Page 59 of Falling for You
He moves his lips to kiss each of my inner thighs before gently laying me back down on the bed. He moves slowly up my body, hovering over me. I know he’s being slow and gentle for a reason, but I want it to be hard and rough. I want to forget. I want to get out of my head.
I slide out from under his arms and push him onto his back. I rip his boxers down his legs and toss them to the floor. I turn so my back is to him before sinking down on top of his cock.
He sucks in a sharp breath, not expecting the sudden move. I lean forward, gripping his calves as I move up and down quickly. Getting the pace I want from him.
He reaches around my waist and finds my clit, circling around it with the pad of his thumb. I sit up straight this time, slamming down on him so he’s fully seated inside me. Feeling so full of him, I swing my hips around in a circle so he hits every possible angle.
I throw my head back in pleasure as his hands snake around my body and rest at my throat, squeezing just enough to send a jolt of electricity down my body.
“Yes, Rome, yes.”
He grunts in response. I know he loves to hear when I scream his name.
I begin another swivel of my hips when I’m lifted up and off him completely. It’s so sexy that he can just bench my entire body to get me where he wants me. He flips me over onto my stomach and nudges my knees open with his. He places a hand on either side of my head and lowers himself down on top of me with his muscular thighs between my legs, slipping inside of me.
“You’re my favorite place to be, Sunshine. The best place in the world is right here with you.” He leans down to whisper into my ear. “We can do anything as long as we’re together, it’s us against the world.”
I whimper in response as his words edge me closer to the orgasm that’s been playing hide and seek since we started. I clench and squeeze his cock, giving me more pressure, hitting more of the spots I like. He leans down on one elbow next to me, wrapping my hair around his other fist and pulling me back to expose my neck to him. He leans down, placing kisses all along the soft skin that’s bare to him.
I lift my ass off the bed, bringing myself up to him trying to get closer. He picks up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster as the sound of our skin slapping, and his grunts fill the space. Our position is testing his physical abilities, as he pulls my hair harder, bringing my body closer to his.
My pebbled nipples graze the cool satin sheets underneath. The new sensation finally pulls me over the edge of the orgasm.
“Fuck, Rome! Yes!” My screams sound.
He stills his thrusts. Shorter, slower, harder, deeper, then he stills and I can feel him pulsing with me.
He collapses on top of me, our arms splayed out on either side of our bodies. Both of us are breathing heavily.
“That… was… exactly… what I… needed,” I get out between heavy pants.
“Need… food,” he breathes out.
Neither of us moves for another five minutes. Just laying with his weight on me is already making me feel better.
When he finally moves, he slaps my ass and I can feel it jiggling in the aftermath of his hand. I groan inwardly. I’ll need to add more hip thrusts into my workout routine.
“How would you feel about swinging by the brewery to con Clark into cooking for us, and so I can check on things to see how they’re going? Then we can get some lava cake to bring home with vanilla ice cream and peanut butter sauce?”
“You had me at conning Clark into cooking.” I jump off the bed and find the leggings and tee I was wearing earlier.
I pop into the bathroom to run a toothbrush over my teeth, the fuzzy feeling from crying yesterday, catching up to me.
I dare to peek in the mirror and see myself for the first time. My eyes are swollen and puffy, and bloodshot. My hair looks like a bird’s nest, and I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get a brush through this disaster.
“Sit.” Rome motions to the toilet.
“What?”
“Sit.” This time he takes the brush from my hands.
He gathers my hair into a ponytail, holding the base tightly in his hand as he works the brush through the bottom, working his way up.
He brushes my hair with so much care it makes me choke up.
When he finishes, he puts the brush back into my drawer, and scoops me up to put me on the vanity. He goes about brushing his own teeth, and gets my washcloth ready to wash my face as he uses his mouthwash.
He tests the water to make sure it isn’t too hot, and then gently rubs it around my face getting the skin wet before lathering my face wash in. Then finally, wiping it all away and placing a kiss on the tip of my nose.
