by Kenya Wright
“Yes.”
“I thought it was a joke.”
“It wasn’t. I’ve imagined you for a long time, Emi. I think today is the first time I’ve finally allowed myself to realize that I want something more from you.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.” I let her go and rubbed my lips, wishing they were all over her body. I shouldn’t have even brought all of this up, but I couldn’t ignore it. Especially with the romantic atmosphere around us, pumping the air with passion, lust, and soothing music.
“This is so weird,” she muttered.
“But do you feel something for me?”
“Of course.”
“Then it’s probably going to keep getting weird because we have a lot of things to face.”
“We do?”
“Yes.” I wished I could say it all myself, but she had to be there. She had to see all of it with her own eyes and then hear the conversation that I would have with the Devil. Butter hadn’t called yet, so I knew that evil man was still on his way. As long as I beat him to the room first, we’d be fine.
“We should go,” I said.
“Where?”
“To the next room.”
“And then what? How many rooms am I going to need to see, before this interview starts to make sense?”
“Just one more room. The next one. We go in there, and then all of your questions will be answered.”
She brought her hand to her chest.
I drew her into my arms. “Are you scared?”
“Yes. Should I be?”
“Yes, but you’ll still get the chance to back out.”
She frowned. “I don’t know if I could back out, Roman. You’re starting to mean something to me. Not like. . .it’s not like I’m in love with you, but I’m starting to care enough about your safety.”
“Good.”
“I’m not in love or anything,” she mumbled.
“Of course. It’s just that if you saw that I was dead in the newspaper the next morning, you may have a hard time eating breakfast.”
“Yes. I would have a hard time eating that week.”
I grinned. “So I’m getting to you?”
“Hey, I said that I’m beginning to care about you.”
“I told you that you were the one that was lucky.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
I captured her lips, slipping my tongue in and out of her mouth. My cock came back into action, trying to change the plan and convince me to lay her on the ground and make love to her by that fire.
As if she heard me, she lowered to the ground herself and nudged at my hands. “My feet are starting to hurt. Do you mind, if we sit for a minute?”
“Fuck. I forget that you have heels on. Yes, of course.” I got down next to her. “We can relax for a few minutes, but soon we really should go into the next room. I think I’ve been avoiding this part of the interview. I’ve been letting that lovely face of yours distract me.”
“There you go with your flirting.”
“You’re something special, Emi. I’ve never been around a woman and wanted to know so much about her, as well as, make her scream in pleasure as much as I want to with you. No one else.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re known as an international player. The Sex Tycoon of Europe.”
“Do you believe in soul mates?”
She giggled. “Stop it. You do not think that I’m your soul mate.”
“Not soulmates, but something close to it.”
“What?”
Sighing, I admitted to her what I’d been thinking. “I think we’re twin flames, if that truly is a real thing.”
CHAPTER 9
Emi
The fake fire sparkled around us. Roman was such an amazing man with a creative mind. He’d taken sex and partying to another level. And as we walked through this castle decorated from his fantastical merging of sex and history, I learned more about the world, people, him, and even myself.
I realized that all of that limiting myself from real connections with men, had taken away some of the joy in life. Each minute spent with Roman felt good. I relished in him—from his voice to the simple way he always kept his hands and lips on me.
At first, I thought it was all about lust and hormones. That only my pussy guided this craziness along, but now I was thinking it was something else. He told me that the next room would be the real reason why he needed me here. I knew everything would probably change after that room.
That was the real reason why I wanted to sit down. I had to prolong this moment between us longer. Enjoy him while I could, before I experienced the worst.
I squeezed his hand as it sat in my lap. “What are twin flames? I’ve never heard of that before.”
“Some ancient philosophers believe that at the moment of a soul’s creation it is split into two halves. One half is the divine masculine. The other is the divine feminine. So a twin flame is basically the other half of your soul.”
Say what?
I raised my eyebrows. “You think I’m the other half of your soul?”
“I think it’s worth exploring. I’m not a spiritual person, but I’m a fan of rituals and ancient beliefs. Many talk about the moment when you meet your twin flame. Energy burns inside of the person, so much that it makes him or her crazy. At times, they can only rid themselves of that hungry blaze, when they unite, their bodies slipping against each other, with no clothes or anything separating their flesh from each other.”
I blinked. “You’re really good.”
“What?”
“Like. . .you’re really good at getting women out of their panties.” I held up my hand. “And I’m trying to insult you. It’s just that ever since I’ve been around you, I’ve wanted to give you my panties, just take them off and let you do whatever you want with me and them.”
A smile appeared on his face. “I am good at getting women out of their panties, but for you, Emi, I’m not even trying to do that. You’re the one that’s enticing me. You’re the one that has me acting differently. You’re the one that has me so confused, I’m thinking about old mystic concepts of love and life.”
“I have you confused? My thoughts are chaotic. And it makes me nervous.”
“We could mean something to each other. More than sex. We should explore it.”
“But—”
He snared my attention away with a kiss. A hot one. Something blazing with fire, like twin flames. I burned with him.
