Pain Lived, Love Found 2

by Thalia Lake

  His hands finally found my waist and gently caressed me there before moving around to my flat stomach and then down my hips where he grabbed handfuls in each hand. He started a slow, sensual trail back up my body where he finally found my breasts. He gently cupped them as though he was holding precious gold in his hands. His eyes zeroed in on my dark nipples that peeked through the lacy material of my bra and he hungrily licked his lips. He began to gently massage them in dizzying circles, causing me to moan in pleasure. I wanted more; I needed more. I wanted his lips and hands on my bare skin, but my brain couldn’t form the words to communicate this to him. Instead, my eyes communicated my need to him, and he gave me a small, understanding smile in return. Before I could blink, my bra was unsnapped and on the floor and my breasts stood heavy and proud before him. He wasted no time touching them, caressing and massaging them before his mouth descended on one and he began to suckle it with long, soft strokes as his tongue licked and caressed my nipple in a slow, erotic rhythm. My pussy began to clench and my stomach began to tighten.

  This man is about to make me come from sucking my breast!

  “Roman, oh my God, Roman…” is all I could moan over and over.

  He said nothing but continued his dizzying assault on my very sensitive breast. I felt one of his hands pushing down my panties until they fell to my ankles, and his strong hand and fingers found my very wet pussy. He gently stroked me there, causing me to jump and moan. His expert fingers caressed my wet pussy lips up and down its seam over and over before he gently pushed a thick finger inside.

  “Ohhh!” Everything he did to me had me on high alert. My skin, my body, my mind was so attuned to him and his touch it was maddening. Everything he did brought me immense pleasure, and the pressure continued to build in the deepest recesses of my womanhood just waiting to explode. Roman tore his lips from my breast long enough to say, “You’re so tight, Baby.”

  He stood up straight but kept his finger inside of me, gently pumping. My eyes closed and my head fell back and I couldn’t stop the moans from coming out of my mouth.

  In his raspy voice, I heard him say, “Look at me.”

  I parted my eyes to look at him as I panted heavily. His thumb was now doing glorious things to my very swollen and sensitive clit and I could barely stand on my wobbly legs. He wrapped a strong arm around me to keep me steady. “I got you,” he said. His sexy eyes were smiling at me. I could tell he liked how worked up he had me. Cocky, sexy bastard!

  “I’m going to take care of you, Sarah. All I care about is your pleasure, and I promise I won’t hurt you.” As soon as he got the last word out he added another finger inside of me and began to pump deeper and faster.

  “Roman!” My juices began to run out of me and all over his hand. He curved his fingers and found a spot I never knew existed inside of me, and after a few more measured strokes of his thick, long fingers, I came hard and fast. My body convulsed and I cried out over and over as Roman continued to pump his fingers inside of me, causing another, and yet another orgasm to crash over me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t see. Before I knew it, I was being laid down in the middle of his bed even though I still felt like I was floating off into space. My stomach and legs were still trembling with aftershocks, and when I finally opened my eyes, Roman was nowhere to be found. I felt my legs being pushed open by his powerful shoulders as he crawled between them. Before I could say anything, his head was between my thighs and his mouth was devouring my highly sensitive pussy. His tongue concentrated on my clit and my hips began to buck on their own. One of his strong hands held me down as he continued his sensual assault on me and added his fingers to the mix once again. I was going crazy with this overload of pleasure.

  “Roman, please!” I begged. “I can’t take any more…”

  He didn’t listen. If anything, my desperate plea for mercy spurred him on. Soon my entire universe was exploding around me again, my throat raw from crying out in pleasure as I fought to get oxygen into my lungs. That man’s lips and tongue are delicious, deadly weapons to my body. He climbed on top of my body, kissing my thighs, stomach, hips, and the valley between my breasts until he was hovering over me. He claimed my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongues, and I became turned on even more. I needed him inside of me. Now.

  My hands were all over him, caressing, pulling, tugging - urging him to enter me. I saw how painfully erect he was as his heavy dick rested on my stomach. I reached down and stroked it gently up and down the entire shaft before concentrating on the crown of his sensitive head.

  “Shit, Sarah!” I continued to work him over with my nimble fingers.

  “Stop prolonging this and get inside of me,” I whispered huskily.

  He reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom, but I stopped him. “There’s no need for that. I can’t get pregnant.”

  I saw confusion and disappointment flash across Roman’s face as he looked down at me.

  “You never told me…” he started to say.

  “I know, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to scare you away either,” I sadly admitted.

  “It’s okay. I still love you and nothing will ever change that.” He followed his heartfelt words with the sweet, tender kiss. Shortly thereafter I felt him nudging my legs apart with his knees, and he settled between them. Our eyes locked as he slowly began to enter me. Inch by inch he entered, taking his time and allowing my body to adjust to his thick, long invasion.

  “You’re doing good, baby, just breathe and relax. Am I hurting you?”

