Page 132 of Rome: The Ballerina

My hands lifted her from the seat and into my lap. She was fragile. Small. Long. Thin. Perfect. And, I missed every inch of her.

She lowered her lips onto mine. Her kisses were the sweetest. So was she. Rome had this thing about her… this silent, commanding presence. When away, you felt it. Everything was different. Nothing was the same. And, you anticipated the moment she returned.

She was soothing.

Calming.

Coaxing.

Like white noise at night when trying to get to sleep with a head full of thoughts and a heart full of pain.

“What do we have here?” I asked, sliding her right breast from the slanted part of the creation she’d made. The thin, shredded fabric made access easy. Swift. Irresistible.

“Baby.” She chuckled.

“Hm?” I asked, burying her breast in my mouth.

Her head fell backward as her back arched and her hips began rotating on my lap.

“Sai–nt.”

Her moan awakened the beast inside of me.

“Don’tSaintme, Mellow. I said I missed you.”

I slid the thin ass shirt up her thighs, exposing her pantiless pussy.

“And you ain’t got on no panties,” I whispered.

Our intentions aligned.

“I don’t have any at you–”

“You brought over a purse full of panties, baby. Because, that’s all you planned to wear at my crib. I haven’t forgotten, Rome.”

“I’m busted,” she admitted, covering my mouth with hers.

Yes the fuck you are. I thought, shoving my joggers down my legs.

Mellow’s fingers busied themselves, trying to free my dick through the hole of my boxers. I let her struggle. It gave me more time with her lips. They were a guilty pleasure of mine, just like that sweet pussy of hers.

Rome was exploring her sexual nature and I was enjoying her adventure. I was grateful she’d chosen me for the journey. She had so much pent up sexual energy that it made me wonder how the fuck she’d kept that pussy to herself so long.

Nevertheless, I was elated to help her unleash all that build up. It made her pussy wetter and my dick sloppy from that creaminess that leaked from her like frosting on top of a cinnamon roll.

Rome lifted her body, disconnecting our lips. I used the opportunity to pay close attention to her left nipple. It slipped through one of the holes she’d cut in the shirt, putting me out of my misery.

“Uhhhh–”

Her warmth surrounded me. Then, it was cold again. Then, hot. Brimming hot. She slid down my dick slowly until her ass touched my thighs again.

I’m in.

I gripped her waist and guided her upward. Her head fell back, again, inviting my teeth to the function. I moved from her breast to her neck and sunk them into her skin.

“Uhhhhh— yessssss.”

Up.

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