“Please touch me,” she begged, and her knee fell to the side, exposing her to him.
His beautiful, sweet Elise. Rome groaned, his c**k nearly spurting. He reached down to his boxers and squeezed his dick to try and get his own raging desire under control. He wanted to make her scream with pleasure before he even thought of crawling between her legs.
“Touch you here?” He brushed his fingers over the curls of her pu**y. She was wet, her curls dark with her juices. He wanted to bury his face there, but that might be too much, too soon. He’d let her drive for a bit instead.
“Yes,” she said, her voice so soft it was practically inaudible. But she followed it with a nod, and when his hand pressed on her thigh again, she let her legs fall open even wider.
Rome groaned. She made a beautiful picture, all soft and willing underneath him, her face flushed with excitement and a hint of shyness. He’d never seen anything as lovely as Elise Markham in that moment. He ran two fingers along the inside of her thigh, watching her tremble, and then he slid them down to her pu**y. Using the same two fingers, he pressed into her folds, testing to see how wet she was.
Not quite as wet as he’d like, but getting there. He knew she was nervous; he’d make it even better for her, then. He wouldn’t take her until she was dripping for him.
Using his fingers, he coaxed the moisture from her center and slicked it back and forth on her sex, wetting it. She moaned and pushed her h*ps against his hand, but he kept his rhythm slow, languid, and on pace. He wanted to drive her crazy, and keeping the pace too slow for her would soon have her wild with need. And as he moved his fingers back and forth, sliding over her pu**y, he talked to her.
“I wanted you the very first time I saw you, Elise. When I walked into the lodge at the Daughtry Ranch and I saw you there, all sleep-tousled and gorgeous, my c**k was hard for you. You remember what I called you?” He dragged his fingers around her clit, teasing it out of its hood and making it protrude for him. He couldn’t resist giving it a quick lick, and was rewarded when a shuddering gasp escaped her.
“Bo Peep,” she breathed. “You said I looked lost.”
“You still feel lost, baby?”
“Not with you,” she said, and he felt his chest ache again.
“That’s a good answer,” he told her in a husky voice. “Deserves a reward, don’t you think?” And he put his mouth on her cl*t and sucked.
Her legs twitched and she gave a small cry of surprise. Then she moaned again, her legs falling open wider. “Rome,” she breathed, and he ground his c**k into the bed at the sound of his name on her lips.
“I’m here, baby,” he told her. “I’ve got you.” And his mouth returned to her clit, sucking on the little nub and flicking his tongue over it.
Her h*ps worked again, the small, soft cries of pleasure erupting from her throat beautiful to hear. He slid a finger down to her core again, and she was slick, her juices coating his fingers.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he told her, and gave her cl*t a quick, teasing lick as he slid a finger inside her.
She whimpered, and he nearly did, too; she was incredibly f**king tight. If he was going to make this good for her, he needed to loosen her up. He went to work on her cl*t again, lapping and sucking at the small nub of flesh, and gently stroking his finger in and out of her core.
Her hands pressed on his head, and she was panting with excitement. “Rome, please,” she begged. “I need—”
“I know you do,” he murmured, and gave her cl*t another flick. “But I’m not letting up until you’re ready for me.” He pressed his lips to it again and sucked hard, enjoying her moan of response. Then he carefully added a second finger to the first.
She stiffened, as if not entirely sure she liked the change, and he dragged his fingers out of her viselike pu**y, spreading her juices around. His mouth continued to work on her cl*t as he slowly eased both fingers in again. She relaxed, and her hands scratched at the short stubble on his head. “God, your tongue.”
“You like that?” he murmured, renewing his efforts and flicking even faster against her clit.
“It makes me feel like I’m coming out of my skin,” she told him.
“As long as you’re coming,” he teased, and pumped the two fingers in her faster, rougher. When she didn’t flinch back from his touch, he spread his fingers inside her, scissoring them gently to widen her for his cock.
“Oh,” she moaned suddenly. “I think I’m going to—”
He paused in his ministrations. “Not yet, baby.”
She growled at him—actually growled—and tried to push his face back between her legs. “Rome, please,” her voice was almost a sob. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to wait for me,” he told her. Maybe it was arrogance, but he wanted his girl to come around his c**k tonight, to feel her squeezing him and sucking him even deeper into her as she shattered. He wanted to own that orgasm of hers.
Elise shuddered and pushed her h*ps at him again, but he withdrew his fingers from her and waited for her to calm down. She gave another frustrated whimper and panted, waiting.
He let a few moments pass before he leaned forward and kissed her pu**y, right over her clit, and let his tongue flick over it. “You okay?”
She jerked in response, but her fingers scratched at his scalp. “Other than I want to choke you right about now? I’m great.”
She sounded so annoyed; it was adorable. “Where’s your orgasm at?”
“Long gone.”
“Good.”
“Not good. I—” She squeaked in surprise as his fingers pushed into her again, and his mouth returned to her pu**y. “Oh . . .”
He chuckled at the sound of wonder in her voice. “You finding it again?”
“It’s hanging on for dear life,” she said in a dreamy voice, and her h*ps worked against his fingers. “Oh Rome, your hands. I can’t . . .”
He pulled his fingers out again, and she whimpered. One hand went to her breast, toying with her nipple and dragging the peak up and down between his fingers. She moaned again, her hands pressing on his head with urgency, but he ignored her silent pleas for more. This was all about driving his girl crazy so when she came, she’d see stars.
She squirmed in his grip and he decided he needed a new tactic. Shifting his weight, he pushed her legs up until her thighs were on his shoulders. Elise moaned again, and her anticipation was so sharp he could practically feel it in the air. He couldn’t stop the possessive smile curving his mouth, though. Poor Elise thought she was going to get relief; she had no idea he was just preparing her for the next phase.