Page 7 of Emergence: Prequel
Kissing my way back up her neck to her mouth, where I again devoured her waiting lips.
Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I lifted, her legs automatically winding their way around my waist.
Walking towards my bedroom, never once taking my mouth from hers until we were at the end of my bed. Leaning over, I gently deposited her on it. Stepping back, I unzipped her boots, pulling them off, followed by her socks. By the time I had them off, Stacey was pushing her jeans down.
Stopping her hands, I pressed a kiss to them, “Slow down, baby, we have all night. Let me unwrap what I’ve waited so long for.”
“I’m not sure I can be patient, Maestro. I feel like I’m burning up for you.”
“Roman, baby. For you, I’ll always be Roman.”
Her eyes widened at my words, then she smiled sweetly. “Roman,” she breathed.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I hooked my fingers in her jeans and her panties, pulling them down and off her long legs, throwing them over my shoulder to land somewhere on the floor behind me.
Stacey let out a laugh at my actions. “I thought we had all night?” she teased.
“Tomorrow I’ll slow down, or maybe the next day,” I assured her as I dropped to my knees between her raised legs, pushing them open wider with my shoulders. My nostrils flared at the smell that was all Stacey’s—hot, turned-on woman—and I fucking loved the fact that it was me that made her this way. Gripping her hips tightly, I tugged her closer to me and the edge of the bed.
Without wasting more time, my mouth was on her pussy, sucking, licking, and biting until she was a writhing mess on my bed. When I could tell she was close to coming, I gently pushed a finger into her soft folds, flicking my tongue against her clit as she relaxed. I added another finger before turning them and rubbing along the top part of her cunt until I found the spot I’d been looking for.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet heat and increasing the pressure on her clit as she thrust her hips up against my mouth, hands holding my head to her as she rode my face.
I loved every minute of it. Letting her use me to get to where she needed. The primitive part of me had me wanting to pound my chest and roar to the world that my woman was satisfied.
Just as she started coming down from her climax, I lifted my head from her dripping pussy and looked up her body. And what a beautiful sight it was.
Her head thrown back as she arched up towards me, breasts straining against the confines of her top, nipples hard andpebbled through the fabric. I waited as she slowly came back down, panting slightly, legs relaxing around my shoulders, fingers no longer clenching and tugging at my hair.
Withdrawing my fingers, I put them to my lips before sucking them clean; her heavy-lidded gaze met mine.
Sitting up, her gaze still not leaving mine as she stripped off her top, throwing it to join our pile of clothing on the floor. Then her soft hands were on my jeans, flicking the button open and slowly pulling my zip down.
Her eyes flicked down and widened slightly. “Oh,” she whispered as she fisted my aching cock. Pre-cum leaking down acted as lube as she moved her fist up and down my cock before bending her head and wrapping her lips around the head.
“Fuck,” I ground out hoarsely as I wound my fingers through her hair, holding her head in place as I thrust gently into her mouth.
“Jesus, baby,” I muttered as her hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer and opening her mouth wider to take more of me. It was costing me to hold back, but I didn’t want to come in her mouth the first time. No, I wanted to come in her pussy, marking her as mine. I’d already marked her throat with my bite, and now I needed to mark her with my cum. I had no idea where this possessive need came from; it was new to me.
With a growl, I pulled her off my cock. Bending, I took her mouth as I shuffled her back onto the bed until I was settled between her thighs, and with one long thrust, I was in her body. Ripping my mouth away from hers, I surged forward with a growl.
“Harder, Roman. I need you to take me harder,” Stacey gasped.
Giving me the freedom to go ahead and take her as hard as we both needed. Surging to my knees, I took hold of her thigh andlifted it higher on my waist; with my other hand, I gripped the headboard. Using it for leverage, I drove my cock into her over and over again, loving the sounds of her crying out my name with each slap of skin on skin until I couldn’t hold my orgasm back anymore—not with her pussy pulsing around my cock as she came.
Our breathing evened out, and with a soft, happy hum, I bent to kiss her soft lips, my heart full at finally having her in my home, in my bed. I knew she wasn’t ready yet, but soon I’d have her and Rosie under my roof permanently.
“Mmh,” Stacey whispered, pressing a kiss to my chest. “I didn’t know it could be like that. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, baby. Not for something that we both enjoyed.”
Slowly, I pulled out of her, groaning at the loss of her heat from around my cock. Her eyes widened as I leaked out of her.
“Roman, we didn’t use anything.”
Smiling at her, I replied, “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re clean and I haven’t been with anyone for over two years. I got checked just after that.”
“Okay, I have an IUD, so we’re good on that front,” she assured me.