Page 32 of Under His Watch

I pulled back. “Sorry?—”

“No.” He kissed me harder. “I like it, Tess. I’ve thought about you touching me every fucking minute of the day.”

His words filled me with determination and proof that this had to be right. That he had to be okay with my clumsy exploration.

“Touch me wherever you want. I’m yours, however you want me,” he said between presses of his lips on my neck.

“I want you here,” I told him as I stroked his hard shaft. Pushing my hips toward him, I hoped that he got the hint. I didn’t want to say it. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t risk making any connection to the last time someone had touched me there, and I wanted him to make this a new memory that I would keep forever.

“Like this?” He angled himself closer, rubbing his dick over my entrance. Each time he ground over me, putting pressure on my clit, I moaned and arched toward him.

“Yes. Please, Romeo. Help me.” I was determined to go for it, to shed the fear of my past. Lining him up to my pussy, I widened my legs and welcomed him in.

“Easy,” he cautioned, kissing me as he pushed lower and bore more of his weight on me. Slanting over me, he secured our hips together. “Slowly.”

I nodded as he pushed inside, just the tip. Already, the stretch was so intense, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of him opening me up.

He stopped, kissing me and bracing himself over me. Waiting. Teasing. His mouth was too masterful, too wicked for me to allow any fear into my mind, to permit any thought of anyone else to invade on this moment.

“More, Romeo. I want more.”

Inch by inch, he pushed into me, pulling out with every thrust. Back and forth, he worked his big, hard cock inside me with a gradual drive. Only once he was seated all the way in me did he groan and wait again, still and catching his breath.

“Are you all right?” he asked, kissing along my jaw and brushing my hair back from my face.

“I’m so full.” And the stretch, the fullness, and the pressure urged me to want him to move again.

“But are you all right?”

I shook my head and arched my back. “I need you to move. Please.”

His roguish smile was kind and gentle, and I locked onto the promise in his eyes. “Like this?” Thrusting in and out, hedragged his long length over my sensitive walls that sucked him in so hungrily.

“Oh, God. Yes. Romeo!” I cried out as he sped up, but he silenced me with his demanding lips covering mine again. His tongue slid into my mouth in sync with his dick easing into my pussy. Between both actions and the glorious weight of his powerful body rubbing against mine and pinning me to the mattress, I was urged closer and closer to coming.

My orgasm built swiftly, but strongly, and before I could realize what that increasing tension signified, I felt like a band had snapped. Like my nerves were fried and frazzled. Moaning into his mouth as he kissed me without pause, I savored the responding tension in him. He jerked into me harder, growling deeply. Despite the waves of pleasure that radiated from our union, I was still with it and cognizant of him jerking deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

“Fuck, Tess. Fuck me. Fuck.” He growled and cursed, almost seeming lost in his scattered thoughts and panted claims.

Holding him close, I caught my breath, too stunned and sated with that orgasm to try to speak. He rested his forehead on my temple, and eventually, he lessened the hold of his arms on the bed.

Crushing his weight to me, he blanketed me and completed the act of making me forget. All I could think of or feel was him. All I could relish was that he’d had sex with me and filled me so well. Hehaderased the ugliness of my nightmare, and now, on cloud nine and floating from the pleasure of coming with him, I wanted him to star in all my dreams of the future.

He rolled, hugging me so that I lay draped over him. Entwined and stuck together, we lay there until I was close to drifting off to sleep.

“Let me clean you up,” he said, gently urging me to move.

I was too sluggish and comfortable to register anything more than sliding over and snuggling back on the bed. He came back, wiping at me so softly and tenderly. Then when he climbed back onto the bed, I smiled and welcomed his arms wrapping around me, content to lie in his hold in case any bad dreams dared to return.

13

ROMEO

The last time I had such simple, vanilla sex was probably when I was a teen and figuring out what I liked, at least fifteen years ago. Since then, I preferred harder sex. I had kinks and enjoyed being dominant, extremes and all.

When I woke with Tessa in my arms, soft and so relaxed as she slept in, I considered that I’d given her what she’d wanted and asked for but held back from taking whatIwanted in return.

I was unsatisfied in the sense that I wanted to fuck her hard and leave my mark on her. I wished I could thrust my cock into her mouth until she gagged, and I’d taunt her until she caved and submitted to my every demand.

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