Romeo’s breathing was labored, his cock was hard and warm against her thigh, and his hand shook as he brushed her hair away from her face. His need was palpable, and it was catching. Jules slid her bare feet up his thighs. She hooked them underneath the band of his underwear and then helped him kick them off.
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“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Romeo’s shoulders were tense as he hovered over her.
He was trembling with need, his voice heavy with the desperation of it, but still he said,
“We’ll go slow at first, okay?”
Jules understood his concern. As he’d pointed out earlier, Romeo was a very big boy. She reached down to stroke him, feeling his heat through the condom. She tested the width of his cock as she wrapped her fingers around him at the base. They barely touched, and Jules had long fingers. Her breath caught with a strange mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
“Slow’s good,” Jules agreed as she shifted beneath him, moving her hips and guiding him to her.
She rubbed him against her wet, sensitive folds and closed her eyes as she arched her hips up instinctively. Huge or not, she needed him. Romeo let out a low growl of surrender and pushed forward, his cock sliding through Jules’s hand, breaching her as she guided him in. He was so thick he stretched her almost painfully. He seemed to touch every nerve ending inside her as he pushed in deeper. She was still so sensitive after the first two bone-melting orgasms that the pleasure was almost too intense. She released him and flattened her palms against the bed as she bowed into the thrust.
“God almighty, Romeo,” she gasped, the bliss pouring over her in warm, liquid waves as he slowly and surely claimed her. “It’s too much. I feel like I’m dying.” Romeo paused, his voice gravelly with repressed desired. “Should I stop?”
“No!” Jules said quickly and wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into thick muscles to hold him to her. Who the hell cared if she was sore tomorrow? It felt too damn good at the moment to play it safe. “Feels good, too good.” Her breathing was labored, her words were cracked and broken, but she managed to choke out, “Harder.” Romeo groaned and grabbed her ass with his bandaged hand, the brush of gauze against her bare skin feeling foreign as he used the leverage to take her completely.
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the storm, one moment in time to savor the connection before Romeo pulled out and took her a second time.
Colors burst behind Jules’s closed eyes, and she spread her legs wider, wanting to feel all of him. She clung to Romeo when he started moving in her. The strokes were torturously slow and steady. It was obvious he wasn’t used to letting go. Perhaps he’d never had a partner who could keep up with all that hard-driving passion.
Jules tangled one hand in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers as she writhed beneath him, hungry for more. She felt the crack in his control, tasted it in the fervor of his kiss as he started moving faster.
The yearning built and quickly soared out of control, going from slow to a raging inferno of passion that welled up before either of them realized it. Romeo began fucking in the same wild, untamed way he did everything as Jules swallowed his moans of pleasure. His hips slammed against hers over and over. His grip on her ass was bruising. His other hand grabbed the headboard, using it as leverage to fuck her harder, and she met him stroke for stroke. Jules pulled at his hair; her nails cut half moons into his back. She was right there with him, wild and free and drowning in the ecstasy that was all encompassing enough to leave her blinded to everything but Romeo.
Jules gave in to the climax when it crashed into her. She screamed, feeling like it was being ripped from a deeper part of her soul. Her reaction to the unexpected orgasm pulled Romeo down with her. His body tensed, his growl of pleasure anguished, making it obvious he hadn’t anticipated it any more than she had.
“Shit,” he groaned, his hips still pushing against hers, his body still shaking from the intensity of their shared pleasure. “We gotta do it again.” Jules laughed even as she tried to breathe past the shuddering aftershocks. “There ain’t no way you’re doing it again after that. You and me both know you’re ’bout to roll over and pass out.”
“What the hell sorta guys have you been with?” Romeo asked as he let go of the headboard and leaned down to lick a trail of sweat rolling down the curve of her neck.
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His voice was warm and endearing as he whispered against her sensitive skin, “Baby, I plan to fuck you for as long as you can take me.”