Page 37 of Deceptive Desires (The Syndicate #2)

Roman

Cecilia pulls back and looks at me with strong eyes. She steels her back, tapping into her strength.

“I want to have sex with you,” she says definitively.

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.

Her pressuring me into 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.

“Never done what before?” I whisper too, unable to believe my ears.

Could my sweet sunshine possibly be a virgin?

There’s just no way a goddess like her has saved herself for me.

“Anything. I mean, I’ve kissed a few guys before.” She pauses when I grunt at the mention of other men. “But besides that, I’ve never done anything else with a man. What we’ve done is the farthest I’ve ever gone, and only with you.”

She seems embarrassed about it, but I can’t fathom why.

She just gave me the greatest gift.

“Cecilia, you’re a virgin?” I ask, needing to hear it.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Fuck, sunshine. Fuuuck.” I don’t have words. I close my eyes, and focus on taking deep breaths, so close to losing control.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters as tears form in her eyes.

“No!” I quickly shout, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. “I’m shocked that a woman as perfect as you has waited so long and is willing to give something so precious to me. Thank you, sunshine. I’m honored.”

“You don’t mind?” The hope in her voice almost crushes me.

“Fuck no! This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. I promise to make it good for you.”

And I will. I know it can hurt for women on the first time, but I’ll do everything in my power to lessen the pain. I will never hurt Cecilia.

“Thank you, héroe. There’s no one I’d rather it be,” she tells me with a full smile.

I pick her up, and place her on her back next to me, then start to move. If I want to do this right, I need her ready.

I position myself between her toned tan thighs.

“I’m going to talk you through this. The first thing I’m going to do, is take this sexy thong off you,” I tell her as I pull her thong down.

“Then, I’m going to feast. I’ve wanted a taste from the source since I licked my fingers after they were inside of you the first time. I’m not going to stop until you’ve come on my mouth, flooding me with your juices. I’m fucking famished for you.”

I pounce, slowly stroking my tongue through her folds.

Her wetness coats me, and I moan into her pussy. It’s fucking delicious. She’s fucking delicious. Floral and fresh. She moans as I circle her clit with my tongue.

“How’s this, sunshine?” I ask against her pussy unable to pull back even to talk to her.

“Ugh,” she groans in pleasure.

I’ll take that as a good sign.

I continue my assault, lapping her up like a man dying of thirst. I want to taste this sweet pussy every day for the rest of my life. I’ve found my happy place.

My thighs are glued to the bed. If I move a muscle, I’ll come in my pants.

But then she cries out, grips my hair, shoves my head deeper into her, and starts shaking.

“I’m… I’m… coming,” she cries out in a breathy voice.

And it’s too fucking late for me.

She floods my mouth, and I flood my pants. I can’t stop it. She’s irresistible without even trying. But now, coming against my lips, my tongue inside her, her juices drowning me… I can’t be blamed.

I let us breathe for a moment, then tease her entrance with my pointer finger.

“Now that you’re drenched for me, I’m going to stretch you with my fingers. You’re too tight for my cock right now. So, you’ll come a second time on my fingers. I want to feel you choke the life out of them. I don’t want to be able to hold a gun again, because of your tight pussy.”

“I don’t know if I can go again,” she whimpers.

“Oh, sunshine. You can. There’s a lot left in you.”

“Okay, I believe you.” She gives me the go ahead after a few beats.

I push a finger in easily, her slickness allowing easy entry. I slowly slide in and out of her, watching her cunt suck it in.

I wiggle in a second finger, and she gasps at the tight fit.

“Do you like this? If it hurts, tell me and I’ll adjust,” I tell her, needing her to understand this is about her pleasure.

“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” she begs.

And I’m just a man, unable to do anything but please his woman.

So, I pump in with that second finger until her pussy accepts it with ease. Then I wiggle in a third one, all the while, my tongue toying with her clit.

The sight before me will forever be engrained in my mind. Anytime I ever need happiness, I’ll picture this.

My goddess laid out on her bed, panting, writhing, begging. Pure perfection.

And when her back arches off the bed, when she lets out a scream of pleasure, I continue finger fucking her exactly the same way, successfully pushing her over the edge.

Miraculously, and only because I came minutes ago, do I not follow her over the edge. Granted, I’m rock hard and ready to go, but the next place I’m coming is in that tight pussy.

“How are you feeling, sunshine?” I ask her as I kiss and lick my way up her body, until we’re at eye level.

“Weightless. Happy. Perfect,” she says with a dazed smile. “Are we going to have sex now?”

“Yes, sunshine. We’re going to have sex now that you’re ready,” I grumble, barely able to hold conversation with her aroma wafting around the room, her taste tattooed on my tongue, with my cock begging to know what the inside of her feels like.

“I’m going to push my cock into you slowly. It’s going to be okay. I’ll be gentle. Once you get used to the size, we’ll start fucking. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, please,” she mutters.

I undo my pants and pull them and my underwear off and throw them across the room.

Cecilia stares at my straining cock with wide eyes. Her face pales slightly. I know I’m above average in every way, but I also know she’s perfectly capable of taking me.

“It’s big. Is it too big?” She chews her lip nervously.

“It’ll fit. Your tight pussy will make room for me. You were made for me,” I assure her.

I position myself at her entrance and look into her eyes.

“Roman, I love you. And I trust you,” she says sweetly.

And I have to take a breath to center myself.