Page 175 of Rebound
“They probably thought you’d be mean to them if they’re not nice to me.”
I set a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth over him. “They were nice because they like you.”
Roman gives a noncommittal shrug, slowly kissing up my neck and across my chest.
“Did you have a fun night?”
“So much fun. The dancers were so beautiful and sexy. No one could take their eyes off them,” I say.
“They can’t be more beautiful than you,” Roman says, his breath fanning across my chest. My nipples pebble and since I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress, it’s really obvious to tell. “I can never take my eyes off you.”
“Roman,” I whimper, leaning forward to kiss him. He cups a hand around my breast, rolling his thumb over the nipple. I rock against him harder, and the length of his cock drags right over my clit.
“Did you bring me a horny pussy, baby?”
I nod. “Only for you.”
Pushing two fingers inside my thong, he feels my wetness for himself and lets out a low groan. “Always so needy for me.”
I reach down, lowering his waistband. His cock slaps against his stomach and I take him in my hand, moaning at how hard he is for me.
“Push your panties aside, baby. Take me inside,” he commands. I do as he says, pushing my panties aside and lowering myself down onto him. I close my eyes, moaning at the feel of having him inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is made for me,” Roman groans. “Nothing compares to the tight, wet heat of your cunt wrapping around my cock.”
Roman grips my hips, maneuvering my body up and down his cock, using me to fuck himself. He never takes his eyes off me.
“When I saw those dancers,” I say, licking my lips, “I wondered what it would be like if I was up there, and you were watching me. Only you. No one else. The heat of your eyes on my almost naked body as I showed you enough to tease you, but never enough to satisfy.”
“You’d have me trapped, Blossom,” Roman groans. “You’re already the sun my world revolves around. I’m fascinated by your every move.”
Sweat drips down my body as our movements speed up. I want to close my eyes against the onslaught of emotions I see in Roman’s gaze, but I’m helpless. Reaching up, Roman wraps one hand around my throat and brings me forward until our lips meet. Our eyes never close.
“Remember when we thought this was temporary?” I remind him.
He told me once that I was his and there’s no going back. I don’t know why I didn’t believe him.
“This was never temporary, Lavinia. Not once. You’ve always been mine and I’ve always been yours.”
I shudder, reaching under my dress to massage my clit.
“That’s it, Blossom. Come on your husband’s cock and claim me as yours. You know you’re the only one for me.”
I come with a cry, falling forward, my forehead resting on Roman’s shoulder. He comes right along with me, groaning as he fills me up. He wraps both arms around me, holding me close as I nuzzle into his neck.
“If this is what happens when you go out with your friends, I’m going to demand you do it more often,” he says.
I laugh quietly.
At breakfast the next morning,I tell Roman about another supernatural conspiracy theory I saw on the Internet. “You should let me take you to meet the witch.”
I take a sip of my banana bread latte—that's right, my husband makes banana bread latte—and watch Roman cook his eggs. He brushes his hair off his forehead and looks at me.
There's something so soft and innocent about him in the mornings that I absolutely love. I adore the fact that I'm the only one who gets to see him this way after he’s been filthy with me the night before.
“I don't know how you sleep at night with all that shit in your head.”
“In your arms,” I reply, like it should be obvious. Roman’s cheeks turn red and this time I'm sure that he's blushing. It's so adorable.
