Page 37 of Forbidden Romeo
The flashcards fluttered to the floor, fully forgotten as Katherine leaned back against my pillows. I kissed up her neck, my hands tracing her curves, curling around her ribcage. She sighed softly, one hand still in my hair while the other slid under my shirt, her cool fingertips dancing across my skin.
I shivered, desire pulsing through me. As I claimed her lips in a hungry kiss, her hips arched against me.
My body hummed with desire for her, and I didn't want to study anymore. Not when she felt so fucking good pressed against me.
"Holden," she said again, this time with a hint of protest mixed into her voice. But then she moaned as my hands slid over her ribs and underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her soft skin. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, our tongues dancing together as we explored each other's mouths. The taste of her kiss lingered on my lips long after she pulled back.
I’d been so careful from the moment I met her. So cautious not to push too hard or go too far with her. And I still wanted to honor that. Maybe it was the second whiskey I had, but something about tonight felt dangerously different; electric in a way that I could easily lose control.
We broke apart for air, and I looked into those cornflower blue eyes of hers. Usually crystal clear and bright, they were dark with excitement now, like a still lake at midnight, a glow reflecting the dim light of the room. "Holden," she whispered again, reaching up to touch my face tenderly with those soft hands before they trailed down my jawline until they cupped my neck gently. She pulled me closer once more and I couldn't resist any longer - not with the smell of her skin mixed with the scent of alcohol from our late-night studying session, not with the heat rising between us increasing by the second.
She rolled me onto my back, straddling my hips and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect tits. No bra. Just beautiful A-cups with rose-colored hard nipples that made my mouth water.
“Katherine…” It was my turn to put the scolding, warning tone into my voice.
True to form, she ignored me and rolled her hips over my cock, making my eyes roll back in momentary bliss. “Fuck me,” I muttered as my head hit the wood plank of my headboard.
“That’s the idea, Holden.” She grabbed my shirt, tugging it off of me, revealing my taut abs and the small tattoo of a Lily on my left pec.
“Lily…” she said, quietly, tracing her fingers over it, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
“I got it a couple years ago for my mom.”
“Did she know you got it for her?”
I nodded, the painful memory leaching into my thoughts even through the shroud of numbness whiskey usually provided me. “Maybe I’ll add a rose next to it soon,” I said, smiling up at Katherine.
She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to the tattoo, teasing me with the sweetness of her kisses while her hot breath fanned across my skin.
"Holden," she whispered again before trailing kisses down my chest and along my abdomen. I groaned as she dipped lower, nipping at my skin lightly, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
Her hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body like it was the most exquisite piece of art she'd ever seen. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me like a live wire. Her lips followed suit, kissing and nibbling their way lower until they reached the waistband of my jeans.
“Katherine,” I warned. There was no way I could stop her if she kept going down this path. I might be a good guy, but I’m not a fucking saint. “We’re not having sex tonight.”
Tension pulled at her brows momentarily with my declaration.
She sat back and looked up at me with those big doe eyes that always made me melt. "Can I… um, can I at least taste you?" she asked in the most innocent fucking way that nearly had me nut right then and there.
“Oh my God, you’re killing me, Katherine,” I grunted and flung my arm over my eyes.
“Was that you consenting?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
I nodded. “Yes, you have your consent to fucking blow me, Katherine.”
Her laugh made me peek down just in time to catch a glimpse of her licking her lips, eyes locked onto the bulge in my jeans. Without another word, she slid my pants down, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time as if she could read every thought in them. As soon as I was completely bare, she leaned down, licking the underside of my shaft in a slick, long line.
"Katherine," I moaned, my hips arching off the bed as she pressed a chaste kiss to my head. Then, like a fucking pro, like she’d been sucking dick her whole life, she wrapped her lips around my head and took me into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and I gasped as her warmth enveloped me. She took me deep into her throat, and I could feel every inch of her, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through my body. The way she worked her mouth on me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before - tender and teasing, sensual and slow.
I laced my fingers gently through her hair, holding onto her as she teased me with gentle sucks that grew more insistent with each passing moment. Her breath was warm against my skin, her nose brushing the tender skin as she bobbed up and down over my cock eagerly. With my dick still in her mouth, she looked up at me with those bright blue eyes that held an unspoken promise of adventure.
My heart pounded in my chest as she blinked, the epitome of innocence from the nose up and a fucking sex Goddess from the nose down. I watched her mouth move up and down on me, small tits bouncing with each eager bob. Her lips wrapping tightly around the head of my cock each time she took it deep inside her mouth with a low hum of pleasure when she slowly caressed the underside of my shaft with her tongue. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating… even more so than my discarded whiskey.
The sheets rustled beneath us as Katherine continued to pleasure me, her fingers trailing lightly over my thighs in time with her mouth movements. She took me deeper, making me see stars as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock. My back arched off the mattress in response, and even through the haze of alcohol and desire, I could feel every nerve ending on fire with need for more of this incredible woman wrapped around me.
“Katherine…” I tugged gently on her hair. “I’m going to…”