Deep down I knew I had to stop this madness. If someone caught us, our lives would both be ruined. But I couldn’t. Whenever I was near Romero, the pain that had burdened me so heavily over the past few weeks seemed bearable. Everything seemed lighter and more hopeful.
I slowly opened the door. As usual, the lights were off, but the curtains were not drawn, so the moonlight illuminated the contours of the furniture and showed me the way to the bed. I closed the door quietly and tiptoed across the room. Romero was not asleep. I could feel his eyes following me as I slipped under the covers. He lay on his back, his arms raised behind his head. I could not make out his expression. He waited for me to rest my head on his chest so he could wrap his arm around me. He had never made the first move, but that night I didn’t just want to fall asleep next to him. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted, but definitely more. I was glad for the darkness when I got up on my knees and straddled his hips.
Romero stiffened beneath me and sat up, his palms resting on my shoulder blades. “What are you doing?” he murmured , in a tone of voice I had never heard before.
“I don’t know,” I whispered before lightly touching his lips. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I expected, certainly not the one I got. He turned us so that my back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over me. He was not holding me down, but his body was encasing me , his knees between my legs, his arms beside my head, his upper body above me. Romero everywhere. God, and I felt good. Maybe I should have felt anxiety and trepidation. We were alone in his bedroom, and if I had called for help I would have gotten into more trouble than when I let him do what he wanted. But I wasn’t afraid of Romero. Maybe I was stupid not to be. I knew what he was capable of. He was a murderer. And he was a grown man who had had many women before me deliver when they offered him their bodies . Everyone always told me that playing would get me in trouble someday. Maybe that night they would be right.
Despite this, my body reacted to Romero’s proximity.
My center stiffened in anticipation, of what I was not even quite sure of, and heat built up in my belly. For a long time the only sound in the darkness was our rapid breathing. “Lily,” he said softly, pleadingly. “I am proud of my self-control , but I am a man, and not even a good man. So far I have tried to be a gentleman. I know you are sad and lonely, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. But if you take the next step and offer more, then you can’t expect me not to accept your offer.”
“Maybe I do.” My heart was pounding in my chest as the words came out of my mouth.
Romero brushed my temple with his lips, the lightest touch making me tingle. “Do you even know what you’re offering, Lily?”
I hesitated.
Romero let out a long breath, kissed my forehead and began to pull back.
I grabbed his shoulders, even through his shirt his heat seemed to burn me. “Sometimes when I’m alone I try to imagine how I would feel if you touched me.”
“Fuck,” he whispered. And then he kissed me softly before pulling back again. Even my hands couldn’t stop him this time.
“Why are you pulling back?”
“Lights.”
“Lights?” I said nervously.
“I need to see your face.” The lights came on and I blinked at the sudden brightness. He lay down beside me but kept an arm around my waist. “When you imagine my touch, do you ever caress yourself?” he asked in a low voice.
I opened my eyes wide for a moment and warmth invaded my face. Romero took my cheek and traced the blush there.
“Tell me,” he said.
I lowered my gaze to his chin. “Yes,” I admitted in a barely audible whisper. What would he think of me now?
Romero pressed his nose into my hair. “Fuck.”
“You already said that.”
He did not laugh as I expected. He was very quiet. His hand on my waist tightened as he lifted his head and stared at me with a ravenous gaze. He lowered his mouth to mine and I parted my lips for him. His tongue slid in and everything around me seemed to fade into nothingness as I tasted him. It was not our first kiss, but it felt like something completely different, with me in bed with him, with nothing to stop us. His kiss was stronger. There was no hesitation or surprise this time. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, then his tongue. He sucked it lightly, and I wasn’t sure how it was possible for me to feel the movement all the way between my legs.
“Is this okay?” he murmured against my throat, and all I could do was nod. Aria and Gianna always called me chatty, but with Romero words failed me so often. His lips gently traced the skin on my collarbone, then his tongue slid out to taste me. His mouth moved further down to the edge of my tank top. His fingers traced the fabric and his lips followed the same path. I arched my back, wishing he would move even lower, to do more.
“You told me I should find out what you tasted like everywhere. “I’m very tempted to do that,” he murmured.
He looked up. His eyes had a predatory expression on his face. The ‘only expression that had ever come close to him was when he had gone down to the basement with the Russians. There was something dark and deranged in his brown eyes, but this time I was not afraid. “What do you want?” he asked abruptly.
If only I knew. “More,” I said softly.
Romero lowered his gaze to my chest. My nipples strained against the thin material of my tank top, hard and aching for attention. Romero lightly traced his thumb over a lump and I gasped.
“Like this?” he asked.
I nodded furiously. “Again.”
Romero chuckled and the sound made me crave his touch even more. He took both of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and lightly twisted them back and forth through the silk. I closed my eyes at the sensation between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, desperate to find some relief. Romero took my nipple between his lips, sucking it gently into his mouth. For some reason the fabric seemed to heighten the sensations even more. I was about to explode. His hand grazed my ‘hip bone before passing under the hem of my tank top and gently tracing my stomach. Goose bumps covered my skin at the light touch. He released my nipple, but the wet fabric of my camisole clung to it. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
Romero moved on to the other nipple and repeated the same procedure. I rubbed my thighs together. The tension between them was almost unbearable. Romero’s eyes followed the movement before launching to my face.
“Do you want me to touch you there?”
