Page 47 of Knight
"Beautiful," he breathes, and the word sounds different from his usual compliments. Less charm, more awe. Like he's seeing me for the first time.
His mouth closes over my left nipple, and I cry out—my back arching, my hand flying to the back of his head to hold him there. His tongue circles the tight peak, then flicks across it before he sucks hard, drawing the sensitive flesh deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His other hand comes up to cup my right breast, his thumb rolling the nipple, and the dual sensation has my hips grinding against him of their own accord.
"Oh fuck—" The words escape me on a moan, my head falling back. "Romeo—"
"Mmm." The vibration of his hum against my breast sends another pulse of heat straight to my core. He switches sides, his mouth finding my other nipple while his fingers continue to tease the first, pinching and rolling until I'm squirming against the counter, desperate for more contact.
His free hand slides down my stomach, fingers tracing the line of my waistband before popping the button of my jeans. The zipper follows, and then his hand is sliding inside, under the fabric of my panties, and his fingers find me wet and ready.
His voice is rough, strained. "You're soaked."
"Your point?" I manage, but I'm panting now, my hips lifting to press against his hand. His fingers slide through my slick folds, finding my clit, and he circles it with a touch that's too light, too teasing.
"My point is—" He pushes one finger inside me, and I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. "—that you want this as much as I do."
"I wouldn't have pulled you to me if I didn't—" My words dissolve into a moan as he adds a second finger, stretching me,his thumb finding my clit and pressing in tight circles that have my thighs trembling on either side of his hips.
He fucks me slowly with his fingers, each thrust deliberate, his thumb maintaining that maddening rhythm on my clit. His mouth returns to my breast, tongue and teeth working my nipple until I'm writhing against the counter, my hands gripping the edge hard enough that my knuckles go white.
"Tell me what you need." He lifts his head from my breast, his eyes meeting mine—green and dark and so focused on me that I feel like I'm the only thing in his world. "Tell me."
"You." The word comes out raw and honest in a way I didn't intend. "I need you. All of you."
Something shifts in his expression—a softening, a surrender. He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss, but then he's reaching for his belt, his movements hurried and graceless in a way I've never seen from him. The leather hisses through the loops, the buckle clinks, and then his pants are open and he's pushing them down just enough to free his cock.
He's hard—fully, achingly hard, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft, and he groans, his forehead dropping against mine. His skin is hot and silken under my palm, and I stroke him once, twice, feeling him pulse in my grip.
I release him shoving my jeans and panties down my hips. It's awkward—wriggling out of denim while sitting on a kitchen counter—but he helps, tugging the fabric down my legs until I'm bare from the waist down. The cool air hits my soaked pussy, and I shiver, but then he's stepping between my thighs again and his cock is pressing against my entrance and I don't feel cold anymore.
He pushes inside me with one long, slow thrust.
I cry out—my head falling back, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He'sthick, thicker than I remembered, and the stretch is almost too much, the sensation of being filled so completely that there's no room for anything else—no thought, no fear, no doubt. Just him. Just us. Just this.
“Fuck, Nova—You feel so good. So fucking good."
"Move." I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles at the small of his back. "Romeo, please—move—"
He pulls back until only the head of his cock remains inside me, then thrusts forward hard enough to rock me against the counter. The edge bites into my ass, and I don't care. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the kitchen—obscene and undeniable—and I moan with each thrust, unable to hold back, unable to pretend I'm anything other than desperate for him.
"So good," he growls, his hips snapping forward again and again. "ah, fuck—you feel so fucking good, your pussy is so tight, so wet—"
His words are filthy and disjointed, his usual eloquence stripped away by the same desperation that's driving his hips. I cling to him, my fingers twisted in his shirt, my mouth finding his jaw, his neck, whatever skin I can reach. I bite down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, and he groans—low and guttural—and his pace increases.
The coil inside me tightens with every thrust, every brush of his pelvis against my clit. I'm close—too close, already, when did I get this close?—and I try to hold back, try to make it last, but he feels too good and I need this too much and—
"Romeo—" His name tears out of me on a sob. "I'm going to—I can't—"
"Do it." His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and he circles it with the same relentless rhythm as his thrusts. "Come for me, Nova. Let me feel you."
I break.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, and I'm gasping, crying out, my whole body shaking as my pussy clenches around his cock in pulsing waves. "Ah—ah! I—I can't—oh god, Romeo, fuck—"
He follows me over the edge two thrusts later, his hips stuttering, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes with a groan that sounds like my name. I feel him pulse, feel the heat of his release flooding me, and I hold him tighter, my legs still locked around his hips, my face pressed against his neck.
We stay like that for a long moment—his forehead resting against my shoulder, both of us breathing hard, the sounds of our gasps gradually quieting in the still kitchen. The refrigerator hums. The stove light buzzes. Somewhere below us, a pipe groans.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest, and I let myself be held. I let myself lean into him. I let myself need this—need him—for just a moment longer before I have to figure out what comes next.
