Page 147 of Rebound
I hold my breath, afraid to make a noise or move.
“Sometimes days or weeks would go by without anyone talking to each other when my father was home. When he was gone, my mother would be lighter, but she’d spend most of her time in her greenhouse.” His eyes remain closed as he talks, like he’s trying not to show me his pain.
“It’s like it was the only opportunity she had to be truly happy, and she took it. The nannies I had kept me occupied and made sure I didn’t go after her. After a while, I stopped thinking of her and wondering if I did something wrong. When I got older, I stopped caring at all.”
I sniffle and his eyes pop open in shock. I quickly wipe away the tears escaping from my eyes.
“Baby, why are you crying?” Roman wipes my tears, kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my lips.
“I hate the thought of you being alone and I hate your parents for not caring,” I say, my voice thick with tears.
“You’re wonderful. Kind, caring, thoughtful. You took in cats because they have nowhere to go. You leave your door open for your neighbor to come and go as she pleases, and you listen to her gossip and let her teach you Polish. Your parents are never going to realize how amazing you are and I’m selfishly glad because they don’t deserve you.”
Roman cups the side of my face, brushing away my tears. “It wasn’t all bad, Blossom. I had you, remember?”
I kiss him, tears streaming down my face so there’s a saltiness to our kiss. I turn and straddle his legs, pushing my hands into his hair. I want him to have me, all of me because he’s always been mine. I might not have known that, but Roman gave himself to me a long time ago.
Roman pushes his hands under my sweater and I pull back long enough for him to pull it over my head. I shiver as the cold air hits my body. Roman’s right there to warm me, pressing hot kisses against my skin.
“I’ll never get over how perfect you are,” he whispers, placing open mouthed kisses along the globes of my breasts.
Roman’s fingers deftly unhook my bra, the straps falling off my shoulders. I remove it completely and toss it away. He lowers and wraps his lips around one nipple, pulling it into the heat of his mouth. I let out a loud moan as liquid heat pools in my belly.
No matter how many times we have sex, I’ll never get over the feeling of his mouth on my body, pleasuring me in ways no one else has ever come close.
Pushing me onto my back, Roman hovers over me.
“Why are you still dressed?” Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, I tug it over his head until his bare chest is revealed. I splay my hands all over his torso, scraping my teeth over his pecs. “You’re so beautiful.”
Roman grumbles, lowering to kiss and suck on my neck. His weight settles over me as I reach between us and unbutton his jeans, sliding my hands under his boxer briefs to wrap my hand around his hot, heavy length.
Roman groans into my neck, the sound reverberating through my body. With my other hand, I push down my pajamas. Roman shifts down my body, pulling my pajamas clean off and burying his face between my legs, dragging his tongue leisurely over my pussy.
“I used to dream about burying my head between your thighs and it’d get me so fucking hard,” he grumbles, lifting his eyes to look up at me. “No amount of cold showers were enough to calm the raging need inside me. You have no idea how much effort it takes to not keep you locked up so I can have my way with you as I please.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out, my body twisting to get away from his torturous mouth. Roman grips my hips, keeping me steady.
“Don’t move, baby. I’m eating my dessert.” His tongue circles my clit, drawing figure eights and I have to hold my breath so I don’t shift and move. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming. Roman flicks his tongue over me ceaselessly until I’m screaming his name and falling apart under him.
He pulls back, mouth glistening and arches up to kiss me. He does it every time he makes me come on his tongue and it’s still so filthy. I’m sure he does it on purpose, like he’s making me taste what he’s done to me because I’m his.
Our hands work together to push away his jeans and underwear and then his hard cock is pressed right against my center. Roman hovers over me, hands braced on either side of my head, lights from the movie flickering across his face.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“I’m always ready.” Grabbing the back of his head, I bring him down and kiss him.
“Good,” he whispers on my mouth, “because you’re going to take every single inch of my cock.” He grabs my leg, swinging it over his arm as he makes room for himself between my thighs and then thrusts forward.
“Fuck, Roman!”
He pulls back until he’s all the way out and enters me again, harder this time. “Scream as loud as you want, Blossom. There’s no one here to hear you. I’ll be merciful if you beg, but I’m not feeling benevolent. Each time I watch you take my cock, I want to push harder and harder. Take. It. All.”
The force of his thrusts is shifting my body across the floor. Roman reaches around and grabs a pillow, putting it between my head and the wall. My nails are scraping down his back, leaving my mark on him.
“I love feeling you inside me,” I say, looking into his eyes. “I feel like you’re filling up every part of me.”
Roman bites my lower lip, our harsh sounds filling the room. “You shouldn’t have told me that. You’re never getting free of me now.”
