Sweet Home (Sweet Home 1)

Familiar minty breath whirled against my hot skin as I rested my head on the crook of Romeo’s shoulder and his fingers ran down my arms, intertwining our hands, slowly lifting them one by one to wrap around the back of his neck.

I tilted my head in the direction of his lips and his tongue flicked out, licking along my cupid’s bow. I moaned and closed my eyes.

Romeo’s mouth opened against mine and he teased, probing his tongue softly. His calloused hands skimmed around my ribs and grasped my br**sts as I broke away on a hiss.

“You’re never runnin’ from me again, are you, Shakespeare?” His hands palmed my br**sts harder. “Are you!” he barked.

“No, never,” I cried as I arched my back against his chest.

Romeo switched his torment to a soothing massage and nibbled my earlobe. “I missed you. I didn’t like the thought of you never returnin’. I vowed to myself that if you ever did, I’d make sure it’d be forever.” I loved how he switched from controlling to gentle in the blink of an eye.

Edging his hand down to my panties, he it slipped under the waistband and straight along my heat. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re always ready for me.”

The feeling of his fingers dipping inside my channel compelled me to roll my head and moan, clutching onto his long hair for balance.

“I’m gonna make you come, Mol,” he said as his thumb flicked over my nub of nerves.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my hips began to rock, my backside working against his groin.

His teeth held on to my shoulder as I became lost in the euphoric sensations.

“I love you, baby. Can you feel how much I love you?”

“I love you too!”

Romeo’s fingers became too much, hard and unyielding. “Then why did you leave me?”

“Because I… couldn’t take the pain. I thought you’d be better off without me.”

He added in a third finger, earning him a scream. “I’ll never be better off without you. Did you think I could take the pain? Thought I didn’t f**kin’ die every time you turned away from me? Shut yourself out?” He thrust even harder. “Thought I didn’t hurt when I came back to the hospital to find you gone. No note, no call, no nothin’? Thought it didn’t hurt when my family scandal and pictures of my bleeding girlfriend were all over the f**kin’ news?”

Scolding tears ran down my face as I clawed at his forearm. “Romeo, I’m so sorry.”

He bit down harder on my skin and with a final drag of his fingers, whispered, “Come now, Mol.”

I did.

Black spots blotted my vision as I used the strength of his body to stay on my feet. He brought me down slowly, kissing up my neck. He withdrew his hands and in one tug, ripped my lace panties in two, throwing the flimsy material to the floor.

I was naked, sated, limp, and so aroused that my skin felt as though I was lying flat on hot coals.

“Turn.”

I did as instructed and watched as his nostrils flared. Reaching behind, Romeo pulled his jersey over his head, his bronze torso glistening in the glow of the streetlamp flooding in through the window.

My attention immediately zeroed in on two large, beautifully intricate tattooed white angel wings standing proudly on the centre of his chest. I tentatively feathered over them with my fingertips, leaning in and brushing my trembling lips against each one, worshipping their meaning.

When I lifted my head, Romeo was licking his lips, chocolate eyes unguarded. “I know our angel isn’t here on Earth with us anymore, but even from Heaven, I wanted them to see how much they were loved… and that even though unplanned… they were wanted… so f**kin’ much.”

I cast a watery smile and he brought me to his lips.

“I love them. It’s perfect,” I whispered against his mouth.

Pushing me back a step, he said, “I’m not the most spiritual of guys, Mol. Don’t go to church and Christ knows I’ve sinned, but I truly believe our angel is being cared for somewhere better than here… by your folks. I believe it with all my heart.”

A sob burst free from my mouth and he hooked his hand around my neck and just held me to his chest. After several minutes, I laid a kiss over his heart and withdrew. “I love you, Romeo.”

“And I, you, baby.”

Romeo held me close for several minutes, just the two of us alone, breathing, healing together.

Romeo’s rough hands ghosted down my arms and he pushed me back from his embrace. “Now…” His face hardened. “Take them off.” He pointed down at the laces of his trousers.

My heart picked up speed at his command, and I untied the knot, gently pulling on the strings, my knuckles brushing against his erection.

He watched my every move, his chiselled jaw tensing with every butterfly touch. I threw the discarded string to the floor, waiting for the next order.

“Pull them down and get on your knees.”

I gripped the waist and yanked them over his muscled legs. He sprung loose against my cheek and I nuzzled against his flesh. I continued rolling the trousers over his feet and discarded them on the carpet. I lifted my head and met his gaze as he towered over me.

“Suck me until I tell you to stop.”

Saliva pooled in my mouth and I shuffled forward, licking slowly up his stem. Romeo hissed in response. My lips devoured him and I lurched forward, swallowing him down my throat.

“Fuck!” he shouted, gripping my hair as he pushed back and forth, his flesh swelling in my mouth.

I lifted my eyes and groaned as his head tossed back and his tongue licked his bottom lip. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, swirling my tongue around the tip, his hips rocking harder as I held on to his thighs to help give me traction.

“Fuck, Mol, your mouth.” He snarled and ripped me away from his groin. “Get on the bed.”

I stood and crawled to the centre of the bed and was urgently flipped on my back. Romeo’s hands spread my legs apart, bending them at the knees, and his mouth latched onto me.

“Ahh! Romeo…”

He worked his mouth furiously, his tongue filling and sucking. I wasn’t going to last, and my fingers clawed at his hair.

Snapping his head up, he ordered, “Grip your hands around the bed post.”

I did as he instructed.

“Don’t take them off.”

Romeo dived back in and I dug my nails into the thick wood, breathless and screaming mutely with every lick and bite.