My nails sank into his shoulders, his words burrowing into my marrow. I narrowed my eyes as his teeth flashed, encouraging. His length twitched against my thigh. I raked my nails down his arms, expecting the lust to fade, but he looked at the burgeoning red stripes with dark satisfaction.
“Yes. Make me yours. Leave your mark.” His lips captured my breast again, tongue scrambling my mind. It was hot and wet, relentless against my hardened nipple.
“You want this,” I gasped out, digging my nails into his taut muscles until they left red crescent moons.
“I love it,” he groaned, slamming his lips on mine. “I love you.”
His tongue pressed against the seam of my lips, and I let him in. My tongue was clumsy against his. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but pleasure drove me. I wanted more. It danced out of reach, the tantalizing peak I knew he could take me to. My teeth dug into his bottom lip. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Romeo hiss. His hands landed on my hips, and he flipped me until I straddled him. My pussy lips were wanton, spread over the length of his hard cock.
“Feel how wet you are?” His demanding grip ground my hips down, and I slid against him with ease. We were a silk coil tightening around each other until there was no end.
“Oh,” I gasped, zings bouncing down my thighs as he rubbed my clit against his hardness. It felt obscene. I should’ve been embarrassed, but when I gazed down at my husband, power flooded me. His face was twisted tight, as if the movement caused him pain. His abs contracted and his breath stuttered out like he could barely keep the precious oxygen in his spasming lungs. But it was his eyes that clinched it.
Bright blue, blazing with so much heat and desire. I could drown in the passion that boiled there. He looked at me like Iwaseverything. So, I dashed his hands from my hips and took control of the movement. Bending over him and circling my hips until he moaned. My nipples grazed his chest, and he couldn’t stop watching the slow, sensual sway of them.
“Use my body, sweetheart,” he panted, hands clawing at the bedspread. “Come all over me. I need to see it before I slide into your perfect pussy.”
His words were a whip to my ass, my movements becoming frantic. He coaxed me onward with a choked voice. I tossed my head back as the pleasure crested, pulsing through my whole body. My fingernails dug into his chest, and I left more marks as I eked out every drop of delicious carnal passion. Romeo was steel underneath me. The head of his cock was flushed dark red, and there was a drop of cloudy white liquid. I wanted to make him pant again.
“Anita–uhhh.” Romeo’s head hit the bed with a thump as my curious tongue tasted its prize. It was warm, musky, and erotic. I twirled my tongue around the tip, collecting the desperate cum that beaded there.
I wrapped my hand around the base and ran my tongue up the length of him. I sucked on the straining head, rewarded with another taste. Romeo’s hands wrapped in my hair, and he drew me off him with a harried look.
“Another day, you’ll swallow my cock, naughty minx. Not today.”
He pressed my back onto the bed as his thighs notched between mine, spreading them wide as he settled over the top of me again.
“Will it hurt?” I wondered, some of the earlier tension flooding back. Romeo poised above me, his cock rock hard in his hand. The tendon on his neck was tight as he rubbed the head of his cock at my soaked entrance.
“It will feel uncomfortable. I’ll go slow.” He paused, waiting for my confirmation.
This was it. I could say no. But I wanted it, despite the fear of the unknown. Part of me craved him inside me. My agreement was soft, but he clicked his tongue, not content with my weak confirmation. His hips thrust forward, so close to where I wanted him, but still teasing.
“Tell me. You want my cock fucking this sweet pussy?”
His words made me gasp, and he gave me a white-toothed grin. A devilish, dark-haired demon, he held me by a thread.
“Romeo,” I begged. Even after all we’d done, his boldness made me shy all over again.
“Say it. Tell me I’m yours. That you want me,” he added, looking down at me with intensity. My chest ached as I realized what he was asking. It wasn’t the shocking words he wanted me to repeat. Though I’m sure he would enjoy that. He wanted me to claim him.
He was about to take my body, but it didn’t mean anything if he didn’t have my heart. My mom had always made me feel defective. Unable to muster emotion for anyone. Except Romeo. He’d helped my heart beat again in the plot of land my father left. His heartbeat had echoed in mine, helped me feel.
“I love you, Romeo.” The words rolled off my tongue. I’d been holding on to them for so long, buried them deep inside of myself. He’d had to coax them back up with time, tenderness, and determination. But how could I resist him? He’d been the only one for me, and he always would be. Romeo gasped, falling on me, possessed. His lips locked against mine, and his hands swooped over my body, as if for the first time.
“Finally,” he sighed, as if my admission had lifted a weight from him.
“If you break my heart again, I will poison you slowly,” I warned, returning his kisses with a hunger that ached inside ofme. This man was mine. Both of us weapons that had clashed together. He saw my darkness as a mirror and craved it.
“I expect nothing less. My beautiful, wild, and dangerous wife.”
“I want you to fuck me, Romeo,” I said, cheeks flooding red and ruining the seductive tone of my voice. Romeo chuckled and settled between my thighs once more. He moved forward agonizingly slow, hissing under his breath. The pain was more of a pinch, the intrusion wrong and right in an overwhelming wave. He slid deeper, drawing a sharp noise from me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked through gritted teeth. Was this hurting him, too? His eyelids fluttered closed, and I realized it wasn’t pain he was feeling, but pleasure. My throat was tight, and I struggled to breathe. Bastard. That wasn’t fair. I wriggled, freezing when it intensified.
“I don’t think you’ll fit.” Nerves heightened my voice. His thumb pressed lightly on my clit, and Romeo circled it as he pressed forward.
A slice of pleasure cut through the fullness, and my pussy rippled around his cock. Romeo gasped as his hips became flush with mine. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips, waiting for me to get used to the pressure inside of me.