I nodded quickly. Romero smiled. He ran his hand down my side until he reached my thigh. He lightly stroked the outside, never taking his eyes off my face, making sure I was okay. His strokes moved closer to my inner thigh until I wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and slip it into my panties. As if he could sense my impatience, Romero tugged slightly at my shorts. I opened my legs without even thinking about it, a silent invitation. Was I being too forward? I didn’t care.
He slid his hand down the leg of my shorts and then his fingers traced the sensitive skin on the edge of my panties.
He watched my face closely as he slipped his index finger under the fabric and stroked my folds. I gasped and he moaned. 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 care. “Is this okay?” he croaked between kisses as his finger continued to gently trace my folds. Sparks seemed to hover through my core. It seemed much more intense than when I was touching myself.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His finger moved between my folds, spreading my moisture to my lump. He began to rub back and forth, the lightest touch that was incredible. My hips jerked from the ‘intense sensation. I moaned into his mouth, my legs opened wider to give him better access. He kissed my neck, then sucked my nipple into his mouth again, wetting my tank top even more. His fingers between my legs pushed me higher and higher.
“You feel so good, Lily. So soft and wet and warm,” he murmured .
I groaned 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 him as much as possible, wanting to have him as close as possible in every way. I had always longed for him, and my sisters had often told me that feeling would cease with time, but my desire 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 shirt and slowly pulled it down, freeing my breasts. I had to fight the urge to cover myself. For some reason it was harder to uncover myself before his eyes than to let him touch me in my most intimate place. Embarrassment flew out the window when Romero lowered his head and captured my nipple between his lips. At the same moment his finger on my clit began to move faster. I shuddered and buried my face in the crook of Romero’s neck. His tongue lightly licked my nipple and I felt even better without the fabric as a barrier.
My embarrassed moans and breathless sighs could not be stifled against his skin. I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back the sounds, but everything Romero did felt so good.
Romero released my nipple. “I wish I could hear your moans. I love that sound.”
I lifted my head. “Really?”
Romero smiled a smile I had never seen before. It was darker, more dangerous, and indescribably sexy. “Really.
Can’t you feel how much I like this?”
He pressed a little harder against me and something hard and hot lodged in my leg. I couldn’t believe I had done this to him . Romero kissed my mouth, then the spot under my chin, my throat until it was back down to my nipple. He ran his tongue around it, then went to the other breast. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Fuck, I don’t care if it’s wrong, if it goes against my promise, I can’t resist you.”
Hearing him say this felt like an absolute triumph, and when he sucked the nipple into my mouth I collapsed. I stifled my cries into the pillow, knowing that we had to be careful.
Romero kissed my throat and I smiled at him. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow. Watching you was fucking amazing.”
I raised myself up on my elbows, my eyes moving to the bulge in his boxers. I wanted to see him naked again since I had seen him shower. I rested my palm on his erection. Even through his boxers he felt incredibly hot.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Romero said as a warning, but he hardened even more under my touch.
“I want to do it,” I said.
Romero did not protest. He lifted his hips and lowered his boxers. His erection came free.
I wrapped my fingers around the base, surprised at how wide it was. Romero inhaled deeply and let himself fall back onto the bed, his hands flat on the mattress. I stroked him lightly up and down, ran my fingers over his tip and back down to his testicles. I couldn’t stop exploring him, curious and excited at the same time.
Romero grabbed my cheek and I turned to look at him but did not stop my explorations. “Damn, Lily, you’re driving me crazy.”
“How do you want me to touch you?” I asked softly. I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I had once heard Gianna say something about blowjobs to Aria , and that those would bring any man to his knees, but I wasn’t sure I could do it satisfactorily. Maybe I should have asked Gianna for instructions….
“You’re doing fine.”
I didn’t want to be doing well. I wanted to be great.
Putting my worries aside, I leaned over him and took him in my mouth.
Romero shook beneath me in surprise and grabbed the back of my neck. “You don’t have to do that.”
I didn’t say it with conviction. I licked him from the base to the top. It didn’t taste like anything except the tip where a few drops had collected. I licked them off without thinking.
Romero cursed, running a hand through my hair.
“Am I doing it right?” I asked after a couple of minutes.
“Fuck yes. You don’t even know how hard it is not to push it in 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,” she said quietly. And so I did.
I licked the tip and took it into my mouth, ran my tongue along its length over and over again. Romero didn’t make many sounds but his hand in my hair tightened and he inhaled his breath from time to time.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned me. I sucked harder, grabbing his thighs for better leverage, and then Romero came with a low moan. I held him in my mouth, waiting for him to soften, but he didn’t. He wasn’t as hard as before but he was definitely not softening.
“I meant it as a warning. “You didn’t have to swallow, Lily,” Romero said. He pulled me to him and kissed me. “Are you okay? Or was it terrible for you?”
“T errible? No, why? I wanted to make you feel good. I don’t mind when you come in my mouth.”
Romero let out a breathless laugh. “Don’t say those things to me. I won’t be able to concentrate anymore.”
I smiled, then my gaze settled on Romero’s erection again. “Why doesn’t it soften?”
I saw Romero’s confusion, then awareness took over and his mouth twisted into a smile that bordered on pride.
“Just because I came doesn’t mean I’m not still aroused . It takes more than one orgasm to get me soft.”
“Really?” I asked mischievously.
Romero shook his head. “Not tonight. It’s late.
You can’t stay that long.”
Disappointment chased away my excitement. “I know.”
Romero stroked my cheek. “We have to be careful.
Believe me, I would love to spend the whole night with you.”
I nodded and lowered my head back onto his chest. I wanted to sleep for a couple of hours before I had to sneak back to my room. Enjoy the moment, I told myself before falling asleep.