Page 27 of When In Rome
He keeps going, keeps moving against me until I am panting out his name.
“You realize when you are under me, you call me Roman instead of Rome?”
I do?
“I like it. Let’s me know how close you are, how seriously you are taking me being with you.”
“Yes.”
He notches the broad head of his dick against my entrance and starts to slowly push, taking my breath away. He keeps pushing until the thick tip of his cock finally pops inside of me. When it does, both of us halt our breathing and stare at one another eye to eye. It’s a pinnacle moment that will stay with me for the rest of my life. It’s literally like we both started breathing again…together. Like the two of us are brand new. Like we are entwined together now so that when I breathe out he breathes in. Two becoming one.
He slowly moves forward, spreading my untouched channel apart for the first time. He slows at some point before entwining our fingers together and coming forward to touch our lips in a slow, sensuous kiss that steals more than my breath…it takes my soul.
Pain flares inside of me causing me to cry out into his mouth. He deepened the kiss before pulling back to use his thumb to wipe away the tears that sprang to my eyes at the moment he broke through my barrier.
“I’m sorry, sunbeam. I’m so sorry. I hate that I have to hurt you. I hate that you’re the one feeling this pain but I’m not sorry I’m the first one. I’m not sorry it’s me you are giving it to.”
He waits for me patiently, dropping one of his hands down to rub my clit. After a moment of stiffness, my body starts to respond to his touch, loosening around him so that he can push more of himself inside.
“So beautiful. You are so beautiful, baby. Just like a little sunbeam.”
His words hit me hard. It feels like I have been seen for the first time. That he sees me. I set my chin and start to focus on my breathing so I can take even more of him, and go even further for him. It works because, by the time he finally reaches the back of me, I am nothing but a big ball of emotions, feelings, and sensations.
He’s built me back up by playing with my clit so when he slowly slides out I bring my hands up to his hips to stop him from leaving me. He gives me a growl before nuzzling into the hollow of my neck.
“I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. Not anywhere but back inside of you.”
He starts a rhythm that takes me by surprise, never really leaving me. Instead, he strokes in and out of me with quick precision so that he hits that magic spot inside of me that his fingers quickly found when he was stretching me. It feels completely different than when his fingers are doing it. More intimate somehow. More intense.
My body starts to tense up around his long, hard shaft. Everything feels more… impactful with him inside of me, including the onslaught of my release. The sensation is so sharp my back arches as I plant my feet on the bed on either side of him and reach down to place my hands on his ass, almost like I am trying to pull him in, even closer to me.
“Roman, yes. Yes! Please! Please, make me cum! Give it to me.”
I'm not exactly sure what exactly I’m asking for but I feel like if I don’t get it soon I’ll die.
“Gonna take care of you, sunshine. Going to fill that little pussy full over and over again.”
“Oh, God! Yes! Please! Do it!”
My thighs start to shake and my heart races as the warmth of my climax hits me fully. The muscles in my stretched core start to pulse and clench around his thickness. I scream out his name as my pussy milks him, massaging the entire length of his dick so it feels even tighter, even harder for him to ever leave me. It feels like…love.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nolia
The world comes back to me slowly. The first thing I feel is his weight on top of me. My hands come up to touch the muscles in his back so I can trace them up and down. The enormity of what we just did sinks in slowly and stills my hands.
He moves away from me without saying a word. I feel him slip from my body which immediately feels empty and like I lost something that’s essential to me. He comes back and shocks a gasp out of me when he touches me with a wet washcloth. I try to stay still as he cleans me and looks me over. Only then does he toss the cloth into the sink and come back to me.
He takes my face in his hands, so our gazes meet and I can’t look away from him, “No annulment.”
“What?” Why would he…?
“You heard me, sunbeam." He switches from dead serious to light and happy again, giving me emotional whiplash. "I’ll make us breakfast as soon as I clean up. Are you hungry?” His eyes pin me to the bed and leave me in a state of confusion.
“Don’t get up.”
He actually winks at me before making his exit into the bathroom. Leaving me with a whole room of what the fucks!