I loved her touch, but it was my turn. I grabbed her and flipped her on her back. She gasped in surprise. I hooked my hands in her waistband and slid her panties down her legs, then I paused. This was still new for Lily. I couldn’t treat her like the women I’d been with before. “Is this okay?”
She lifted her legs to help me pull her panties over her feet. She nodded quickly. There was only need in her eyes. I smiled as I stroked her soft calf before I shifted it to the side so I could position myself between her legs and a hint of embarrassment showed on her beautiful face, but I didn’t give her time to think about it. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. I lowered myself to my stomach, pushed her legs farther apart and after a moment to appreciate the sight of her arousal, I took a long lick. Lily let out a gasp, her hand flying to the back of my head.
“Romero,” she said in wonder, and my fucking heart swelled at hearing my name from her lips.
I moved my tongue slowly up and down, and damn it, she tasted even better than I’d imagined. She was coming quickly undone, trembling and gasping so I pulled back and planted a few kisses on her inner thighs and trimmed curls. I didn’t want her to come too soon. She was supposed to enjoy this for a while but her inexperienced body was so very responsive. I dipped my tongue back in and my cock twitched when she let out a long moan, legs falling open to give me better access. She raised her hips, fingers fisting the covers, and I closed my mouth over her clit. She exploded, arching up, legs shaking. She bit her lower lip, face contorted beautifully with passion and the effort to hold her moans in, and I watched her as I slowed my ministrations.
She was beautiful, and I didn’t ever want to have to share her beauty.
Liliana
I’d heard girls talk about boys going down on them in school but I’d never been able to imagine how it would feel to have someone’s mouth on me like that. Would it be strange? Wet? Disgusting? Awkward?
It was none of those things. It was mind-blowingly wonderful. Or maybe that was only because Romero knew exactly what to do, how to nibble and suck and lick until my fingers dug into the mattress because I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. And it seemed to get better every time we did it. Weeks passed and every night Romero pleasured me with his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed going down on him.
Tonight, he was taking his time and I had no mind to rush him. It felt too good. Romero’s stubble scratched me lightly at times and that intensified the sensations even more. He lifted his head and I huffed in protest.
He chuckled, but didn’t lower his mouth. “Tell me when you’re coming, okay? I want to know.”
“Okay,” I said uncertainly, wondering why he wanted to know, then moaned when Romero closed his lips over my clit and continued where he’d left off.
I could feel myself getting closer. My thighs began to quiver. “I’m coming,” I gasped, too caught up in my pleasure to be embarrassed about it.
Romero’s finger brushed my opening and then he slid it in. I arched off the mattress. There was a flicker of pain but for some reason it made me come even harder.
Eventually I lay motionless on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
Romero blew out a harsh breath. “Goddammit. You’re so tight.”
I couldn’t say anything in response, too overwhelmed by the feeling of him in me. He moved his finger slowly, stroking the inside of my walls, tripling the sensations in my body. Romero’s head rested on my inner thigh as he watched his finger slide in and out of me. I would have been mortified if he hadn’t looked like it was the most amazing sight he’d ever seen. He curled his finger and my hips bucked off the mattress as I gasped in surprise and another orgasm rocked through me.
His eyes on me, he pulled his finger out and actually put it in his mouth. I could only stare, strangely turned on by the sight.
Romero crawled back up to me.
A question burned in my mind. What if the brief pain had meant Romero had broken my hymen? It was ridiculous that I even had to worry about something like that, but I knew the rules and I was still too terrified to break them.
Romero smoothed my brows. “Hey, did I hurt you?”
“No, I…I only wondered if…” I felt embarrassed to voice my worries.
Romero seemed to piece it together by himself, though, and regret crossed his face. “You’re scared that you aren’t a virgin anymore because I put my finger in you.” I couldn’t decipher the emotion in his voice. Was he angry? Annoyed?
He cupped the back of my head. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Lily. I wouldn’t just take your virginity without permission, and even then…” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even think about taking your virginity. But you don’t have to worry. My finger isn’t wide enough and I didn’t go deep enough to do any damage. You’re safe.”
“I wasn’t scared, I just…” Yes, what? I had been worried. There was no denying it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Romero. I did. But that was a huge step, one I couldn’t take back.
“It’s okay. You should be scared about that. Your life would be ruined if you lost your virginity before your wedding night,” he said in a strange tone. He wrapped his arms around me, so I couldn’t look at his face anymore. “I want you to be the one, you know?” I whispered into the dark.
“But I cannot do it,” Romero said, his fingers tightening on my arm.
“Why not?”
“Lily,” Romero said almost angrily. “You know why not. So far we’ve been lucky that we didn’t get caught. Your sisters and Luca are already suspicious as it is. Right now we could still deny everything and nobody would be able to prove the opposite, but if we slept with each other, then there would be evidence.”
“Evidence?” I huffed. “We aren’t planning to commit a crime.”
“In our world it is. We don’t play by the rules of the outside world and you know it.”
“We only want to be together because we love each other. Is that so bad?” I snapped my mouth shut when I realized what I’d said. I’d practically put the words “I love you” into Romero’s mouth when he’d never said them, nothing close to it. I hadn’t either but I knew I loved him. Did he love me as well?
He’d become motionless and for a moment even stopped breathing altogether. “Fuck,” Romero whispered harshly. He pressed a kiss against my temple. “This is spinning out of control.”
“I meant it, Romero,” I said in a small voice. “I love you.”
He was quiet, and I realized he couldn’t, he wouldn’t say it back. “You shouldn’t. We don’t have a future, Lily.”
My heart ached from his words. I didn’t want to believe them to be true. “You don’t know that.”
“You’re right,” Romero said eventually but it was to appease me. He kissed my temple again and then neither of us said anything.
* * *
Romero acted a bit more hesitant around me the next couple of days but it only deepened my resolve. Mother had died with longing in her eyes and regret on her lips. This wasn’t how I wanted to end. I didn’t want to have a pile of “what-ifs” and “how could it have been” in my head during the last hours of my existence. I wanted to look back and not wonder how wonderful life could have been. I wanted Romero. I wanted Romero to be my first, wanted to share everything with him. Right in this moment, I wanted nothing more, and I knew that even if I’d come to regret it, that regret could never be as torturous as the one I’d feel if I didn’t do it, the one where I’d always be left wondering how it would be to become one with the person I loved. Sometimes you had to risk something to live, and Romero was a risk I was willing to take. That was all I could think about as I relished the last few moments of my orgasm.