  I was too busy moaning my pleasure as he stretched and opened me up. His dick was caressing and rubbing against so many sensitive nerve endings inside and outside of my pussy that I thought I would go crazy with pleasure.

  A few more firm strokes and he was finally completely inside of me. He stayed still for just a moment, his eyes closed and his arms shaking. I know this was hard for him, but it was just as hard for me. All I wanted to do was buck and grind my hips against him until we both came, but at the same time I never wanted our lovemaking to end.

  “You’re so tight, Baby...you feel so good. Just give me a minute,” Roman panted.

  I brought his lips down to mine and kissed him fiercely, my tongue exploring every recess of his mouth. I felt his cock jump inside of me and Roman moaned out loud.

  “Shit…”

  Finally, he began to thrust inside of me, slow and steady. But I wanted more. He sensed my need and brought his lips to my breasts and began to kiss and suckle them in time with his thrusts. My pussy began to clamp down on him on its own accord. I felt like a rocket ready to shoot off any minute; I was so turned on.

  “More, Baby, I need more. You feel so good, Roman...” He began to thrust deeper, harder and faster. All I could do was close my eyes, throw my head back, and cry out, “Yes, Baby, YES!”

  His lips and mouth continued to suckle my breasts and soon my hips began to match him thrust for thrust as I locked my legs around him. Our moans and cries mingled together as our lovemaking continued to intensify. I clawed at his back and wonderfully rounded ass, I bit his shoulder and suckled the salty skin on his neck. Then I made him release my breast so I could move my head to the right and capture his nipple with my teeth and flick it with my tongue.

  “Fuck, Baby!” Roman bit out between clenched teeth. I felt his dick grow even larger inside of me and now he was really laying down the dick. His thrusts were powerful and rhythmic as we both raced towards completion. I licked and suckled his sensitive nipple until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Baby, you’re gonna make me come, stop doing that. I don’t want to come yet, I want you to come,” he said, as he looked down at me.

  My eyes were drunk with pleasure as I looked up at him, smiling wickedly.

  I thought I would have the upper hand, but I was wrong. Roman reached down between our bodies and found my clit. He began to rub it in circles with his thumb which caused my hips to buck off the
mattress.

  “Roman! I’m coming, Baby!” My stomach muscles tensed so painfully I thought I would get a cramp in them. The pleasure radiated from my core all the way to my toes and across every other sensitive nerve ending in my body. I cried out my pleasure over and over as he continued to mercilessly massage my clit as he thrust inside of me over and over, reaching deep inside of my depths until he could go no further. Finally he pinched my sensitive nub and that was all she wrote. By hips began to buck and my pussy clamped down hard on his thick dick over and over as I cried out in pure ecstasy. I chanted Roman’s name over and over like a mantra as he watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he plummeted inside of me like a madman. I grabbed his ass and ground my hips into him and said, “Come, Baby, come for me. I want to feel you come.”

  Fucking me like there was no tomorrow, Roman let out a thunderous roar and came deeply inside of me. I felt the pulses of his dick as he shot load after load of his hot juices until he had no more to give. Our juices mingled and spilled out of my pussy and onto my thigh and the bed.

  “Goddamn you, Sarah!” Roman exclaimed as he gently fell on top of me, not allowing his full weight to crush me. It took several minutes for us to catch our breath and float back down to earth.

  Roman finally pulled out of me, and I missed him being inside of me instantly. He got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. He gently cleaned me up and then cleaned himself and took the towel back to the bathroom. When he got back in the bed, he pulled me into his arms and lovingly kissed me.

  “I love you so much, Sarah. I feel like my heart is going to explode,” he said when he finally released my lips.

  Tears came to my eyes because that is the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me, and the deep emotion I saw in Roman’s eyes touched me. “I love you too. You made me believe in love again. You made me want to live and be happy, Roman, and I only want to do that with you. I’ve lived so much pain, and now I’ve found my love...you.”

  Epilogue

  Two weeks after our trip to the U.S. Virgin Islands, Roman proposed to me during a romantic dinner at his place. I cried and happily accepted the beautiful, radiant cut, flawless, diamond ring. That weekend we went to upstate New York to meet his family. Roman told me about the strained relationship that he and his father had, but the minute his father’s eyes laid on his eldest son, I saw nothing but love. When they embraced, it was a long, tight hug full of unspoken words. I had to fight back the tears it was so touching. I knew, deep down, Roman missed his father because he talked about him a lot. Despite his father’s criminal past (and present), he loved the man. Roman’s mother was so sweet and welcomed me into their family with open arms. His brothers were cordial, but I could feel their hesitance.

  When we were alone, his father said to me, “I’ve never seen my son so happy. He’s fucking floating on cloud nine, excuse my French.”

  “He’s done the same for me, Mr. Mancini,” I said laughing. “He’s a wonderful man.”

