Page 41 of Rome: The Ballerina

Wordlessly, he stood on his feet. With one flap of the table linen, the dishes went crashing to the ground. I straightened my spine. There was no turning back. This was happening. And, I wanted more than anything for it to happen.

I was in his hands in a flash. And, then, my back was against the round table. My legs were parted and my panties were pushed aside. His head lowered. His eyes disappeared.

My back arched. He’d reached me. His tongue pressed against my clit, lifting me from the table. It was warm. Wet. inviting. Comforting. Satisfying.

“Uhhhhhhhh–”

I fought for my next breath. Everything inside of me felt tingly. I squeezed my thighs but was met with resistance. Sac pushed my legs further apart and twirled his tongue around my most sensitive spot, leaving me vulnerable. Softened. Complete mush.

“Saaaaaaaaccc!”

I strained my neck to see him. I could feel him, but the sight of him made it all real. When he released me, I felt a blood-curdling scream in the pit of my chest.

Please!

“Sac–” I whimpered, “Please.”

“Saint–” he panted as if he’d run a marathon.

He hadn’t. His face had been buried in my fields for only a half a minute. Selfishly, I was advocating for his return. He felt too good. Too right. Too real.

“Please,” I begged, feeling the tears form in my eyes.

“My name is Saint, Rome. Say it.”

As the words left him, their place of origin was back on my flesh. He sucked my clit into his mouth, disabling all my brain cells.

“Ohhh– Sai–”

“Baby–”

I squeezed my eyelids tighter, praying the voice away. I needed more time. I needed more rest. I needed more sleep. I needed more of him. The mysterious, dominating presence that visited me often but not often enough.

Please.

“Baby!”

Go away.

“Rome. Baby.”

Chemistry nudged me from my slumber. My heart cried out for the fiftieth time. My dreams were too precious. I cherished every second of them. Being awakened unexpectedly was a punch to the gut.

“Teddy–” I whimpered, “Right now?”

“We’re here.”

I opened my eyes, regretting the second I did so. Seeing Chemistry standing in front of me made me forget how angry I was that he’d interrupted my dream.

“Teddy, we’ve gone over this so many times. Don’t wake me up from my sleep. I’m begging you.”

“We’ve been grounded for two and a half hours, baby. I’ve let you sleep as long as I can. We are sitting ducks. We have to move.”

He was right. I was regretful of my chastisement instantly. Chemistry would let me sleep for twelve hours if he could. I knew it. However, my feelings were twisted and tangled up in the moment that had now passed.

He was gone again. And, I was back to reality. It had happened a hundred times before. I should've been used to it, but I doubted I’d ever get used to it. It hurts the same every time.

Every time.

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