The Virgin’s Guide to Misbehaving (Bluebonnet #4)(36)
Author: Jessica Clare

Elise stroked him again, letting her slippery palms do the work as she moved back and forth in a slow, gliding motion.

His mouth moved to capture hers, and the kiss he gave her was erratic and frantic, even as he bucked his h*ps against her, pushing her hands up and down his length. That excited her, and she moved faster, watching his reactions.

“Tighten your hand,” he told her, his voice hoarse. His own hands went to her hair and he buried them there, his mouth moving against her jaw, her throat, as if he wanted to kiss and touch her, but her hands were distracting him too much.

She liked that.

Elise tightened her hand around him and stroked harder. “Like that?” She was rewarded with a groan and another pump of his hips.

His hand dragged down to cover hers, big and strong. To her surprise, he tightened her grip around him and then began to work himself, using her hand. Fascinated and turned on, Elise let him lead, watching his face as he closed his eyes, strain etched on every line of his face. Faster and harder, he worked her hand on his cock, and then with a low groan in his throat, he came. Hot, sticky threads of se**n covered the inside of his boxers and got on her hands. Still, he continued to stroke her hand over him, wringing out every last bit of his orgasm.

Then, he slowly came to himself again, looked at her with those delicious, hooded eyes, and leaned in and kissed her.

“Did I do okay?” she asked shyly, dragging her hand out of his. It was messy and covered in baby oil, but she was utterly entranced by what they’d just done.

“Hell, yes,” he murmured, and his tongue swiped over her mouth. “And I’m going to eat your pu**y as soon as we clean up.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I—I didn’t— You don’t have to—”

“I know,” he told her. “But I want to. Are you wet for me?”

She nodded, entranced by the blue of his eyes.

“Did touching me turn you on?”

Oh god, yes, it had. “Yes.”

“Then let me do the same for you. You think it won’t give me pleasure?”

Her breath shuddered in her throat at the thought. “But . . .”

He stilled. “Or, wait. Did you need to take more pictures?”

She shook her head.

“No? Good. Because I can’t wait to get between your legs.” He pressed another hard kiss to her mouth and dragged his boxers off, then used them to wipe the come off of his cock, and then her hands.

And Elise couldn’t help but stare.

It was the first time she’d been able to get a really good look at it. Last time, he’d kept his clothing on for her. But now, with the candlelight, she got to see everything.

His penis was big and thick, which didn’t surprise her, since she’d felt that herself. The rounded head was a dusky, darker color, and a thick vein ran along the length of him. His balls hung underneath the shaft, and his groin was covered with a fine layer of dark hair, which was startling to see, as he only had the barest amount of chest hair and hair on his stomach, and most of that around his belly button.

He was beautiful, though. And raw with masculinity. And she couldn’t stop staring. He’d come, but he was still erect, still big. Did that mean he could come again? She wanted to ask, but he was dragging her against him, his hands going to the waist of her jeans.

Rome pressed a kiss to her neck. “You going to undress for me?”

She thought about the candlelight, and how he’d see her hips, slightly off, her back a little rounded, and she stiffened, panic lacing through her. “I . . . I don’t know . . .”

“Shhh,” he murmured, and stroked an oily hand through her hair. He grabbed a handful of it and used it to drag her mouth toward his, then slowly, deliberately kissed her until she was breathless and distracted. “Maybe we just take these pants off, hmm? You can keep your top if it’ll make you feel better, though I’d love to see those pretty br**sts.”

She bit her lip, putting a hand to his chest, and pulled away just as quickly, since he was still covered in oil.

“Yeah, I’m going to get you all greasy, aren’t I? Ask me if I care.” He gave her a roguish grin, and his fingers went to the button of her jeans and undid them. The fabric fell, loose, around her hips, and he shoved his hand into her panties.

And then Elise clung to him as his fingers slid against the slick folds of her sex and found her wet. “Ah, there’s my girl,” Rome murmured, and kissed her again. “All hot and ready for me. You like the thought of my mouth on you?”

The breath was sucked out of her lungs and she stared up at him, mute. “I . . . yes.” The words squeaked out of her throat, almost forced. It had been hard to admit, and immediately, her face flushed in response.

“Lie down for me.”

She glanced around, looking at the cloth-covered floor, then back at him, all na**d and gleaming. “I . . . Be careful we don’t knock over any candles.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to lecture me about safety. I’m the one covered in oil at the moment.”

Gingerly, she sat down on the floor, her legs extended in front of her awkwardly. She wasn’t sure what to do. Lie back, flat as a board? The mental image of that was ridiculous. Sit cross-legged? She leaned back on her hands awkwardly, waiting for him.

Rome knelt in front of her, all gorgeous and oh so naked. He grinned, stealing her breath, and hooked one hand behind her knee, dragging her body toward him. The fabric bunched up under her, and Elise shifted awkwardly.

“Lift your hips,” he commanded.

She did, and he immediately tugged on her jeans, dragging them down her thighs. Slowly, her panties—her horrible, embarrassing panties—were exposed. But he didn’t tease her about them. He simply hooked a finger under the waistband and began to drag them down along with her jeans.

She was going to be totally na**d from the waist down.

Anxiety warred with excitement. She wanted to do this, but she was scared. What if he didn’t like the way her sex looked? What if he noticed her h*ps didn’t exactly line up to her shoulders? What if he saw that scar on her buttock and started asking about it? She bit her lip, uncertain if she should stop him or not.

But just then, he looked up at her and flashed a grin. “This is more fun than unwrapping gifts at Christmas.”

It struck her as such an absurd thing to say that she snort-giggled. Pulling her pants off was nothing like opening gifts.

But he only grinned and winked at her, and then lifted one leg at a time to drag her clothes off them. Then he cast her jeans and panties to the side.