Chapter 18
eighteen
. . .
Demi
We’d stoppedby Romeo’s place to grab some clothes, and he agreed to sleep at my house tonight. I had a bathtub, and I’d convinced him that it would help his sore muscles.
He informed me that he hadn’t taken a bath since he was three years old.
“How is that possible?” I asked, filling the clawfoot tub and setting out two towels for us.
“I’m a boxer. And a dude. I’m not into bubble baths.” He tugged his hoodie over his head.
“Just wait. You’re going to be all about the bathtub after this.”
“You want to bet on that? I don’t see it happening. And I’m not getting in there unless you get in with me. But I’m not sure how two people can fit in that thing.”
“Wow. A shower and a bath all on the same day. Look at you, knocking things off my bucket list.”
“Well, it’ll be a first for me, too. I’ve never bathed with a woman.”
He reached for my sweater and pulled it over my head, and we both got undressed. “I like being your first something, too,” I admitted, as I turned off the water. “You get in first, and I’ll just squeeze in there with you.”
He howled when he put his toe in the water. This big, tough guy, who fought for a living, was whining about a little hot water. My head fell back in laughter when he winced as he adjusted to the temperature and settled into the tub. He leaned back, and his wide shoulders flexed as he draped his arms over the side of the tub.
“Get in here with me,” he said, and I climbed in and settled between his legs.
“Ohhhh. I didn’t realize you could get turned on in hot water.” I chuckled as his erection pressed against my lower back.
“If you’re naked, it doesn’t matter where I am; my dick responds to you.”
I rolled over onto my stomach so I could face him. “Is it weird that we’ve showered and bathed together, and we’ve never had sex?”
“Nothing about this is normal for me. I’m usually the guy who leads with sex. But I like that we’ve taken our time. I told you that this feels different to me, and it’s the truth.”
“It’s been a wild ride already, hasn’t it?”
“We made it over the hurdle of our past, and we’re still standing. So that says a lot.”
“What about all the boxing groupies that are hanging out at the gym? You sure you want to be tied down when you’re practically famous now?” I teased. I knew Romeo was a straight shooter. He wouldn’t have let things go this far or told me about my family if he wasn’t all in.
“Boxing groupies…” He smirked, and he was so sexy I rocked against him before I could stop myself. His erection swelled against my lower belly, and I slid forward, settling him between my thighs as he groaned. “The only boxing groupie I’m interested in is you.”
“Good. Because I’m all in.” I rubbed my nose against his. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you. All of you.”
He moved so fast I couldn’t even process what was happening. Water sloshed over the side of the tub as he pushed to his feet and managed to take me with him. Laughter filled the space around us, and he had us both out of the tub within seconds. He wrapped me in a towel, tied one around his waist, and scooped me up.
“I want all of you, too.” He tossed me onto my bed, and I gasped.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“There’s no going back once we cross this line.” His voice was all tease. “And I have an insatiable appetite when it comes to you.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” My breaths were coming hard and fast now, as he hovered above me.
“I…” His hand moved to the side of my face, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him look before. “I love you, Demi.”
My heart raced so fast at his words, and I felt so much for this man that it almost overwhelmed me at times. “I love you, too. I have for a while.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never told a woman that I loved them outside of my family. Maybe that’s why all my past relationships were so bad.” He chuckled.
“Yeah. Fighting and love don’t always go together, although we started off pretty rocky, didn’t we?”
“That was just me being an asshole. But how about I make that up to you right now?”
“You already have, but I’m ready for more. For everything.”
“Me, too, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me as my hands trailed up his back. My body was already tingling with anticipation, and he’d barely touched me. He pulled back and gently opened the towel. His heated gaze scanned down my body slowly.
His lips found mine again, and he kissed me, gently this time. He kissed my cheeks and my forehead and the tip of my nose before his tongue traced along the line of my jaw and down my neck.
It was difficult to breathe. He took his time on my breasts, devouring them with his mouth and his tongue. I nearly arched off the bed, and he chuckled against my skin as he kissed his way down my abdomen and my thighs. My entire body trembled with desire.
“Romeo, please,” I whispered. I couldn’t take much more.
He pulled me down to the edge of the bed and pushed to his feet, dropping his towel and stroking himself a few times. “Do I affect you the way you affect me?”
“Holy shit,” I groaned, just as he pushed my legs apart and dipped his fingers down my slit.
“Yes. So fucking wet. I need to taste you first.”
Oral sex had never been my thing, but I nodded because I had a hunch that anything with this man was going to be my thing.
