rome, someone will see.”

“There’s no one fucking here.” I pause to stroke the delicate skin of her thighs and take my time teasing, getting her warmed up and ready for me.

She sighs in my arms, so I kiss her softly again and nudge the wide strip of cotton of her grannie pants aside and then dip between her soft, wet folds. Her little moans are delicious. I guide her backward, pressing against her until she’s trapped between me and the outer wall of the building. She barely registers me, dropping down, lifting her skirt, and gliding her panties down over her silky thighs.

“Rome, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like,” I grit out. “I’m eating you out,” I follow with a few licks of her pussy, and then I plunge my tongue deep inside her.

She pants and moans, coming apart as I taste every last fucking drop.

“Rome” and “God” are all she can say after that.

Which is absolutely fucking perfect.

It makes me want to protect her. Keep her safe. Even find her goddam cat.

No one is touching her after this.

No one.

Arabella….

Bella….

Is mine.