Page 23 of When In Rome

“God, please, Roman. Fuck…fuck me! Just do it. Please.”

I tsk at her, “You don’t mean that sunbeam. You don’t really…”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Roman! I know what I want, and I want you to…oh God, keep doing it! Just a little more! Please!” She goes from frowning and being mad as hell at me for trying to tell her what she can and can’t do, to moaning out my name and begging me.

I use my tongue along with the finger her body is squeezing the blood out of to send her closer and closer to the edge until, finally, she is all but rubbing her sweet pussy up and down on my face and moaning with every breath. Her thighs start to shake and her body tenses as she grows wetter and tighter.

“Roman, please. Yes! Yes!” Her body starts pulsing and contracting and cream runs down my chin and drips on the bed beneath us. Her whole being twists and she cums for me over and over again until her body sags under me. Her eyes close and her breathing evens out as I am left to clean her, and the mess I left in my pants, up.

I’ve never came in my pants before, never been so out of control I couldn’t stop the on-rush of pleasure…until Nolia.

Chapter Twenty

Nolia

My eyes open slowly and look around at the room I’m in. I try to remember what the fuck happened and where I’m at. It takes me a long time to muster enough brain power to figure out I’m still in Italy…with Rome.

It’s been two weeks, and this is starting to seem more like a vacation than a work thing. He’s been with me nearly every day we’ve been here, taking me shopping, sightseeing, dancing, and eating until late. And kisses. There have been lots of kisses.

Not just on my mouth either. What he did to me on the plane while flying here is something he has done almost every night -and more than a few mornings- since we’ve been in Italy. I have tried to keep some sort of space between us because none of this is real but the longer his mouth is on me, the harder it is to hang onto.

And waking up in his bed is not helping me either. I should put a stop to it. I should tell him this can’t keep happening. I need my own room. this place is plenty big enough for me to pick another room. I should do it now and stop putting it off. I should find my clothes before I do anything else. I move under the arm he has around my waist and bring my hand up so I can shake him awake only to stop dead in my tracks.

The sun is so damned bright, but it’s not the thing that has my heart going still and my stomach rolling. It’s the big ass diamond ring on my hand that is lying on top of another ring that looks suspiciously like…No!

No!

We didn’t!

More things start filtering into my memory as I recall being on the beach in a white dress next to Rome. No!

“Oh my fucking…!” I sit up too fast as the whole room starts spinning around me.

“Sunshine? What’s wrong? What’s the matter, baby?”

As soon as he lifts his arm, I am scooting away from him. But not before I grab his left wrist and bring his hand up so that I can find the match to the ring I have on my own left finger.

“No! No! NO!” he looks up at me with a sleepy gaze that any other time would capture me and tempt me to come back to him. “Roman, get up! Get up, Rome!”

“What? Nolia, are you alright?”

All I can do is shake my head as my voice fails me.

I finally find it, “What…what did we do?”

He starts to shove his hand through his hair but again the light starts playing off the ring on his hand and he brings it back down to look at it closer. “Huh.”

Huh? Is that all he has to say? Why is he not freaking out? Why is he not hyperventilating like I am right now?

Why the hell is he not doing something?!

His eyes come up to meet mine and finally, he realizes I am freaking out. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Quit calling me that!”

“Okay, Sunshine. Are you okay?”

I give him another head shake. “No! I am not alright! I…I think we did something really bad last night, Rome.”

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