Page 138 of Rebound
Roman scoops up a bit of syrup and drags it down the center of my chest, licking it off with his tongue. “The syrup is so much sweeter on your skin.”
My pussy clenches, and I wince slightly. I’m still sore from last night, but I don’t want to stop.
“R-Roman,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You don’t know what it does to me, Blossom,” Roman’s voice dips low, “hearing you beg for my cock.”
I reach between us, pushing my hand under the waistband of his sweats and wrapping it around his cock. Roman hisses sharply, bucking his hips into my hand.
“Breakfast can wait,” I say. “I need you more.”
Roman’s pushing away the plates and standing. My ass lands on the table and Roman rolls his hips into me, making me arch my back and moan. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come from this.
“I wanted to wait,” Roman says. “I wanted to give you a chance to recover from last night. I wanted to take care of you.”
I twist my hand up and down over his thick cock and Roman whimpers into my mouth. I thrust my other hand into his hair, giving him a rough kiss. “You are taking care of me. A good husband takes care of his wife’s needs and right now, I need you more than I need breakfast.”
It’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties. Roman pushes his sweatpants down and we both look to where my hand is jerking up and down his shaft.
“Baby, you better stop that if you want me to fuck you.”
I release him, and Roman kneels down in front of me. My thighs are spread open on either side of his broad shoulders and he’s in eyeline with my pussy. My whole body blushes. Roman looks up at me through his lashes as he leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over me.
“This isn’t fair,” I cry. “You told me not to make you come and you’re going to make me come.”
“You have the benefit of multiple orgasms.”
I push my fingers into his hair and tug, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get my point across. He’s standing in one swift motion, his mouth meeting mine. Roman’s cock nudges against my pussy and in one quick thrust, he’s inside me.
Fucking finally.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get over the fullness of having him inside me. It feels like I’m being torn apart and put back together around him. Roman doesn’t move, his forehead resting on my shoulder and I love that, too.
I love that he takes a moment to put himself together, as if this is something sacred. And of course, it is. It’s hot, and filthy, but it’s also sweet, the way he grips my hips and breathes slowly as if he’s also trying to memorize the feel of us in this moment.
When he starts to move, his movements are slow and controlled, deliberate. He pulls all the way out before entering me again. He keeps up this slow, maddening pace for a while and I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m on the edge and he chooses to tease me.
“Stop teasing me, baby. You know you want to go faster.” I bite his bottom lip and clench my pussy around him.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Wearing my shirt with my marks all over you?” Roman asks.
He’s finally faster, harder, making me cry out. The table shifts under us, making a scraping noise as it slides against the floor.
“Yes! Roman, I’m going to… don’t stop.”
His eyes burn into mine like twin flames. He has the most beautiful eyes, the color of honey and some days I want to drown in them because I feel safe when he looks at me. I don’t think he’s seeing my flaws. Instead, he sees all of me. Isn’t that terrifying?
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To see you come on my cock?”
I shake my head, brushing away a piece of his hair that has fallen onto his forehead.
“Forever, Lavinia,” he breathes. “I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to realize I liked girls, and I only wanted you. All those nights and days, every single moment. It killed me to see you with another man. But here you are. My wife.”
I fall back, taking Roman with me. The movement causes his pelvis to grind against my clit with each thrust forward. Roman’s hand wraps around my throat as he leans down to whisper on my lips.
“I can’t wait to see my wife come around my cock.”
He breathes the words into me and the friction against my clit sets my world on fire. My body clenches as I come, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids. Words are falling out of my mouth, but I’m not aware of them. I could’ve been calling Roman a sex god and I wouldn’t care because it’s true.