He was the only drug I wanted to be intoxicated on. The only remedy to what I thought was a cure. I’d walked this earth, thinking that I didn’t need to get close to men, that my career and titles would be enough. That all of this lovey dovey stuff could wait. And the first time his lips touched my skin, I knew it all was a lie.
Lies and lies. I don’t know what this is or what we are, but I want it badly.
His kisses put me into a frenzy of emotions. Lust collided with fear. My hormones rocked in my sex. While my heart beat to my brain that mocked us all.
“Fuck this.” He yanked the top of my gown down. My breasts flopped out of the corset. My nipples jiggled as they stiffened and greeted his eyes. He lapped at them and moaned, “I’m going to take you right here.”
His touch drove me to insanity.
“Yes,” I panted. “Take me right here.”
So close, he smelled expensive and new and so much like a man that I could dream of for days as I lay on the beach listening to blue waves crash into each other. He engulfed my senses. Stole them away with each touch of his fingertips and every lap of his tongue. He squeezed my nipples and I couldn’t take anymore, falling to the floor.
“Damn it.” He searched the back of my gown. “How do I take this off?”
“The hooks are in the back.”
“Hook?” His voice rose within the flames and the quartet’s music. “Next time I dress you, it will be with zippers and easy fabric that rips apart.
My hoop skirt bulged around us, and he gave up on messing with the back. Instead he jumped back, lifted that hoop skirt up, and got between my legs.
Feathers and silk fell around me. A soft breeze wisped along my legs. I couldn’t see him down there through the wall of fabric, but I could feel those fingertips and that wet tongue, playing along my thighs.
By the time, he tip-toed his fingers up to the garters I was wriggling and begging him to tear my panties off. The music rose in the air. Thankfully, no one walked around us, not that I could care anymore as his fingers made their way to my panties.
Fabric ripped around my pussy, sending wicked shivers up my body. I melted there. In that moment. I liquefied, when his fingers touched that hungry, wet flesh folded, but bare to him.
“Oh, Emi.”
His mask slung over my gown, he must have torn it off and threw it, not caring where it landed as long as his mouth was free to do all the things he wanted.
And he did. He healed my pussy from all the things that ailed her. I’d been lost and unsatisfied, bringing strangers to my bed that couldn’t even hold a candle to him. And now Roman had come, and done magical things to that space between my thighs.
An orgasm bloomed just like the flowers hovering and surrounding us. Every lick was a petal opening to the sun. Each dip of his tongue made my rose sparkle. Because of my ridiculous gown, I couldn’t get my hands to his head, so I fingered my nipples. I flicked and toyed with them as he drove me crazy, sucking and licking and drinking me dry.
“Oh, Roman.”
He grunted and sucked on my clit.
“Oh, Roman, baby. Don’t stop.”
I bucked into that hard, sculpted face like probably thousands of women all over the world dreamed of doing. I rubbed my pussy up his chiseled jaw and sent a slippery trail along his nose, making him mine, dominating his flesh with my juices, imprinting my scent into him. I relished in the power. I knew that at some point while he was driving me mad, others had come around and to bear witness to our craziness.
“Oh fuck, Roman. I’m so close.” I could care less who saw me. “Oh don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
A woman whispered to someone behind me, “Oh look how he eats her. It’s like he’s never been fed in his life. Do it to me that way.”
“Come on,” another man replied.
Roman thrust his tongue into me, before I could see who it was. Passion danced along every pore. There was nothing else in my mind, but that orgasm and the rush of blood as I began to explode.
“Oh, Roman.” I closed my eyes. I drowned in him as only a woman who dives into love so fast could.
I sank down into his scent and the pleasure of his tongue. I gave up, my legs became tired of struggling to bring me back to the surface. I dropped into myself, wondering why I’d never felt this with any other man, and how could he do this to me with only his mouth.
And finally I came. The orgasm hammered into me. I became oxygen deprived, only breathing in him and the lust. The music left my ears. The light and whole party disappeared. All I could do was ride his face and mumble over and over, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Before I could even catch my breath, Roman got behind me and began battling those hooks on my gown.
Anger laced his words. “I will get this damn dress off, tonight.”
“Don’t rip it.” I giggled.
“Aww, don’t rip it. Says the lady who has just come all over my face. How do you feel, Emi?”
“So good.”
“Don’t you want to feel even better.” He nipped at the back of my neck and began to unhook my gown one by one. “Finally. I thought I was going to have to get a knife.”
“Thank God.”
“This should be in private.” He landed kisses on my back as he pulled my gown down. “No one should be able to stroll by and see how enchanting you look. No one should be able to see these beautiful breasts.”
He reached his hand around to them and tenderly squeezed my nipples. “There’s nothing more bewitching than a naked woman, but Emi, you are magic on a higher level. I don’t want other men knowing what they’re missing. I want you all to myself.”
“Oh really?” I glanced at my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re becoming possessive already.”
