Page 105 of Rebound
“Come for me, wifey. Come all over my mouth.” Romans sucks on my clit, hard. I scream with the force of my orgasm, my body shaking, hips bucking up into his mouth. Roman groans and shudders, tightening his grip on my hips to the point of pain.
I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and slow down my heartbeat. Shifting up the couch, Roman places small kisses all over my body, murmuring words of praise. “So perfect. So sweet.” I stretch out under him as something registers in my mind.
“Did you…?” Roman is hovering over me, his eyes dark, hair falling all over the place. “Did you come from eating me out?”
Dipping down, Roman places small kisses all over my chest. “Yeah, I did, baby. I’ve been dreaming of licking your perfect pussy since I was old enough to understand sex. You were literally my first sexual fantasy.”
Holy shit, NHL’s most notorious playboy just came in his pants from eating me out.
“I was?” I tilt my head back to allow him access to my neck as he kisses his way up. He hums against my neck.
“I used to think about you, every night. Do you have any idea how horny teenage boys are? Day and night, you’re all I thought about. You’re still all I think about.”
I’m completely naked underneath him, while he’s fully dressed, as he whispers the sweetest things to me. Pressing them against my skin like he wants me to carry them with me always. I trail my hand over his tattoos, stopping to finger each one, trying to memorize each curve and line. I want to know if there’s any meaning behind them or if he got them because they look nice.
“I should clean up,” I whisper.
“If you’re sure,” he whispers back. His hands continue to trail all over my body, pressing into my sides where he knows I’m ticklish. I giggle, twisting around underneath him.
“I’m sure. A UTI isn’t sexy.”
Grumbling against my neck, Roman reaches up and grabs the throw off the back of the couch. He wraps it around me before picking me up and carrying me out of the media room. The cats are in the living room, on the floor by the windows and their heads pop as Roman and I walk by, but they’re not really that interested.
“I could have walked,” I say.
“Why would you do that when I’m right here?”
It’s reminiscent of our conversation when he carried me home after my date with Ben. To think, that was only a month and half ago. Back then, I wasn’t worried about guarding my heart from Roman because I thought we were just flirting.
We enter a room that I assume is his and I turn my head around this way and that to take it all in. There’s a king bed that’s perfectly made, a black and white duvet stretching across it.
The furnishings are dark walnut, a comfy chair by the large windows with a low table next to it that’s stacked with books. I can picture Roman here at night, reading a book in that chair while one or all three of the cats stretch out on the floor next to him.
It’s so cozy I feel a sudden ache to be a part of it. Will I ever fit into his life as more than a temporary adjustment?
In the bathroom, he sets me down on the counter and stands in front of me.
“I’ll get you a t-shirt to wear.”
“Wouldn’t it look odd if I wear a t-shirt to leave the apartment and go home?” I joke.
Roman’s eyes drop down to the floor, and he covers his mouth with his hand. “You can spend the night.”
The invitation is shocking and unexpected. “I wasn’t inviting myself over.” I want to clarify in case he thinks he’s obligated to invite me to spend the night because he made me come so hard I saw stars and galaxies.
Bracing both hands on the counter, Roman leans forward and gives me a peck on the lips. “I know, Blossom. I’m inviting you over. Spend the night with me.”
I pull the throw closer around me, my shoulders coming up to my ears as I nod. “Okay. Can you also grab my bag, please?”
With another kiss, Roman leaves to grab me a t-shirt and my bag. I clean up quickly while I wait and then use the spare toothbrush in my purse to brush my teeth. I cleanse, moisturize, deodorize, and change my underwear. Yes, I carry spare underwear with me. I’m a woman, we have emergencies. Today, that emergency is having my panties ruined because I’m horny for my husband.
I take out my phone and text Jules.
Lavinia
I’m spending the night.
Jules
