Page 17 of My Pucking Life

All I can do is nod while my mouth waters at the thought of him finally marking me, and a shiver ripples through my body. I lean back, allowing him to pull off my skirt and leggings, leaving me in the matching maroon set of lingerie I managed to hide from him until the game tonight. He takes a step back and takes me in; there's need and love burning in his gaze when I start to squirm. “Roman,” I plead.

He removes his pants from his ankles torturously slow, knowing I'm watching his every move before he crawls over me on the bed and crashes his lips to mine. I'll never get used to the electricity pinging through my body from his touch. I match the need and urgency in his kiss, arching my body into his, moaning into his lips. He finally pulls away, and his nearly glowing gaze finds mine as he moves in and begins kissing behind my ear. One hand is barely pinching my nipple, while the other traces the lightest circles around my clit. His mouth finally makes it to my other breast, sucking my other nipple into his mouth and gently nipping at the little bud.

I cry out at all the glorious sensations rippling through my body. It's like each part of my body is an instrument that only he knows how to play, and it's causing an entire symphony in my very bloodstream. It continues to crescendo and staccato through every fiber of my being while I pant and praise his name. “More,” I beg, but he shocks my entire system when he pulls away completely. “Wh-what are you doing?” I whimper.

“Oh, don't worry, I'm not done with you yet, my little miracle.” He leans down and leaves open-mouthed kisses on the inside of my thigh, and I'm not prepared for the intensity of that simple act. I'm also not prepared as he moves higher and sucks on the tender skin on the highest point of my inner thigh.

My back arches off the bed, hard. “Please, Roman!”

His mouth finally, and entirely too lightly, reaches the sweet bundle of nerves, and my eyes slam shut at the force of how close I am to falling off that wonderful cliff. I'm focused entirely on the beautifully filthy things his mouth is doing when he slides his fingers into my core and my body catches fire. He adds a second finger and slides them in until he reaches my resistance and holds them there while he devours me.

“Oh…G-God…Please, don't stop,” I plead as I feel the swell of pleasure filling me.

At my words, his other hand climbs my body and latches onto one of my nipples, essentially flinging me into the abyss, screaming his name.

It always feels like an out-of-body experience when he makes me come, and I have to wonder if everyone feels this way. My body feels like all my bones have been dissolved and no longer hold any form of structural integrity.

When I fully come back to my body, I'm nearly ready to go again at the sight beside me. Roman is sitting, his back leaning against the headboard, stroking himself, ever so slowly.

I roll over onto my stomach between his legs. “Why don't you let me take care of that?” I ask, trying my best to be sultry and hoping I'm doing it right.

He smiles at me and crooks his finger, beckoning me closer. I oblige and move so that I'm just in front of him, close enough that I stick my tongue out and lick the end of his dick that he's still slowly stroking.

“When will I have all of you?” I accidentally think out loud, and he stops for a moment.

“I've only been trying to make sure you were ready and that it was perfect,” he swears, lightly trailing his fingers across my skin.

I lean into him and sigh. “I am definitely ready,” I pout.

He smiles. “I know, Leera. That's why I’ve been working on what I hope is the perfect night.” It's really not fair that he's that fucking gorgeous when he smiles that I can't even be irritated with him.

I roll my eyes and climb into his lap, positioning myself just over his hardened length. “A plan, huh?” I taunt while I begin to grind myself against him. His head falls back while he breathes a staggered, “yes.” I continue grinding on him, that now-familiar feeling rising within me while I watch my movements impact this strong, immortal man, and it drives me to move faster.

“Oh, fuck,” we groan in unison, causing me to giggle.

Looking down to watch where our bodies touch, ready for more, I continue to rock my hips until his large hands clamp down on my hips and my head flies up to meet his eyes. In them I find nothing but burning need when he growls, “My turn.”

He starts slowly, moving at just the right angle to rub himself against my clit without being inside of me. Once he's happy with his rhythm, he speeds up as well until his movements become erratic, and when I move in to kiss him, he pulls away, and I notice his teeth have lengthened, which tells me not to push it because it's taking all of his willpower not to mark me now incompletely. The sight is my undoing, and the orgasm barrels through my body before I even know what's happening, Roman right behind me, roaring his release.

I fall into a heap of flesh against his chest. My heart clenches a little that I still didn't get my way and get to experience making love to my mate, but I know it's because he's doing right by me.

Maybe I put too much pressure on waiting.I snort to myself before sleep pulls me under.

The next day starts like most; the guys are off to their day-after-game-day meeting to watch the film from the game. They study their errors and opportunities, but this time the men will also be studying the Warriors to see if there's any indications about what their problems were at the game.

My plan for the day is also in motion. I texted Willa after the guys left and asked if she was available to meet for coffee or something so that we could talk. I'm hoping she knows something about prophecies so that, for once, there's a way that I'm able to help. I loathe feeling useless.

I'm pulled out of my self-directed angry thoughts by the ping of my phone.

I can successfully mark that off my to-do list.

Shit, that sounded mean.

Excuse me? I don't-freaking-think so.

I hope he gets in trouble for not paying attention during the film review, I huff to myself.

With my plan in motion, I write a note for Runa, letting her know that I'm getting ready to leave and will be back later. I haven't seen her this morning since the debacle with the twins last night. I don't know what Eris' problem is, but I hope he figures it out. For all of our sakes.

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