Rome kissed the top of her mound again. “You taste sweet, Elise. I love your honey on my tongue.”
“Mmm.” She tossed her head on the blankets, her dark hair flying about. “Rome, please.”
“In fact, I think I might need to stick my tongue into that little honeypot of yours and taste from the source.”
He put his tongue over her core and circled her entrance. He felt her quiver against his tongue, heard the choked moan she gave. She was especially wet here, her core slick with her juices. Pointing his tongue, he stroked it into her depths, mimicking his fingers.
“Oh god!” Her fingernails dug into his skin, and her h*ps pumped, forcing his tongue even deeper. “Oh my god. That’s so good.”
The taste of her filled his senses, and he groaned with pleasure at being saturated in her juices. He thrust with his tongue again, then licked and teased at her opening, deliberately tormenting her.
She cried out, the sound wordless and full of need. “Please,” she panted. “Please. Please.”
His own c**k ached so badly that every “please” she uttered made his pulse throb. He couldn’t hold out for much longer. With another flick of his tongue, he sat up, and then carefully pushed three fingers into her, watching her reaction.
Elise moaned, her eyes closed with bliss.
His girl was as ready as she’d ever be. Rome grabbed a condom off of the bedside table and ripped it open, then rolled it down the length of his aching cock. “Just a moment, baby, and I’ll make it good for you.”
“Please,” she begged again, her h*ps undulating on the bed. “Rome, I need you so bad. I ache inside.”
He groaned. Her begging was doing crazy things to him. “I know, baby. I’m coming.” He leaned forward and adjusted his weight over her body, then kissed her mouth, lightly sucking on her tongue.
She latched onto his mouth, kissing him with a ferocity that stunned him even as her legs went around his hips, pinning him against her. “Rome,” she panted, her voice sweet with need, her hands cupping his face and keeping his lips to hers. “Rome, please. Now.”
“Yes,” he murmured against her mouth, his tongue flicking against hers. “I’ve got you.”
He dragged his c**k up and down the slick folds of her pu**y, wetting it with her juices. Her moan of pleasure nearly made him forget all control and bury himself deep, but he held back. She was a virgin; the last thing he needed to do was rip into her. He could stand to be patient for a few moments longer.
With a deep, steadying breath, he fitted the head of his c**k at her entrance. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He began to push inside her. Inch by slow inch, he penetrated. She was tighter than a fist, her pu**y clenching him so tight that it felt like a vise.
“No,” she panted suddenly. “No, no, ow, that hurts.”
“It’s going to hurt the first time,” he warned her, teeth gritted. Hell, he’d barely pushed into her and she was already protesting? This was torture for both of them. “It’ll get better soon.”
She made a wordless noise that he couldn’t tell was a protest or assent.
Rome waited a moment, then pushed in a bit more. She sucked in a breath and winced.
He could feel her tensing around him, and that would only make things more difficult. Even now, she felt tighter and more constricted than before, and the pained look on her face wasn’t helping. “That bad?” he asked.
“Maybe it’s like one of those Band-Aid things,” she told him, her breathing shallow. “You know, just rip it off and get it over with—”
She was right. They’d never get anywhere like this. He didn’t need any more encouragement. Rome thrust forward, plunging to the hilt.
Elise gave a little shriek, and he pressed his mouth over hers in a kiss, silencing her. His lips worked hers, and despite the whimpers coming from her throat, she kissed him back, her legs trembling around his waist.
And oh god, his girl was tight around him. He was seated deep inside her, buried within her depths, and it was the best sensation in the world. Even now, he could feel his balls drawing up tight, ready to unload.
But he kissed her slowly, over and over again, licking at her soft, delicious mouth. She was tight under him for a moment, her lips rigid, but she eventually relaxed and began to respond to his kisses. He could feel her relaxing all the way through her body, too, the tension deep in her muscles not as taut as before.
Rome continued to press light kisses to her lips. “Better?”
“That,” she breathed against his mouth, “did not feel like a Band-Aid.”
He chuckled at that. She tweaked his ear for laughing, but then she smiled and kissed him again.
“Does this mean I can move now?” he asked, kissing along her jawline.
She gave a small sigh. “As long as you keep kissing me, you can do whatever you want.”
“Mmm.” He kissed her again, and his hand moved to her breast, teasing the nipple. She moaned in response, and he shifted his h*ps a little, testing. When she didn’t flinch, he rocked slightly, drawing back and pushing into her again. “How’s that?”
“Not bad,” she said thoughtfully, and appeared to be considering it so studiously that it made him chuckle all over again.
“How about this, then?” He slid his hand between them and found her clit, rolling it between his fingers.
She moaned, her h*ps rising up on the bed, and he pushed into her again. When she only squirmed beneath him, he pulled back and thrust again.
“Oh god,” she breathed.
He froze, worried he’d hurt her again. “What?”
“So full.” Her eyes were wide, but blissed-out.
This time, he was the one who groaned. With another deep, sucking kiss, he pulled back and pumped into his girl.
She moaned, her h*ps raising up to meet his thrust.
“You like that?” he asked between thrusts. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“Not hurting,” she murmured, voice tight. Her hands went to his neck, and then his shoulders, digging in, as if trying to find the right place to hold on to him. “Keep going.”
“Yeah?” he breathed against her mouth. God, she was sexy. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her pretty tits jiggled with every thrust into her tight pu**y. She was the most beautiful, sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and she was all his. “More?”