Page 75 of For The Weekend
This man. He could not make me care for him any less, if that’s what he’s afraid of. With his gaze down, obviously expecting me to be upset over him wanting to protect his child.
That could never happen. I curl my hand around his bearded jaw so he’ll meet my eyes, and I offer him my best reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”
He blows out a relieved breath that makes me wish I were big enough to protect him. But then again, my heart is. If anything, I can cloak him with my love. Make sure he and his daughter will always be protected.
I lift Roman’s hand to my mouth, kissing Mazie’s name, tattooed across the knuckles of his right hand.
He watches me for a long time as if he doesn’t know what to do with me, and for a moment, I think I did the wrong thing. Maybe he thinks I’m babying him or treating him too delicately. What huge guy wants to have his knuckles kissed?
Mine does apparently because he lowers his forehead to mine, wrapping his free hand around my neck, breathing deeply. My heart aches for the pain he’s endured, for the little girl who’s been caught in the crossfire of her parents’ mistakes, and when he finally leans back from me, his eyes are red, mouth tight. This conversation has taken a toll on him.
I want to say something profound, something that will ease his soul, but words seem cheap in the face of his honesty. So I simply press my lips to his, a soft, lingering kiss that’s meant to comfort more than arouse.
But Roman is quick to find my hips, pulling me closer,obviously done with the sweet and honest portion of the night. I roll with it, straddling his lap.
“Change of subject,” I say, whipping off my T-shirt, and his eyes lose the sadness in them, replaced by raw lust. He rids me of my bra and takes my breasts in his hands, nothing gentle or tender about it when he pushes them together, licking and biting at the valley between them before sucking on my nipples in turn.
I grind on him, feeling his erection grow beneath me, and my pussy has no muscle memory. Just straight up ingive me that monster cockmode, and at the moment, I don’t really care that I was sore the morning after either.
I want him in me.Now.
But instead of helping me when I dive for the button on his jeans, he pushes my hands away, murmuring something that sounds a lot like “Not yet.”
Not yet?
Not yet?
Yes, yet.
Standing, I strip completely naked in front of him, flinging my bike shorts off to the side, and Roman’s laid low for a moment, surprised. He trails his gaze over me, hanging out below my waist for a while before journeying back up, and my nipples are so tight they hurt. Never mind the tingling between my legs.
“Eloise,” he growls like a reprimand, but there’s no real bite to it, especially because he pulls off his shirt then shucks down his jeans and underwear, revealing the maker of dreams and destroyer of pussies.
“Get over here,” he demands, spreading his thighs, and when I happily comply, he grabs hold of my hips with a bruising grip, pushing me down to grind against his thick length.
“What are you…?”
“Gotta get you warmed up.” He kisses me before I can protest, urging me to roll my hips, working my clit over his hard cock, and it doesn’t take long before I’m lost, whining and undulating over him. “There she is,” he rasps. “Almost there.”
I don’t remember the last time I did this—if ever—but it’s erotic and deliciously dirty. Especially with all the lights on and nothing to take away from his quiet grunts and the way our skin sounds, rubbing together, wet and purely obscene. Makes me want more. Makes me want it all.
Roman lowers his mouth to my nipples, sucking hard on one while twisting the other, and I barely start to orgasm before his hand is there, thrusting fingers inside me. It takes my breath away, and I whimper, rocking back and forth, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me as he nods over and over, his mouth so close to mine, when he licks his lips, he licks mine too. His thick fingers don’t let me rest, forcing me up another crest, and mere minutes later, I come again, spasming and shuddering, my head lolling back to my shoulders.
“You wet enough?” he asks, and it takes me a few seconds to even understand he’s talking to me.
“What?”
He growls impatiently, physically spinning me around so I’m seated on his lap, my back against his chest, his cock trapped between my butt cheeks and my knees on either side of his.
Before I even fully settle, he fists my hair. “Gimme this hair.” Tugs my head to the side. “Gimme this neck.”
He lands a hot, openmouthed kiss there while gently curling his hand around my throat. I moan. “Oh god.”
Nipping at my earlobe, he trails his fingers down to tweak at each of my nipples before palming my belly, his hips pushing up enough to lift us a few inches so we sink lower on the couch.And then he circles my clit, spreading my wetness around, making sure I’m ready to handle him.
“Please,” I beg, but he doesn’t give me what I want yet. Not untilhethinks I’m good and ready. Even as I beg and plead and yank on the back of his head.
He merely bites the slope of my neck and grates out, “Don’t rush me, girl, or I’ll fucking tear you in two, and not in the way I mean to.”