“Are you as sweet as I think you are?” He dropped to his knees, hiked my legs over his shoulders, and looked up at me.
My heart was beating loudly in my ears, and my fingers tangled in his hair. He leaned forward, and his tongue took the place of where his fingers had just been, as he licked across my most sensitive area.
I nearly came off the bed in a jolt. But Romeo was just getting started. His hands gripped my hips, and he teased me with his tongue before dipping a finger inside and slowly bringing it out as his lips sealed over my clit. He brought me to the edge before pulling back.
Again and again.
Over and over.
I was covered in a layer of sweat and was so turned on that I couldn’t see straight.
I tugged at his hair, begging him for more.
And that was when he slipped his tongue inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation was too much.
I bucked against him as the brightest lights exploded behind my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. I rocked against him as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.
And he stayed right there.
My arms were tingling.
My legs were tingling.
My head was spinning.
And I’d never felt a sensation like this.
Nothing even close.
When my breathing calmed, he lifted his head, his mouth glossy with my desire. His lips turned up the tiniest bit, and he just watched me as if I were the only woman to ever exist.
“If nothing good ever happens to me again, I’d still be the luckiest guy in the fucking world.” He crawled up beside me and pulled me into his arms.
His erection was pressing against my lower belly, and my hand slipped between us to stroke him.
“That was amazing,” I said, my head tipped back to look at him.
His eyes were half-mast as my hand moved up and down his shaft.
“I need to be inside you right now.” His hand gripped my chin, and he claimed my mouth. His tongue slid in and out, matching the rhythm of my hand.
He pulled back, and I released my grip on him as he moved to his feet. He reached for his wallet in his sweatpants and pulled out a condom, tearing the edge with his teeth. I sat forward, watching as he slid the latex down his long, thick length. His eyes never left mine.
“Tell me how you like it,” he asked, as he climbed over me. “I want it to feel as good for you as it’s going to feel for me.”
“How do you know it’s going to feel good for you?” My voice was huskier than usual.
“Because I could come from just watching you fall apart. Your fucking body turns me on so much it won’t matter what you do. Tell me what you like.”
“You. That’s what I like. As long as I’m with you, that’s all I need. All I want.” My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and my hand rested on his cheek.
This sexy grin spread across his face. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
“Counting on it.”
He chuckled as he settled between my thighs, teasing my entrance with the tip of his dick. “But you need to tell me if it hurts or if I need to stop.”
He was large, and I knew he was worried that he’d hurt me, but I wasn’t worried. I trusted him.
And I wanted him so badly I could taste it.
He moved forward, the veins on his neck pulsing. He was clearly using every ounce of restraint to go slowly.
His eyes were on me. They were so dark they almost looked black as he pressed inside me.
Inch by glorious inch.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, waiting for me to do what he said. “You can take it.”
I let out a breath and reached around to his ass to urge him on. “Do not stop.”
It came out as more of a command than a request, and his lips twitched.
One final thrust and he was all the way in. He didn’t move at all, allowing my body to adjust to his size. A layer of sweat covered my forehead.
It was both pleasure and pain.
And I only wanted more.
I arched into him before tugging his mouth down to mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, tangling with mine, as he pulled out of me and then slowly pushed back in.
Over and over.
Until we found our rhythm.
And I met him thrust for thrust.
That was when he startled me with one quick movement. He flipped me over on top of him as he shifted to lie on his back. I sat above him, one leg on each side, as I straddled him.
“I want you to ride me. Set the pace. Show me what you like.” His large hands covered my breasts, and he tweaked my nipples with the tips of his fingers. My head fell back as I arched into his touch. I slid up slowly and then back down, rocking my hips back and forth in the process. My hands braced the tops of his thighs as I arched further back, getting lost in the moment.
Faster.
Harder.
More.
His hands moved to my hips as he guided me up and down his dick. His thumb moved to my clit, knowing exactly what I needed.
My legs started to shake, and our breaths were the only audible sound in the room.
Panting and groaning, we moved together as one.
“You were fucking made for me,” he said, as he sat forward, and his mouth sealed over my breast.
I completely lost control.
My body shook as the most incredible orgasm coursed through every inch of me.
Romeo thrust once more before a guttural sound left his mouth, and he grunted my name as he followed me right over the edge.
And nothing had ever felt better as we continued to rock into one another.
I somehow knew in that moment that nothing would ever be the same.
I loved him in a way I never knew was possible.
He thought I was made for him, but he was made for me.
Because we fit in a way I never had with anyone else.
In a way that made me feel complete.
And loved.
And wanted.
I hoped we could stay right here forever.