not your fault either. Maybe we just need to… accept it.”
He draws back, his face serious, his eyes deep and shadowy.
16
Trace
Accept it.
I’m making a mess of this. Telling her we can’t, then flirting with her. I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t resist. I can’t push her away. Call me weak. Call me obsessed. I don’t give a shit. I just want her.
She feels the same. She wants this too.
Whatever this is.
I’m terrified to go there, so I kiss her. Urgently. Hungrily. Giving in and going for it.
I fucking love the taste of her mouth, sweet and warm, the feel of her tongue against mine, velvety and playful. I love how smooth her skin is under my rough hands as I push the tiny straps off her shoulders. I’m consumed with a huge and limitless need, so powerful it swells inside me and takes over. All I can focus on is… Romy.
I reach around her for the zipper of her dress. She steps back with a small smile and helpfully turns her back on me. Oh yeah. It is on.
I lower the zipper and push the dress down. She’s not wearing a bra, but she is wearing panties, lace the color of flames that matches her dress. “Nice.” I drag my fingertips over the lace, then tug them down her legs.
Now the curves of her ass are bare, and I can’t resist fitting my palms to them and squeezing.
“This is nuts, but I can’t stop.” I suck gently on the skin of her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.” She turns back to face me and threads her fingers through my hair, her head falling back as I drag my mouth over her throat. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I want you so fucking much. Christ, Romy. I can’t stop thinking about you.” My hands move on her body, squeezing her waist, sliding up to her rib cage. “I can’t stop dreaming of you. I need you.”
She shivers. “I dream about you too.”
“Yeah?” I brush my rough cheek against her smooth one. “Tell me what you dream of.”
“This.” She caresses the back of my neck, my shoulder. “This… and more.”
I capture her mouth again in a hard, bold kiss that feels both reckless and inevitable. My thoughts spin out of control as sensation takes over everything. I cover one breast and squeeze, lust kicking in my belly. My skin heats and tingles, my heart ricocheting unevenly in my chest.
I press my hand to her soft flesh, kneading it, then rubbing my thumb over the hard tip. She moans, her back arching, pushing her tit into my hand.
I glide my other hand down over her hip. “So smooth,” I murmur, fingers sliding around to her ass. Our tongues play, licking and sucking, heat building in my core. I kiss her over and over, and she kisses me back, opening wide and letting me lick inside her mouth, then nip at her bottom lip. She whimpers.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper again.
“No.”
Pleasure expands in my chest and flows through my body. I move her toward the bed, easing her down to sit on the edge, and I lower myself next to her. I pluck both nipples, tight little points, and she shudders. “So tight. So perfect.”
She makes incoherent sounds of pleasure as I play with her. My fingers move wider, stroking her ribs, her stomach. I lift her legs over my thighs, parting them wide, exposing her, and my hand covers her there. She mewls. “You’re still dressed,” she whispers.
“I can fix that.” I lift my hand and my clothes are gone.
“Whoa.” She blinks up at me. “There is a spell for that.”
“Sometimes fast is good.” I lower her to her back and reach for her thighs. “But sometimes… slow… is better.” I part her legs, studying her. “Pretty,” I murmur. “So pretty and pink. Are you wet, Romy?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her pelvis rolls invitingly.
I keep my touch slow and gentle, stroking the softest skin, brushing the patch of curls while my other hand plays with her nipple, twisting and pinching until she’s writhing and moaning.
“Do you need to come, pretty girl?” I kiss her jaw.
“Yesssss.”
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
“I need you too.”
I dip my fingers between the contours of her flesh to find wetness, slicking my fingers through it and back up to circle over her straining clit. She jolts and gasps.
“So soft. So wet.” I tug her nipple, and another moan slides from her mouth. She makes