  “Call me ‘Poppa,’ you’re family now,” Mr. Mancini said with a wink. It was the same wink Roman gave me all the time. Good Lord, he looks just like his father – handsome. His brothers were equally handsome but very different than Roman. They were all businessmen and very straight laced. Roman was also taller and more muscular than his brothers, but one thing they all did was look up to their big brother. They were leery towards me, and I understood it. I knew it was going to take a few more meetings for them to get to know me and get used to me, and if they didn’t – well, they can all kiss my ass. I would love to get along with Roman’s brothers, but they will find out soon enough that I don’t give two shits about what they think or don’t think of me.

  We enjoyed ourselves with Roman’s family that weekend, and soon they began to visit Roman and me more in Detroit for the holidays and other family get-togethers.

  Only a few months later Ace and Lola were engaged…and expecting a baby. Lola insisted that they get married before she starts showing, so Sloane and I are now helping Lola and her mom pull together a wedding in less than three months. We had our work cut out for us, but we were confident that we could do it.

  Megan and Leo are also going strong. In fact, they are going so strong that they ran off and eloped! They couldn’t be happier and are also working on starting a family soon. In the meantime, Megan opened up her own upscale, full-service hair salon, with Trevor as her partner. Their salon is located inside of Roman’s new business development in the heart of the city that opened four months later. Thinking we were celebrating Roman and his accomplishments and Megan and Trevor on their new salon, Roman presented me with a black, velvet box that was tied with a purple ribbon. Once I opened it, there was a shiny purple key inside.

  He handed me a string that was attached to a plastic-covered sign. “Pull it,” he instructed.

  I did as he instructed, and the plastic fell off and I had to blink hard to make sure what I read was correct. It was a beautiful purple-and-white sign that said “Sarah’s Wings” in beautiful gold lettering. I covered my mouth in surprise and then the tears began to flow. Right when I thought I couldn’t love this man more, he does something so sweet, something he knew would mean the world to me.

  “Oh, Roman…” I managed before I hugged him tightly around his neck. He smiled and hugged me in return.

  “I chose purple because it’s the color for domestic violence, but if you want to change it to something else you can.” I heard the worry in his voice and quickly put his fears to rest.

  “No, it’s perfect, it’s beautiful. Thank you, baby. This is the best gift anyone could have ever given me. You remembered.” I barely got out my last words before a fresh batch of tears began to roll down my face.

  “Yes, I remembered. I knew that first night we met that I would make your dream a reality. I saw in your eyes how much it meant to you to do something to help abused kids, and then when I got to know you, I understood why. I want to be a part of this with you, Sarah.” Roman reached out and caressed my cheek.

  “I can’t believe you did his for me,” I whispered, as it still hasn’t sunk in.

  “Open the door,” Roman said, smiling.

  I happily did so, anxious to see what the inside looked like. What I found instead was all of my siblings, their spouses, and Sandy, whose stomach was round with a baby. Leo, Megan, Trevor, Luca, and Philip were all there as well. I screamed and hugged them all.

  “Sandy, I owe you a butt kicking after you have that baby! How could you not tell me that you’re pregnant?

  “Trust me, it wasn’t easy keeping this from you Sarah, but Roman begged me to keep it a secret until today’s grand opening. That man loves you some kind of fierce Sarah.”

  Looking over at my soon-to-be husband laughing and talking with all of our family and friends, I could only smile in agreement. “I love him even more.”

  Roman has been talking about children and starting a family of our own a lot lately. He’s even been looking into adoption agencies for us to visit. It warmed my heart because we both have so much love to give, and there are so many children out there who need a loving home. For the first time in my life, I looked forward to the future. Soon I will be a wife, a mother, and I’ll have the chance to make a difference in the lives of abused children. To say that I’m blessed would be a huge understatement.

  Later that evening we all went out to celebrate, and we didn’t just celebrate Roman and his accomplishments, but we celebrated everyone. That’s also when I learned that, thanks to Roman, Michael and Junior were opening their third gym inside of the same business development. We had so much to celebrate: life, love, happiness, and most importantly, family. When I look at my siblings, all I can think is, We made it.

  Through the pain, the abuse, the dysfunction, we made it. We are resilient and we are here.

  The End

  About the Author: Thalia Lake was born and raised in the midwest into a big family. She discovered her love of
writing at the age of 9 and have been writing ever since. A bleeding heart romantic to the core, she loves writing and reading romantic novels that focuses on the emotional side of falling in love. To her, there’s no greater joy than exploring the process of two people meeting and falling in love, willingly or unwillingly, which ultimately proves that you can’t always control who you fall in love with. She became drawn to interracial romance stories in high school during a time when there weren’t many interracial romance books in libraries or bookstores that dealt with a black woman and white man falling in love. Her interest in the subject and the emotional intricacies that go with being in an interracial relationship is what moved her to write about it. Thalia is happily married to a wonderful man with whom she has four beautiful children with. Outside of writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, watching and playing sports, baking, reading, and listening to music.

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