Now will have to be enough time. No past, no future. This moment, these hours are probably all that we’ll have. I pull myself into the present. Block out the rest. Throw a tarp over my family’s evil reputation and bloody deeds. Forget yesterday and tomorrow. Enjoy this time with my Romeo.
My voice skips as I ask him, “The whipped cream…?”
“It’s optional.” He shrugs with a trace of a grin. “But I really would like to eat it. Off you.” He has a look in his eye like he wants to eat me, too. And I wouldn’t mind a bit.
He pulls up my shirt, tosses it aside. I slide my hands over the front of his body. Scrape my nails down to where his pants stretch out in front. Holding him, tracing the impossible length and shape of him, my fingers tremble. All my nerves buzz with excitement.
His eyes hold me and I feel him exploring me inside and out.
I keep the memory of those eyes by the pool as far to the back of my mind as I can. I know nothing would splash cold water over the moment as fast as me talking about another man, but until now, that was the biggest moment in my life.
Stroking his cock, I know this is the biggest moment. I’m ready to stop thinking and let go. Tip back my head, stretch my back. Give myself over to whatever plans and desires he has. I have enough ideas of my own, and I know that his plans and mine are going to fit together like a hand in a tight velvet glove.
To bring myself here completely, I look in his eyes and then concentrate on his cock. My eyes go wide, my jaw drops.
I gasp. “Oh, my God.” My breath shudders as I wrap my hand around him through his clothes. “You’re fucking huge!”
Chapter Five
Peter
I’m pumped, ready to burst. Fired up to full pressure, like a steam train with all the brakes on hard. All the strength and discipline I have feels like it won’t be enough to hold me back. My body is ready to race, pent up and eager to surge.
If I let myself go, I’ll wreck her. Destroy her. I’ve watched her for so long now, and I’ve thought about her all the time I wasn’t watching her. My pulse thumps. Her hands are greedy, grasping and squeezing my cock.
As we kiss, she rubs me. Hard. I feel trembles in her arms and her shoulders.
I kiss and stroke her neck, and I pull back to watch her eyes as I unbutton her shirt. She wants this. I can tell by the hungry spark in her face, the sharp need in her breath as things heat up.
Her mouth drops open. Her eyes plead. She wants this as much as I do.
As I take hold of her breast, she moans. As I unfasten the front hook of her bra, I’m pulsing with need. Her tits spill out for me. Soft, full, virgin breasts made to knead and suck. Nipples ready to harden between my lips. Thickening for my teeth to graze.
In her clothes, even simple jeans and a tee-shirt, she looked to be in beautiful shape. She stirred me, even from a distance. But out of her shirt, she’s perfect. Her breasts are heavy enough to have a thrilling bounce, round and firm enough to be heaven to hold.
She’s frantic to undo the buttons on my shirt. Nibbling on my ear, she makes little moans as her hands explore my skin. After she tugs my shirt out of my pants, she gasps and her hands flatten on my abs.
“That ‘v,’ it’s…” Her eyes roll and her fingers slip down beneath my waistband. “Oh. My. God.” She slides her fingertips down my flesh, inside my shorts, tripping down the front of my pelvis.
Her eyes lock on mine as I open her jeans. Our mouths meet and I pull her lip, nipping it between my teeth.
I am determined. I will make this perfect for her. No matter how much pent-up need I’m feeling, I’ll hold it all back. My most vivid fantasies were never as electric as this.
Her hands fly all over my body, and she moans as I squeeze and kiss her breasts.
“Romeo!” she sighs as she squirms. “My Romeo.”
I’m going to learn her body, her wants, her pressure and pleasure points. Find what she needs and fill her with it. I’ll be the fastest study ever. I have an overpowering urge to make her mine completely.
I want to take her so she can only ever be mine. Wrap her up and protect her. Keep her safe. Give her babies. A whole damn life. Everything.
Her jeans are open and I want to unwrap her, but when my hand grazes over her lacy panties, I can’t pull it away. Not before I see how her eyes close when I press. See her tongue slip out and flick across her lips as I make slow circles.
First, I take in the feel of her soft mound. Her little moans and sighs guide me. Outside her panties, I trace the wet outlines of her swollen lips. I find where her hood hangs. She shakes as I slip a finger softly up and down her slit and feel the heat of her wet lips. I stop just below her clit.
Her tremors show me what she needs. I want to reach inside. Slip my fingers through her hot, wet, swollen skin. But I’m going to wait and make this last for her. I rub slowly, gently at first, sensing her currents. Finding her rhythms. Sure. Confident.
I love the sounds of her breath and her tiny vocal noises. But the scent of her is making me mad. Stoking my fire hotter, making me so painfully hard.
I lift her. Carry her to the big bed. Lay her down, spread her on the silk covers.
After I slip off her shoes, I pull down her jeans and slide her panties off, and I allow myself just a moment to adore and admire her.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
Her voice is thick. Drowsy. “So are you, Romeo.”
I pull up her knees and descend to taste the honey and lick the heat of her lips. My tongue slides around her folds, up into her channel. I trill the tip of my tongue over her clit and she jerks. I lap inside her and she moans as her back arches. When I flatten my tongue and slide it over her and into her, she clutches and claws at the sheets and at the sides of my head.
I keep her thighs up. Then I suck gently on her, nibbling around with my lips, and she whimpers, loud. I know I’m getting her there.
I suck rhythmically, flicking her with my tongue. She writhes and flashes her eyes at me.
She moans, “Fuck! Fuck!” Her voice dips. Her fists bunch and her feet shake. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Her pelvis rocks and her juices flow. The taste of her honey makes me want her even more. With her in my mouth, I feel like a king of Vegas. A conqueror. Her stomach rolls and shakes. She grinds her pussy harder into my mouth.
Now I’ve got her. I know just how to press and move my lips, just where to squeeze with my tongue, exactly when to suck and how hard. I’ve got her. Her neck and chest are red. She breathes in short, hard gasps. Her arms and legs shake and clench. When her ass tightens and she moans, I pull her legs apart and drive my tongue deep inside her.
I get my reward as she clamps her shuddering thighs tight around my head, and she shouts as she gushes into my mouth.
After the shaking subsides, she sighs but she doesn’t let go of me for an instant.
I ask her, “Do you want champagne before the main course?”
“No! Fuck!” Her eyes roll. “Give it to me.” She spreads her thighs, giving me a fantastic view of her already wrecked and drenched pussy. “Come to me,” her hands beckon. “Please. Now, my Romeo. Fuck me now.”
Her eyes stretch wide as she stares at my cock. She spreads her legs further, opening them like the wings of a butterfly. I stretch myself across her, reaching up to take my weight on my hands.