Page 93 of DadBod

“Elizabeth,” Rome whispers as he presses his big, hard thing into me rhythmically. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” Please, please, please touch me.

His fingers make their way up my legs to my center, and all I can think about is how happy I am I shaved earlier. “I’m a fucking genius.”

“You’re more than a genius.”

I giggle at his response, since he doesn’t know why I said that and I’m okay with that. “Thanks.”

When his finger delves beneath the fabric of my underwear, I moan from the anticipation alone. My body is humming, and I’ve been wet since I first sat on his lap. This isn’t going to take long.

Rome’s finger slides between my lower lips. “So wet for me.”

“Yep.”

“I want to see.”

The man is off the bed with the lights on before I can protest. I watch him shut the door and flip the lock too, which is probably something we should have done first, but things escalated pretty quickly. One good thing that came out of this, though, is I get to watch as Rome yanks off his tee. Sure, I’ve seen his chest before after a run or whatever, but here, like this, it’s way better now. I reach for him, wanting him closer, wanting to touch all that wonderful skin. When his fingers slip beneath the waistband of his sleep pants, I gasp. He’s hard. That’s very obvious. I’m staring at his fingers as they tease along that part of his pants. And tease is the perfect word, because when I look up, the jerk is smirking. “Not yet,” he growls. “We’re not there yet.”

Whatever.

Instead of showing me his goods, he moves back to the bed slowly, his eyes on my lower half. “I’m ready to see you, though.”

I cross my legs––self-conscious at his perusal because my lower half isn’t my best feature. My thighs, well, they’re natural. They belong to a real woman. I’m no Tina, that’s for sure. “Get out of your head, Elizabeth.”

Huh? How did he…?

His fingers grasp hold of the waistband of my undies, and he starts to pull them down slowly. “Is this okay, honey?” His voice has softened, sweetened.

“Yes.” I just wish the lights were off. I feel like I’m under the microscope.

Lifting my hips, he pulls them down and off. “Fucking beautiful.”

Have I mentioned how happy I am that I shaved earlier? I didn’t shave everything. I don’t like removing that. It feels weird, and it itches a lot when it grows back. Trimming is the answer for me.

Rome slides onto the bed, lying next to me now. Leaning in, our kiss is long and sensual. Sexy. His hand touches my face first. It begins its descent past my neck, over my tee, skimming my breast then onto my hip. I close my eyes so I can memorize the warmth of his hands on me. We kiss as he whispers sweet things, like “You’re so beautiful, Elizabeth.”

When his hand finds my center again, I open for him. “I want you to come on my hand, honey.”

“Okay.”

“Then, my mouth.”

Oh, shit. That sounds exciting.

Twirling his finger around my clit, he moves through me and inside. “Relax, baby. Let me inside.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I do as he asks. Instead of worrying about how I look or what it’ll feel like when his mouth is where his hand is, I let my body relax. “That’s it.” His finger pumps in and out of me. I should be embarrassed at the sounds down there, but I can’t. Not when his fingers are doing magical things. Before I know it, my back is arching off the bed and an orgasm so sweet is sweeping through my body. I was so focused on that, I didn’t even sense movement. I feel his tongue, his mouth on me, two fingers inside. My instinct is to scoot away or to push him off because seeing someone, Rome, between my legs is overwhelming. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d go so far as to say it was embarrassing, except Rome is, well, into it. Very into it. I know this because every time he licks me, he moans. And my God. It. Is. Hot.

“You taste perfect. Like honey.”

Well, I doubt that, but I’m not going to correct him right now. Instead of pulling away, I open my legs a little wider and allow myself this moment. I’ve waited a long-ass time for this, for Rome. I deserve the orgasm that’s building.

“Do you like this, Elizabeth?” I open my eyes and look down at him. Instead of answering, I place my hand on his head, run my fingers through his hair, and give it a gentle push back down.

He chuckles as he goes back to work, and I feel that laugh vibrate through my body. It must’ve been what I needed because I come. Hard.

“Wow,” I say as I feel myself settle down.

“Feel good?”

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