He slid his hand into the leg of my shorts and then his fingers traced the sensitive skin at the edge of my panties. He watched my face closely when he inched his index finger under the fabric and brushed my folds. I gasped and he groaned. I was already so wet that his finger slid over me easily. His lips claimed mine with less restraint than before, and I didn’t mind. “Is this okay?” he rasped between kisses as his finger kept lightly tracing my folds. Sparks seemed to soar through my core. It felt so much more intense than when I touched myself.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His finger moved up between my folds, spreading my wetness up to my nub. He started to rub back and forth, the barest touch that felt incredible. My hips jerked up from the intense sensation. I moaned into his mouth, my legs opening wider to give him better access. He kissed my neck, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, soaking my camisole even more. His fingers between my legs drove me higher and higher.
“You feel so good, Lily. So soft and wet and warm,” he murmured.
I whimpered in response. Hearing him say those words made me relax further under his touch. He was gentle and unhurried. I ran my hands over his back and hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, wanting to have him closer in every way possible. I’d always wanted him and my sisters had often told me that feeling would cease with time, but my want had only grown. I didn’t think it would ever stop, not that I wanted it to.
Romero’s other hand moved to the edge of my pajama top and inched it down, freeing my breast. I had to fight the urge to cover myself up. For some reason it was more difficult to bare myself to his eyes than to have him touch me in my most private place. Embarrassment flew out the window when Romero lowered his head and captured my nipple between his lips. At the same time his finger on my clit started moving faster. I shivered and buried my face in the crook of Romero’s neck. His tongue licked my nipple lightly and it felt even better without the fabric as a barrier. My embarrassing moans and breathless sighs couldn’t be stifled against his skin. I pressed my lips together, trying to hold the sounds in, but everything Romero did felt so good.
Romero released my nipple. “I wish I could hear your moans. I love the sound.”
I lifted my head. “Really?”
Romero smiled a smile I’d never seen before. It was darker, more dangerous, and indescribably sexy. “Really. Can’t you feel how much I love this?”
He pressed a bit tighter against me and something hard and hot dug into my leg. I couldn’t believe I’d done this to him. Romero kissed my mouth, then the spot beneath my chin, my throat until he’d worked his way back down to my nipple. He trailed his tongue around it, then moved on to my other breast. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Fuck, I don’t care that it’s wrong, that it goes against my promise, I can’t resist you.”
Hearing him say that felt like ultimate triumph and when he sucked my nipple back into his mouth I fell apart. I stifled my cries in the pillow, knowing we had to be careful.
Romero kissed my throat and I smiled at him. “Wow.”
“Yes, wow. Watching you was fucking amazing.”
I raised myself on my elbows, my eyes moving down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. I’d been wanting to see him naked again ever since I watched him shower. I rested my palm against his erection. Even through his boxers he felt incredibly hot.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Romero said in warning, but he grew even harder beneath my touch.
“I want to do it,” I said.
Romero didn’t protest. He lifted his hips and pulled down his boxers. His erection sprang free.
I curled my fingers around the base, surprised at how wide it was. Romero sucked in a deep breath and dropped back on the bed, his hands flat on the mattress. I stroked lightly up and down, ran my fingers over his tip and back down to his balls. I couldn’t stop exploring him, curious and excited at the same time.
Romero cupped my cheek and I turned to look at him but didn’t stop my explorations. “Damn it, Lily, you’re driving me crazy.”
“How do you want me to touch you?” I asked quietly. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. I’d overheard Gianna say something about blowjobs to Aria once, and that those brought any man to his knees, but I wasn’t sure I could pull it off in a satisfactory way. Maybe I should have asked Gianna for instructions…
“You’re doing good.”
I didn’t want to do good. I wanted to be amazing. Pushing my worries aside, I bent over him and took him into my mouth.
Romero jerked under me in surprise and gripped the back of my head. “You don’t have to do that.”
It wasn’t said with conviction. I licked from his base up to the top. He didn’t taste of anything, except for the tip where a few droplets had gathered. I licked them away without thinking.
Romero cursed, raking his hand through my hair.
“Am I doing this right?” I asked after a couple of minutes.
“Fuck yes. You don’t even know how hard it is not to thrust into your mouth.”
“If that’s what you want, you can do it.”
“No, not today. Take your time and do what you like. I’ll enjoy it all, trust me,” he said in a low voice. And so I did. I licked around his tip and took him into my mouth, trailed my tongue along his length over and over again. Romero didn’t make a lot of sounds but his hand in my hair tightened and he sucked in his breath every now and then.