Page 57 of Deceptive Desires

My heart stops, then races.

“I want that too, sunshine,” I tell her with a grin, then leans in, ready to attack her neck.

“No, Roman. I want to have sex with you tonight.” She looks at me with hopeful eyes.

My already hard cock grows impossibly larger at her words.

My goddess wants me to fuck her, right now.

I take a deep breath, trying to reign in the beast inside. If I come on too strong, if I’m too rough, I could scare her away. And I won’t risk that. So, I’ll tap into every ounce of self-control I possess and go at her pace.

“Roman… is that okay? I don’t want to pressure you to do anything.” She looks so nervous that I almost laugh.

Herpressuringmeinto sex is absurd.

I’ve wanted to bury myself in her sweet pussy since the first time I laid eyes on her. It’s taken everything in me not to rush it, but I needed this to be her choice. And I don’t regret waiting. Not even the months of blue balls, coming in my pants, and panty thieving that the waiting has caused.

“Sunshine, there’s nothing I want more than to make love with you. The wait has been hell, but I’d wait twice as long if it meant I’d finally have you.” I cup her cheek as I say it.

I keep my crude words to myself. My sweet goddess deserves to be shrouded in love and respect. She’s goodness incarnate and deserves to be unadulterated. Even if what I want to do to her is positively sinful. For all her goodness, I’m hell incarnate.

She blushes and lifts her dress over her head, leaving her in a matching nude bra and thong. It’s the first time I’ve seen her naked, and I can’t look away.

Her smooth stomach, toned from all her yoga, calls to me. I have to refrain from tracing my hands, or tongue, over it. My eyes trail lower and land on her pretty little lace thong. My cock twitches at the sight. Even her plain beige bra doesn’t slow me down. It’s just a regular bra, nothing special about it. Except the fact that it’s holding up her tits. My Cecilia’s tits.

I lean forward and bite the flesh exposed above the bra cup. I groan as she moans.

Fuck, she’s so responsive.

She starts tugging my shirt up, and I take the hint, whipping it over my head and throwing it to the floor.

She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. It hangs loosely on her shoulders, the slightest movement threatening it to slide off.

“Shrug,” I command hoarsely.

She obeys, and the bra falls down her arms, revealing her perky breasts.

They’re not big by any means of the word. Fuck, they’re rather small. But they’re perfect. Delicate and dainty, just like the rest of her.

I suction my lips around her left nipple, over her heart. I waste no time sucking, licking, nibbling. She writhes underneath me, grinding onto my cock. I’m thrusting my hips, meeting her movements.

I pull back though, because coming in my pants from dry humping on her bed isn’t how tonight’s going to end.

My cock will be inside her.

I watch her gaze drop to my cock, straining against my slacks.

“Take my cock out, sunshine,” I demand in a low voice.

“Huh? Oh… umm.” She stutters as she fumbles with my belt. Her shaky hands hinder her from undoing it.

“Cecilia, stop,” I grit out, despite every fiber of my being begging for her touch. I grab her hands, halting her motion, and pull them to my chest. “What’s wrong? If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

Please don’t say stop. Please.

“It’s not that. It’s just…” She turns away from me, but I cup her cheek and drag her eyes to mine. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

And my heart stops while my cock simultaneously leaks precum.