Sweet Home (Sweet Home 1)

Romeo broke away from my swollen lips on a gasp and as though a strained cord had snapped within him, lifted me in his arms and dropped me to the centre of the bed.

Straddling my thighs, Romeo pinched at the peaks of my br**sts with his fingers and I almost erupted at the sensation, my back arching off the sheets. Romeo’s wide, muscled body loomed above me and he rid himself of his shirt, ripping open the snap buttons, leaving him only in his faded jeans that balanced low on his waist.

“You’re beautiful, baby. All laid out for me. All mine.”

I squirmed as he leaned above me, taking my mouth in a devastating salutation. His tongue plundered, only withdrawing to lick down my throat and to suck his soft lips around the centre of my br**sts, my hips instinctively grinding into the mattress, searching for release.

His hand darted into my panties and his fingers worked furiously at my core. I clutched his hair, pulling on the golden strands to anchor my lust. Growling at my rough treatment, he lifted abruptly, snatching my legs, dragging me to slam against his hardness.

Romeo rid me of my panties within seconds, and I trembled in yearning. I’d never been so unconcealed, so open, and he saw it on my face.

Leaning down, he stroked my hair from my forehead. “I’m goin’ to take you now. I’m goin’ to show you what you mean to me, how much I want you, and show you that you’re mine. You get me, baby?”

“I get you, Romeo.”

Goose bumps ran along his skin at my words and I lifted, brandishing his chest and the valleys of his abdominal muscles with scorching kisses. He expelled a guttural groan and pushed me back, fire blazing in his eyes.

Romeo shifted to the end of the bed, snapping open his jeans, and I watched as the heavy denim hit the floor. He hooked his hands in his black boxers and I bit my lip as they accompanied his jeans. I took in the view of his delectable body in all its naked perfection, my thighs constricting at the sight.

Climbing on the bed on his hands and knees, Romeo lay flush against my body, his large erection resting teasingly against my thigh. With one hand hooked around my head, he used his free hand to lift my knee into a bend, his fingers drifting to my heat to ensure I was ready. I’d never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

Romeo’s body moved off me and he reached for his jeans.

“Romeo, what—”

“Condom,” he said, looking back at me.

I touched his arm with my hand, halting his movement. “I’m on the pill.”

“Baby…” he groaned.

“Please… I just want you, nothing in the way.”

In a flash, he was over me, his expression savage and feral. He grasped my hips feverishly and I lost my breath as I felt him brace at my entrance. In a moment of tenderness, he bent and kissed me with a delicate caress. Pressing his forehead against mine, he clenched his jaw and pushed forward in one swift thrust.

I shifted underneath him at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Romeo’s large body pinned me down, ensuring I didn’t slip away. His strong arms hooked under mine, resting against the mattress, rocking himself farther and farther within me. I raked my nails across his back and bit my teeth into his exposed skin to stop from screaming in pleasure.

“Romeo… God… I can’t take it… It’s too much…”

Lifting his head, he brushed a kiss on the tip of nose. “Yes, you can, baby. You’ll love it. This is us; this is how we should always be.”

He withdrew completely and stilled. “Now I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

My eyes widened in anticipation and Romeo slammed into me—hard, direct, and rough. “Fuck, you feel amazin’.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and my nails dug farther into the flesh of his back. “Romeo!”

His hips pumped forward and his arms moved from underneath mine as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my hands holding his neck. He reached up and gripped our hands together, using the position to increase his speed and force, hammering into me, stealing my heart. Moans involuntarily slipped from my lips as an unbearable pressure built at the bottom of my spine.

Romeo’s chest lifted off mine, his legs widening to gain more traction, pushing me to open farther. “Grip my arms.”

Releasing our hands, Romeo took hold of my wooden headboard and I complied, my fingers wrapping around his wide biceps as he used his strength to slam harder into me over and over.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like it this hard?” he growled.

My toes curled. “Yes. Yes…” Flames of desire licked across my skin and my thighs constricted.

“Let go, Mol. Let go now,” Romeo ordered as his knuckles turned white with the strength of his fists on my headboard, which cracked the paintwork on my wall.

I closed my eyes as my body hummed with ecstasy and on a scream, I let go.

Rome’s loud grunts increased as I tensed around him and my eyes fluttered open to see his mouth gape open, his eyes pulling tight and he released an exaggerated rumbled groan. Romeo’s heat spread within me and his torso crashed, almost bruising, against my chest.

Our breaths were fast in the aftermath, and I held tightly to his shoulders. When he finally lifted, the quiet serenity on his face knocked me breathless, and I ran my hand over his damp forehead and smiled.

“Hey, Mol.”

“Hey, you.”

He rewarded me with a smile, a full smile—he floored me at how stunning he looked. I wondered how it was possible that someone so attractive even existed… and he wanted me.

Dipping his head to my throat, he began to nip at the dewy skin. “You’re everythin’ I thought I could never have. Makin’ love to you, it was… you know… beyond…” He buried his head, unable to complete the sentence.

I arched my neck, giving him full access, and I stroked his hair soothingly. “Romeo… it was… beautiful.”

His moist lips dragged across my throat, latching onto my mouth, softly nibbling at my lips and sucking on the tip of my tongue as he gently he pulled out of me. I winced and sucked in a breath.

Romeo snapped his head up to study my face. “Are you sore?”

I tentatively drew my legs together and flinched. “Yes. I told you, I’m not very experienced with all this. I was practically a virgin. You’ve definitely left your mark!”

Smiling, he laid his head on my stomach, surprising me with his affection, and his fingers ran slowly along the juncture of my thighs. “I’m sorry it hurts you, baby, but I’m not gonna lie. I like that you feel thoroughly f**ked.”