“I damn sure am.” He shoved the gown down over my hips, forcing the hook skirt away, and exposing me even more to the bonfire. Every now and then, a couple or two strolled by, but no one ever remained.
What did they think as he unraveled me on the grassy ground among bouquets of lovely flowers? What did they think as he tore away at his own clothes, dropping them here and there?
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Excitement buzzed through me as we both undressed.
“I can believe it.” He dove for me like a crazy person.
I shrieked. “Roman.”
“Don’t you Roman me.” He gathered me into his arms. “You’ve been flirting and driving me crazy this whole interview. You’ve been challenging me.”
“I have not.”
“I’ll show you.”
“What?”
“I’ll show you how bad I’ve wanted you all night.” He flipped me over.
“Yes, show me.” I got on all fours, and never had I let any man in my life do that to me. But I wanted him so bad and I couldn’t care less. I craved his cock, needed it deep inside of me.
And he thrust in me. I’d thought I’d been high already. I was wrong. His cock inside of me was like heroine injected into the blood stream. My brain was charged. My endorphins sparked on over drive. My head tripped on him and the pumping that he did with smooth motion, making me curl my toes and mumble his name.
“Oh, Roman, baby, show me.”
CHAPTER 10
Roman
I can’t stop. I just can’t.
Emi was soft and her breasts were warm and her thighs lush and skin rich. All I could do was touch every inch of her flesh. And when I did, she responded twisting those hips just right and rocking into me like she’d learned how to fuck me in school and graduated head of the class.
Yes. Baby. Why do you feel so damn good?
I’d mocked men for being pussy-whipped back in the day. I’d thought it was stupid to think that space between one woman’s thighs could make him go crazy. Sure, women made me insane, but not one woman.
Where did you come from, sweet Emi?
But there I was on the ground in my own Beltane designed room, pounding into this woman I’d just met. I had things to do and I’d refused to do them, just to taste her. And damn she tasted so fucking good. I would’ve feasted if I had more time.
This pussy was made just for me.
So perfectly shaped, her breasts were not too big or small, but all mine. Her voice was so sweet that when she moaned my body fused with energy and I had to pump even more. My cock ready to explode inside of her. We hadn’t used a condom. That was another first in my life. I just had to feel that wet pussy hug my cock and I just didn’t give a damn.
That was what pussy-whipped meant. I’d just understood the concept, right as I thrust deeply into her.
“You’re changing everything.” I gripped her hips and stroked her insides with my cock, loving the way her flesh felt around me, relishing in how she threw her head back and pulled her mask off. “Oh, Emi, you’re so beautiful.”
Even her collar bone drove me wild, delicate and leading to those supple mounds that swung back and forth as I pushed and plunged her with my hungry cock. She amazed me. And my cock couldn’t get fed in just this moment, but he kept plowing forward, hoping to make it last as long as he could.
“Oh, Emi!” I grunted and rocked. “Emi, I need this, baby. I need you.”
I bucked in her some more. My cock, loaded and throbbing at the tip, I came hard inside of her, spurting and filling her pussy. I licked my lips and gently grabbed the back of her head, tenderly pulling it back and rocking in her pussy some more.
She was mine. And it held no logic, but
it was the truth. No one else could touch this pussy. No one else could feel what I had just felt—a perfect union of lust and passion. A mingling of blood-curdling hot sex that made the average person think that they were close to dying if they came any longer.
“Oh, Roman.”
And God only knew how long I had spent in that pussy, rocking back and forth with my eyes closed and my hand gripping the back of her head, as that orgasm rode my body hard. Mercy! God! This feels too good! All I could do was groan and rock my hips and hope we didn’t fall into the bonfire.
How could we not be twin flames? Our souls damn sure united when my cock slipped inside of her. I felt complete for the first time. Whole. Full, when I was the one doing the filling. Surrounded with pleasureful pressure, when I was the one doing the thrusting and pumping. How could we not be twin flames?
When I could finally stop pushing inside of her, when my cock finally emptied and went limp from so much, when I could slowly let go of her hair, I took in a long breath and crashed to the floor. “Fuck, Emi, that pussy should be illegal.”
“My pussy? I think that was your cock.” She lay on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her to me. “I haven’t had sex with over a hundred women. I just have to tell you that. It’s just one of those rumors that I don’t feel the need to correct.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” She grinned.
“That being said, I’ve been with many women. I’m clean, disease-free, and have dedicated my life to safe sex. However, never, ever, have I enjoyed sex that much in my life.” I gripped her chin and made sure she was looking into my eyes. “Promise me that no matter what you see in the next room, you’ll explore this with me.”
“I can’t do that. What if it’s horrible?”
It is horrible.
Sighing, I looked around and gave up. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get into it. There were definitely cameras and microphones everywhere. Something could be in this bonfire that we’d just made love next to.
My phone rang, before I could say anything else.
“Shit.” I let go of her, searched for my pants, and pulled it out. “Hello?”
“What the fuck, man?” Butter’s voice held no amusement. “You should be in the fourth room by now.”