Page 142 of Downfall

He hits my throat, I can feel that need to gag but I manage to override it. I drop my hands to fondle his balls, and he lets out a long throaty groan.

I can’t take my eyes off his face, I can’t look away as he begins to chase his climax. He starts thrusting more, thrusting harder. His breathing picks up, he’s almost panting, and those abs, it’s like his entire body has clenched in preparation.

He roars as he comes, burying his cock so far into my throat but I’m here for it, desperate for it. I swallow him down before he pulls me up into his arms.

And then he’s sliding my dress off, peeling it off my skin. If I’d planned this better I would have put something sexier on, something more alluring, but the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s taking in my body makes me realise that it doesn’t matter. It’s not about cheap gestures, it’s not about the physical, it’s about us, the two of us coming together again, healing, showing how much we love one another.

I reach around, unhook my bra, and take it off. His lips curl, he reaches up, traces a pattern across my exposed breasts till he’s lightly circling my nipples, making them so hard.

I lean in and kiss him and, as he kisses me back, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me so that I’m laying flat on the couch.

He runs his hands up my sides then lowers his mouth, peppering my skin with kisses. I arch my back, moaning as he makes his way so deliciously down my body.

When he reaches my stomach he pauses, planting a kiss right below my belly button.

“Next time I’ll be here.” He murmurs. “Next time we will do it together.”

“Do what?” I ask.

He grins up at me. “Have another baby.”

I meet his gaze and so many thoughts swirl in my head. He tilts his head like he can tell but before I can speak he’s moving lower, pushing my thighs apart.

I let out a moan even before he touches me and when he does I think I lose myself. He doesn’t play games this time, he doesn’t tease, he swirls his tongue, making sure to taste me fully before he’s sucking hard, feasting away.

I raise my hips, I ride his mouth as my moans get louder and louder. My entire body feels alive, my heart is racing so fast, I can’t think, I can’t even put a sentence together.

I start crying out, screaming about how much I love Roman, how much I need him, and all the while he’s pleasuring me in a way that’s so close to heaven I think I really have died. As my climax hurtles towards me, he scoops his arms under my legs, lifts my lower half and devours me.

“Fuck Roman, fuck.” I grasp, grabbing his head, burying my hands in his hair as his fingers slip inside me.

“Show me how much you love me Rose.” He murmurs.

“I do love you. I love you so much.” I gasp.

He grins before sucking on my clit again, curling his fingers inside and I lose it, I writhe, I flail so much he has to hold me down as I come so hard I’m afraid I might actually have a heart attack.

As I slump back down Roman creeps back up my body, kissing me slowly. “I love the way you come for me.” He says.

I cup his face, kissing him back, tasting myself on his tongue and I know he must be able to taste him on me.

He rolls us over, so that I’m on top and then he nudges himself so that I can feel he’s hard and ready but he doesn’t push into me. He waits, as if he’s checking I’m happy to take this step, as if I wouldn’t be.

I kiss him again, raise my body and sink down onto him.

We both groan as he buries himself inside me.

“You feel incredible.” He says.

“So do you.”

We lay there, not moving, just savouring the moment as he strokes my face, as he stares at me as if I’m some sort of heavenly creature.

And then as he leans into capture my lips once more he begins thrusting. Long, slow thrusts that seem to reach my very soul.

I bury my face in his neck, surround myself by the scent of him and gyrate my body in time with each and every thrust.

One of his hands cup my arse, the other holds my back.

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