“Your expression concerns me.” Romeo raised an eyebrow.
I folded over the other side of the bed, swaying my ass as I went to the bathroom. Romeo’s choked sobs were about to echo through the tiled room. I reached out and turned on the shower, looking back at the door. Romeo skidded through a moment later, eyes flashing when he saw I was waiting for him. He rolled his shoulders back, attempting to look nonchalant. That wouldn’t do.
“What are you waiting for?” I dipped my chin at his clothes.
His fingers jerked open his fly, pants bunching down his legs in seconds. I waggled my fingers in the water, hopping in the warm spray. My stomach flipped as he squeezed in with me. His fingers dragged over my lower back. There wasn’t enough room for us to shower comfortably, but that wasn’t why we were here. I wanted to break my husband in an entirely different way.
My heart was raw from yesterday, but I focused on the water beating down on my shoulders. Inside of my legs pulsed with an addictive warmth. The echo of Romeo’s tongue throbbed on my skin as if he’d marked me somehow. The pink tip of it slid across his bottom lip and my breath hitched. He ducked his head under the water, dousing his black locks.
“Don’t get shy with me now,” he teased.
I felt a wave of anger rising inside me until I locked eyes with him and saw the way his gaze softened. Romeo must have sensed my thoughts drifting back to painful memories and secrets buried in the ground. Yesterday had been an emotionally draining day, and the grief had left me shaking. But Romeo wasthere, shielding me from it all, distracting me. I ran my fingers over every defined muscle, feeling them tense under my touch. His ragged breaths only added to my thrill, knowing that I was the one causing such a reaction in him.
“Did you cum in your pants before, like a teenager?” My touch drifted lower, dancing on the skin above his cock. His abs contracted at the soft touch. I shot him a coy smile as he spluttered.
“Not quite, but you’ll need to tell me if you don’t want me to fuck my cum deep inside you. There’s only so much of this touch I can take.” He locked his arms behind him so that he wouldn’t touch me.
I continued my languid explorations, circling my fingertips near the base of his cock. It strained toward me, pulsing veins andugly.I’d never seen anything so unappealing. But I wasn’t a coward, as Romeo would soon discover.
“I don’t want you to fuck me.” I grazed the tips of my nails up its rigid, blazing length. He stumbled back into the shower wall and let his head fall back onto the slick tiles.
“Anita, you’ll be the death of me,” his hoarse tone was perfect. I wanted more of it. So, I sank to my knees, the spray of the shower cascading down my body.
“I want your cum here,” I poked out my tongue. “Or here?” I fondled my breasts while tilting my head. “I’m only going off what I’ve heard men enjoy.”
Romeo’s eyes flashed, and his cock actually bobbed, lurching toward my pouted lips. The flushed purple head looked even worse up close, the slit of it dripping a translucent bead before a swath of water washed it away.
“Jeeeysus Christ.” His breath whistled out as if my offer was a punch to his stomach. “I’m dying.”
I smirked and circled the base of his cock with my light touch. His hips thrust forward, a low groan vibrating in the smallshower. I did not know what I was doing but leaned forward to run my tongue from base to tip. Some of his flavor leaked from his tip onto my tongue. It tasted salty, with a slight musk. But the noise that reverberated in the shower was more delicious. Like I’d lanced Romeo with pleasure so fine and sharp he might shatter.
“Tell me what to do,” I whispered, squeezing him tight.
His hand landed on mine, moving it up and down with jerky movements. My knees hurt from the cold tiles, but it was worth it for the twist of agony and ecstasy on his face. I’d been nervous about our wedding night, scared of him seeing me naked and of doing everything wrong. But there were no misgivings now. Romeo understood who I was, and I wasn’t scared to be on my knees before him. I tightened my grip, and he let out a throaty growl. He was vulnerable, desperate for my touch. It fueled me. His fingers guided me until I learned the rhythm he craved.
“Do you like my hand on you, husband?”
He gasped, palms flattening on the damp wall. His gaze bore into me, tracking the way the water sluiced between the valley of my breasts.
“I’m going to cum if you keep calling me that.”
Romeo called me “wife” every chance he got, and I never realized it meant anything to him. But it was a claiming of a different kind. He was reminding me of the tether between us, how he needed it. I angled his cock and slipped its swollen head past my lips before I changed my mind. Baby steps. I wasn’t ready to say I love you, but this was close. It slid in until it hit the back of my throat, and I rocked back, eyes watering as I coughed. Romeo palmed my hair, stroking away the tears.
“Show me.” I opened my mouth again, determined to get this right.
“You don’t have to…” Romeo hissed as my teeth descended, scraping along him. His fingers tangled in my hair.
“First thing, no teeth.” He controlled me with shallow bobs. “Move your tongue—uh—god—that, yes.”
His cum leaked into my mouth, bitter and salty, unlike anything else I’d tasted. Romeo moved my head faster, and my jaw ached as I stretched it wider. He never looked away, intent on watching the sway of my breasts, the shadowy juncture between my thighs. Every time we’d been close to one another, it had been a battle. Even as the victor, I lost. Here, on my knees, I felt like a queen.
“Are you ready, wife?” He arched an eyebrow, jaw slackening as pleasure rolled through him. I winked, giving him permission. His thighs shook as he pulled out of my mouth abruptly. He let out a hoarse cry as his cum shot onto my breasts. Romeo stroked out every drop, hissing as the warmth seeped into my chest. He pulled me up and shielded the water from washing it off.
“You look so perfect with my mark on you.”
I didn’t tell him he’d already marked me somewhere else. That he’d stolen the soft organ that pounded in my ears, begging me to unfurl my tongue and say the words. But I couldn’t do it. I could stand before him naked, but I couldn’t open my chest and let him have me entirely.
Not yet.
