Star-Crossed(119)

He needed to shave, but she didn’t seem to mind the stubble as he ran his tongue over the skin near the seam of her jeans, wanting more of her than what he was getting.

Jules slipped her hands between her body and the bed, tugging on the button to her jeans and pulling the zipper down. Romeo jerked on them, revealing the curve of her ass and a pair of pale blue cotton panties.

When Jules helped him get the jeans all the way off, he crawled back over her, licking at the back of her thigh on his way up, then nipping at one tight ass cheek before he tugged her panties off, leaving nothing but her beautiful body. He grasped her hips to keep her in place, and Jules started shifting beneath him within a few minutes. Little moans burst out of her every time he kissed somewhere sensitive, but he refused to release his hold.

“In me.” Jules moaned. “Please.”

“God, no, not yet,” Romeo complained. “We have all day, and I wanna enjoy it.

Just lemme worship you a little while.”

“There’s more of me to enjoy. I’ll show you if you let go.” 308



Romeo let go, and Jules rolled onto her back beneath him, firm tits on display, nipples already tight and begging for attention. Romeo captured one, sucking hard, making Jules gasp and bow back on the bed. He palmed the other one, feeling his cock jerk against the confines of his jeans.

“I love your body. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Romeo moved up to her neck, sucking at her pulse point before he whispered in her ear, “I wanna lick your pussy.”

“Later.” Jules tugged at his hair, forcing his mouth to hers. She deepened the kiss, boldly tasting him as her other hand slid between their straining bodies. She pulled at the button to his jeans. “Gimme your cock first. I need you in me.” Romeo was fighting for sanity. The storm of emotions made thinking hard. He knew they were both hiding from all the pain in each other, and he was inclined to be totally irresponsible and give in to Jules’s demands. After losing so much, he needed the connection as badly as she did, and the condoms were all the way down in the fucking car.

“Madonn’,” he groaned, fighting the haze of passion, knowing Jules was already too turned on to care. “Just lemme lick you. Lemme hear you get off; then I’ll go down to the car.”

“Fuck the condoms. I wanna feel you, skin on skin, just this time. I need it. You and me, nothing between us.”

It was crazy, wild, and reckless, but Romeo suddenly didn’t give a shit. He wanted that too, more than anything. He needed to make love to Jules without anything between them—just one more time—and this time he planned on savoring it.

Together they shoved his jeans down, fighting to get them off. Once his cock was free, Jules left the jeans to Romeo and grasped the length of him. Stroking once, twice, before she brought her palm up and licked it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaving the jeans around his feet because his ribs weren’t being agreeable and it was too hard and painful to fuck with them. Instead he eyed her wetting her palm. “It turns me on when you do that.”

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Jules smiled and held up her hand, letting him lick it too, which felt dirty and made the passion burn brighter because of it. Then she grabbed his dick, her warm palm slick with their combined spit. She stroked him again, and this time it made his stomach clench from the flare of pleasure it caused. He fisted his hands in the sheets, hovering over her, tense from the lust pounding through him.

Chest heaving, Romeo growled, “Put me in.”

Jules spread her legs and moved down. Her eyes were wide and glazed with love and desire, holding him captive when she refused to look away. She guided him to her, rubbing the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy, and it was insane how fucking good it felt, just skin against skin when there’d been so much between them.

Every minute since Las Vegas had been a struggle to get closer to Jules, and here they were with nothing and no one holding them apart.

He grabbed her hand, suddenly impatient. He let his fingers intertwine with hers as he pushed forward, sliding into her slowly, savoring every uninhibited inch. He watched her face, seeing the haze of pleasure cloud her vision before her eyes fell closed as she moaned. Her back arched. Her hips rose to meet him until he was buried deep, her warmth surrounding him, healing him, freeing him in a way he’d never thought possible.

Then he was giving in to the heaviness of ecstasy. Closing his eyes, he tightened his hand around hers before he started moving. Pulling out and then pushing in, the friction drove him to move faster, fuck harder. He wanted to savor it and he did, but it still became something primal and desperate, leaving them sweaty and gasping for breath.