Page 194 of Burning Daylight
I shrug it off and crush my mouth to hers before she can ask again. Before she changes her mind.
My pants drop next, and then I’m slotting myself between her thighs, the heat of her pussy dragging a groan from the deepest part of my chest.
“Tell me you’re sure,” I beg.
“I’m sure.”
Everything after that is a haze, and I’m lost to her.
She guides me, fingers wrapping around my cock with a possessive grip, and then presses my tip to her entrance, but she doesn’t let me in.
Instead, she flattens her palm, holding me there as her hips begin to roll back and forth. Slow. Torturous.
I glide between her folds, my length glistening from her wetness and how badly she’s making me leak.
“Jesus, Juliette,” I choke, bucking into her on instinct.
Her thumb swipes over the swollen head, spreading my pre-cum down my length as she strokes me with a singular purpose.
“You’re close already,” she whispers, her mouth at my ear. “You want inside me so bad, don’t you, Trouble?”
I moan into her shoulder, putty beneath her hands.
“Let me take my time with you, baby,” I plead.
She shakes her head, her hand tightening against me as she physicallypullsme into her until the head of my cock is poised at her entrance, teasing her center.
“Goddamn,” I rasp, my arms about to give out from how stiffly I’m holding myself above her.
Her hand moves again, trying to guide me in, and I smack it lightly away with a grunt, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them above her head in one hand.
“No,” I force out. “Not yet.”
I lean back just enough to look at her—reallylook at her. Her skin glows with a sheen of sweat, her arms trembling from whereI’ve locked them in place, her breasts rising with every quick, broken breath. She sees me watching, and her gaze lights up like a wildfire.
Her thighs fall open, glistening with arousal.
My heart falters and cracks.
I’m going to lose her.
Maybe to tomorrow.
Maybe to my death.
Maybe because I’m too much of a coward to take her with me.
But right now, she’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she feels me long after I’m gone.
“You want me to fuck you, Little Rose?”
I drag the thick head of my cock along her soaked slit, her wetness coating me. I press the tip to her clit, teasing us both mercilessly, and then slide it back down, skimming her entrance without pushing in.
Not yet.
She mewls, her body arching against me as I keep her wrists pinned above her head. “Roman,please.”
I grin. “Please, what, Princess?”
