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Thinking about leaving Rome already makes me frown. I’m not ready to be away from him.
21
Rome
I saw the look in Summer’s eyes. The way her face softened and her pupils dilated. I know tonight will be ours, and ours alone. Earlier was only a brief taste of what’s to come.
After locking up the house and shutting the plantation shutters downstairs, I make my way to the master bedroom.
All of the lights are off in the room, except for the lamp in the corner. She’s curled up on what’s been deemed her side of the bed.
I strip out of my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my boxer briefs.
“Hey,” Summer whispers out, imagine my surprise when I hold up the blanket and see she’s in only her top and a lacey pair of panties.
“Fuck, baby,” I move the comforter back and take her in, her hair is already a rumbled mess, her body is soft, and her face is heated from me taking in every fucking ounce of her.
She sits up, her legs are out, my hands find the inside of her thighs and I part them. Slowly I crawl between them until I’m face to face with the heaven that I wanted to taste earlier today.
My nose glides along the material, it’s already wet.
“Oh god,” I look up at Summer’s body. Her head is thrown back on the pillow and her hands are fisting her hair. I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet, and she’s already this fired up for me.
With that thought I push up her top, seeing she’s braless. I move my body up. The only thing between us is my boxers and her thin panties. I can feel her warmth searing me.
She helps me take her top off; we’re a mess of kissing each other everywhere we can, lips, necks, the underside of our chins. I taste every inch of her I can.
My mouth finds her nipple while my hand dives into her panties, trying to yank them off as I keep working her nipple with my tongue. She bucks me off of her and takes them off while I do the same with my own.
Her body, it was made for me and only me.
Her hands go to my cock and I have to take them off of me or this will be over before it even starts. One thing is for certain, I need her taste like I need my next breath.
“Hands off baby, if you want this to last,” I grumble. She sighs out, but then she slowly lets me go.
“Only this time, next round I’m touching you every single way I can,” she counters.
“Anything you want, next time.” I get back to work licking a path from both her nipples, to the underside, working my way down her stomach, then finally to the place I want to be most.
I take a deep inhale of breath, soaking in her scent. Summer’s writhing spurs me into action. As much as I want to tease her, I know it’s only prolonging us both.
I run my tongue along the outer lips of her pussy, nipping them along the way. Learning if she likes some pain with her pleasure, or if she only likes pleasure. When her hands dive into my hair and she pulls me more into her, I learn my answer. Two can play that game, I graze me teeth along the way.
“More, please more,” I engulf her pussy with my mouth and feast on her. Once I have her writhing more than ever before, I plunge two fingers inside her, finding her g-spot. I work her until she’s screaming my name and coming.
22
Summer
I can’t stand it anymore, I need Rome inside me now. Him getting me off with his hands and now his mouth, it’s enough to drive me crazy.
Basically, attacking him until he’s flat on his back, I kiss him. Not giving two shits that I can taste myself on him.
He has no problem with me dominating not only the kiss, but me straddling his waist while he’s the one flat on his back. My center is hovering over his cock and all it would take is one thrust of his hips upward, or me to slide down, and we’d be connected in every single way.
“Are you protected?” he asks in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah, I’m on the pill,” I respond.
“Fuck, yes,” he takes action and grabs my hips and slams me down on his hard length. I thought I was in control, or thought I wanted to be in control, but I don’t. I want Rome to take the reins and show me just what he likes.
Without breaking us apart, I’m on my back and his hips are thrusting between my thighs. I look at his face, wanting to see his eyes and know what he’s feeling. Except he’s looking down at where we’re connected. My gaze goes to where his is at and I’m locked on the picture we’re creating.
