Page 15 of Only for the Week
“Ah, fuck, J. Just like that. This shit is too good.” His jaw clamps shut, and his thighs tighten as he calls my name with reverence while joining me over the edge.
After taking a minute to collect ourselves, he pulls out of me and my pussy twitches at the loss of connection. He falls to the side of me and pulls my body into his, kissing the top of my head. It’s scary how comfortable I feel in his arms. My mind is telling me I should untangle my limbs from his and walk him out before this goes any further, but my mind is also tired as hell from the thorough fucking whereas my pussy is revitalized and begging for more. I can feel my heart trying to enter the conversation, but I don’t have time for that bitch, so I tune her right out.
“Talk to me, J. What’s on your mind?” Rome asks, staring at me intently.
I lift my hand to his face, taking in all his features up close. My thumb circles the line of his jaw just above where his beard starts. So smooth.
“You.”
He smirks, his cheek curving perfectly under my hand. “What do I have to do to stay on your mind?”
You’ve already done it.
I bite my tongue to keep from saying just that. “You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
He sits up, leaving my hand to fall to the middle of his chest, before hopping from the bed. He darts to the bathroom and for a second the fear that he might deny me and leave creeps to the surface, but before it can fully form, he comes back out sans condom and cups his hands under my ass to pull me to the edge of the bed.
“Trust me, J. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Any words I could’ve thought to say die in my throat the minute he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and carries me to the shower.
“Good morning, sunshine. How’d you sleep?” His voice is a sweet caress against the shell of my ear. I don’t open my eyes but a smile spreads across my face.
“Sleep? What’s that?” I question. I don’t know what time it is, but I know it can’t have been that long since we finally came up for air and closed our eyes. I don’t even remember feeling Rome’s body leave mine. My body must’ve realized if she kept listening to my pussy she was going to die, so she shut down on my behalf. Apparently, Rome had a little more energy though because there’s no stickiness between my legs. He must’ve cleaned me up.
My head feels lighter, so I reach my hand up to find my silk bonnet covering my braids. I was not wearing this during our last round. He found my bonnet and wrapped my hair? Never mind, there’s definitely a stickiness between my legs now.
The deep timbre of his laugh heightens my arousal and I hope he can feel the heat radiating off me as he rubs my thigh under the covers. “Hey, I tried to let you sleep. You weren’t having it.”
Damn right I wasn’t. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I drained us both completely dry.
“You complaining?”
My eyes flutter open hoping to catch his reaction to my teasing. I’m rewarded with his brilliant smile, every exquisitely white tooth on full display just for me.
“Not at all. Last night and this morning were perfect.”
“They were.”
Needing a reprieve from his menacing eyes, I turn on my side to grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s plugged up to the charger, too. Damn, he really took care of everything.
I laugh when I reread all the texts from Evie last night. I managed to remember to answer her at some point between rounds to keep her from coming to my door. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she came to my room and found Rome there. I know she wouldn’t have snitched. Hell, she probably would’ve had a field day with it, but there’s something inside of me that wants to keep him to myself.
Evie: I know your ass ain’t still on that beach!
Evie: Where you at?
Evie: Either you are the unluckiest bitch in the world and got kidnapped on your first day of vacation or you went to sleep without texting me first. Which one is it?
Evie: My bed is very comfortable so you better be kidnapped heaux. On my way
Me: Lmao my bad I dozed. Stay in bed and I’ll do the same
Evie: What did my college boyfriend used to call me?
Me: Girl what?
Evie: Making sure it’s really you and not your kidnapper
Me: Lol omg
