Cards of Love: Knight of Swords

My fingers trembled as I gripped the tiny, hidden zipper and tugged it down, revealing creamy skin and little freckles. I leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. Roses and vanilla frosting.

The dress dropped to the floor in a puddle at her feet and she carefully stepped out of it. Leaning over, she picked it up and I almost lost my damn mind.

Her breasts swelled up over the cups of her strapless bra. My gaze traveled lower, enthralled with my first unobstructed, unhurried view of her stomach and hips. Lower, my gaze stopped on the small satin panties in the same shade of deep red as her dress. When I could breathe again, I continued drinking her in. Long, smooth, bare legs. Black heels. A fantasy come to life.

We’d spent a lot of afternoons making out. Quick, stolen moments, forever etched in my mind. But this was different. I didn’t have to hurry. I wasn’t afraid of getting caught. Music continued to flow from the speakers downstairs and

Juliet swayed to the melody.

But it was her gaze that pinned me in place.

She held out her hands. “Dance with me.”

Her invitation snapped me out of my trance and I took her hands in mine. This dance had nothing to do with what we’d learned in gym class. I spun her around and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. Her body perfectly molded to mine. I nipped at her earlobe and she leaned against me even more. I dropped my hands to her hips and we settled into a slow grind. The curve of her backside fit so perfectly against me and I took my time exploring every exposed inch of her.

Spinning her around, I took her mouth, kissing her until the music faded away, replaced by our beating hearts. My overheated blood shot through my veins. The electricity sparking between us had my cock harder than ever. Stiff and throbbing. If I came in my pants like that day in the photo lab, I’d never forgive myself.

“Juliet,” I whispered, squeezing the firm globes of her ass to slow her down.

“Roman,” she answered. Her fingers reached for the cheap bow tie at my neck, pulling it loose. She went to work on my buttons, stripping off my jacket and shirt. I couldn’t let her near my belt or I’d definitely come in my pants.

“Lie on the bed for me.” I nodded to the neatly made-up queen-sized bed against the wall. “Let me see you.”

A pretty flush spread down her neck and chest as she hurried over and climbed into the bed.

Oh, fuck. That didn’t slow down my racing heart at all. Especially when she kicked off the heels and stretched out on her side. She propped her head up on her hand and watched me fumble with the unfamiliar buckle and trousers.

“Oh, Roman,” she gasped and covered her mouth with one hand.

I glanced down afraid I’d already shot my load and just hadn’t realized it. But no, I was still harder than a motherfuckin’ log.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid that’s going to hurt.”

My mouth curled into a smug smile and I approached the bed with surer steps. “I’ll go slow. I’d never hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispered.

She watched with wide eyes while I took the three condoms from my pocket and set them on the nightstand.

I placed a knee on the bed and stared down at her. “Are you sure?”

“Surer than I’ve ever been about anything.” She rolled to her back and curled a finger, inviting me closer.

I settled myself between her legs, holding my weight above her. “Kiss me, butterfly.” I lowered my head and feasted on her full lips. She rubbed her tongue against mine, panting into my mouth.

“I love kissing you,” she whispered against my lips.

She slid her palms over my freshly-shaved face and kissed me even harder. I desperately needed to be skin on skin with her. Slipping my arms under her, I rolled us so she was on top. She laughed as she settled over me.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to see you. All of you.”

My fingers fumbled with the stubborn clasp of her bra. “May I?”

The smile vanished. “Yes, Roman,” she answered.

I continued grappling with her bra hooks when she finally took mercy on me. “Need some help?”

“Go easy on me. It’s my first one.” She raised an eyebrow. I pressed my hands against her cheeks. “I’ve never done this with anyone else.”

Her gaze skittered away. Or maybe the flickering candles made it seem that way. “I never wanted this with anyone else,” she finally said.

Her words didn’t exactly ease my concerns, but then she reached behind her unsnapped the hooks. With no straps to keep it in place, the bra fell between us and I was more than ready to catch the soft weight of her breasts in my hands.

“Roman,” she whispered as my thumbs rubbed over her nipples.

She spread her legs wider, grinding herself against me. With her head thrown back and eyes shut, I wasn’t even sure if she was aware of what she was doing.

“Juliet.”

I wanted her with me every step of the way.

I flipped us again and her eyes popped open. “Eyes on me, Juliet.”

She bit her lip and nodded. Watched while I kissed my way to her breasts. Slowly, I ran my tongue over the hard tips of her nipples, stopping to savor each one. Writhing underneath me, she looked like pure sin. Then I’d find her eyes, full of innocence and longing.

He hands reached for me, stroking my cock. Even through my underwear, her touch burned. “Take me out,” I whispered.

She wasted no time, shoving the elastic band down over my hips. My cock sprung free and she eagerly wrapped her hands around me, softly touching and exploring.

I sucked in a sharp breath. My own hand never felt that damn good.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “Fuck yes.”

This was going to be over quick if she kept that up. I slid my hand down her belly.

Her entire body tensed up. Her hands stopped stroking my cock. Plump thighs clamped around my wrist. “Juliet? Is this okay?”

She seemed to shake off whatever pulled her out of the moment. “Touch me,” she whispered.

Slower this time, I rubbed my fingers down her center. Her panties were soaked, leaving little to my overheated imagination. I was dying to shove the thin strip of fabric aside and touch her, sink my fingers deep inside her, but I took it slow. With each pass, I added more pressure, which she seemed to enjoy, but I wanted her wild with need.

I took two fingers and settled them over the spot that seemed to drive her nuts before and rubbed in slow circles.

“Oh, Roman. Right there. That’s so good.” I kept up the rubbing, moving in slightly faster circles until she was moaning and begging for more.

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know. More?”

I watched her face closely, taking note of each reaction. If we only did this all night long, I’d be perfectly happy.

“God, you’re so good,” she whispered. “She gentle.” The awe in her face made me pause. Had she expected me to rut all over her like a wild animal? I mean, the instinct was there. I couldn’t help it. But I was in control of myself. My desire to please her, make this satisfying for her, overrode my baser instincts.

She reached for me and I grabbed her hands, pinning them over her head.

“Oh!” She arched her back, brushing her bare breasts against my chest. “I like that.” She pushed herself against my hand, seeking more.

I stretched out next to her, keeping her arms over her head and my hand on her pussy.

A soft, frustrated whimper worked out of her. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her lips. We were lost in another soul-entwining kiss when I slipped my fingers under her panties. I brushed my knuckles against soft, damp curls and rubbed against her seam. She was so hot, so wet, so much more than I ever imagined.

She shook herself out of our kiss. “Please. I want you.” She dropped her gaze to my cock. “All of you.”

Why she was so eager to rush, I’m not sure. I slipped a finger inside her impossibly tight pussy, slowly working in and out. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. 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 for the right girl.

Still, I took my time sliding off her panties and kissing my way down her belly. 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 the condoms, tearing into it like a man possessed.

Other than my mindless need to be inside of her and to make her h

appy, 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 rough.

“Still good?” I asked.

“I think so.” She wiggled her hips again and I almost came.

“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, but not bad.”

“Different.” 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 clit 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 pussy 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.