Page 83 of For The Weekend
“And you’re great with her.” He brushes a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and I should tell him I read the letter, that it broke my heart all over again, knowing what he and Mazie have been through, but I don’t want to betray the trust he’s placed in me. Hopefully, we’ll have more conversations about Amy, although now is not the time.
Because his lips are on mine, melding our mouths together. It’s intense yet soft, emotions behind every lick of his tongue as good as speaking words. I feel love and safety, comfort and passion. It’s a slow burn, his hands lazily roaming all over me, keeping the embers sizzling in my belly, but anytime I try to speed him up, he stops and offers me a shake of his head.
Almost like he’s trying to tell me something too.
In the way he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom and gently pushes me to the bed. His eyes track over me with reverence as he removes my clothing. There’s no rush, no urgency.
But there is a depth of unspoken feelings, a silent declaration in the tender glide of his hands over me like I’m precious and what we have between us is something to be treasured.
Roman worships me with his fingers and mouth, exploring every curve and dip, pressing soft words into my skin.
My beautiful girl.
Sunshine.
You’re perfect.
You’re a dream.
“God, Eloise,” he rasps against my innermost flesh. “You are sofucking sweet.” He licks up my center, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “I want to do this forever.”
I breathe out a laugh. “Please do.”
In return, he pushes my legs wider, fingertips pressing deep into them with a bruising grip. Then he deliberately scrapes his beard along my hips and thighs, grunting. An animal marking his territory.
I don’t mind.
I like the idea of being marked by him.
But when he slips his thick fingers inside me, I can’t think about anything other than the fire he stokes in my belly, the heat crawling up my spine, setting my skin aflame. I curl my fingers into his hair, keeping him in place as I reflexively fight his hold against my legs, and he releases a sound that I feel more than hear, rumbling against my clit, and it nearly sends me into a different stratosphere.
I am a panting, sweaty mess, begging to come, and when he finally crooks his fingers against my swollen inner wall, he slaps a pillow over my face to drown out my shout. Though, he doesn’t let me rest, dragging me to the edge of the bed, keeping one hand shackled around my ankle while he digs through a side table for a bottle of lube. I happily note that it is brand-new because he has to unwrap it, and the jealous shrew that popped out of its hole can slink away because Roman is mine. No one else’s.
He pops the top and squeezes a good amount on his index and middle fingers, smoothing it over the length of my pussy and inside. I’m already swollen and wet, but he mutters things about how I’m not ready for him yet. He bends to suck on one of my nipples, torturing me with his teeth and tongue until I’m squirming all over the bed, and he has to drag me back to him, flipping me over so I’m on my stomach and my feet areon the floor. He moves a pillow under my hips, so my ass is even higher, back arched slightly.
“Fuck yeah, sunshine. Look at this,” he growls a moment before his mouth is there, biting my cheek. Then he slaps it, gripping it roughly to pull them apart, revealingeverythingto him. He sinks his face down, the wiry yet soft hair of his beard a stark contrast to the wet touch of his tongue as he licks and kisses me all over before focusing on that hole. I gasp into the sheets, jerking forward, earning another smack.
“Oh god, Roman. Oh my god.”
I feel him nod, groaning like he enjoys this as much as licking my pussy. I think I do too.
After another minute, he stands up behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see him adding more lube to his fingers, dragging it from my front entrance to my back, the tip of his finger invading. “Okay?” he asks, and I nod, pushing my hips up even more, offering all of myself to him. To do with what he wants. “One day, I’ll fuck you here. But we have a lot of work to do before then, don’t we, Eloise?”
He bends, the thick and heavy length of him settling in the crease of my ass as he nips my earlobe. “What do you think, sunshine? You ready to work?”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” I mumble into the sheets, his amusement rumbling in his chest on my back.
“Nah. I like you alive and chatty. So, talk to me. You ready for me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes, daddy,” I say against his mouth, a brush of his lips against mine before he calls me his good little girl and straightens once more, pulling my hands behind, settling them at my lower back, holding them together in one of his hands, keeping me exactly where he wants me. Then he’s there, pushing his huge cock inside me, giving me a mere few seconds to get used to thefeeling before he easily slides out with all of the lube and thrusts back in. True to his word, he fucks me hard, pumping in and out in an unrelenting rhythm, and I can’t do anything but lie there, grunting and panting, my body held in place by his.
He is so deep, hitting so far inside me, that it prevents me from taking a full breath, and still, I rise on my tiptoes, needing more. Behind me, Roman grunts a “good girl” that is barely audible, like his teeth are clenched. But a moment later, he slows enough to squeeze out more lube. I’m pure sensation, so worked up and overheated that the cool gel is a shock, and I jolt. “It’s okay,” he tells me in a low, grating voice that is like sandpaper over my skin. “You’re doing so fucking good. Such a good girl, taking me so well.”
He smears the lube all over, teasing my clit with a few circles then up to where we’re connected, rubbing it all over my pussy and his cock, and up even farther. He pushes his finger inside, deeper than before, ordering, “Relax, sunshine, relax. That’s it. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
And I’ve never felt fuller as he begins to move again, but this time, it’s nowhere near as rough. It’s gentler, lazier, a slow glide in and out, his finger mimicking the movement, and I am lost somewhere in space, moaning into the bed, strands of my hair stuck to my lips, my breasts and belly pinned beneath me even as my legs quake.
I am close. So close, all it takes is one synchronized roll of his hips and thrust of his finger, and I am gone. Bright lights spark behind my eyelids and rushing fills my ears, and I feel like I’m being pulled out to sea, unable to see or hear or breathe, wave after wave hitting me, dragging me back under each time I’m about to reach the surface.
