Coming Home Duet

by Cameron Hart

  He bites and nips at my lips before licking away the sting. I feel his tongue invade my mouth as he claims me. He owns this kiss, and I know he owns me as well. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker when this all comes crashing down, but right now all my body wants is to live here in this moment forever.

  Roman slips his hand into my panties and swipes his finger up my slit.

  “Fuck, so wet for me, Emma. Need to be inside of you, dandelion. Need to feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock.”

  “Yes, I need you inside of me, please, please…” I don’t beg for anything, but the words just tumble out of my mouth. My pussy feels empty without him. I tell myself this will be the last time I let him take me, but I know it’s a lie.

  “Gonna fuck you right here against this wall. Are you ready for that?” His words send a rush of wetness to my already soaked panties.

  “Fuck me, Roman. I need to feel you.”

  He growls and cups my ass, lifting me up. My legs go around his hips, and he pushes my panties to the side, exposing my dripping cunt. Roman slams his mouth down on mine and thrust his tongue inside my mouth at the same time his cock is entering me. The duel sensations make me moan in pleasure.

  “Shit, little one. You feel even better than I remember.”

  My hands wind around his neck, my fingernails biting into the tender skin at the base of his scalp. I pull him back towards and attack his lips, sucking his tongue inside my mouth and wrestling him for control. Our hips smack together as he fucks me hard and deep. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, pulling and pushing me, forcing me to meet him thrust for thrust.

  I throw my head back and cry out as he changes the angle, my clit rubbing the base of his cock with each thrust. Roman sucks on the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet, making my body shiver. His mouth roams lower, lower, lower, until he bites the tops of my breasts. I feel his tongue plunge inside of my cleavage. He groans and I feel it reverberate across my skin, prickling my nerves, and setting my whole body on edge.

  “Fuck, dandelion. I feel you. Feel your body shaking for me.”

  “Don’t stop, Roman. So…so close…”

  He grunts and picks up his speed. My hands slide down to his biceps, gripping him tightly, hanging on for dear life as he ravishes my body. I feel my muscles tense. I want this to be as good for him as it is for me. I squeeze my pussy around his cock, and he groans his approval, throwing his head back. I squeeze him again and again, each time bringing more pressure and pleasure to both of us.

  “Goddamn, little one. Just…fuck. So fucking good.”

  He dips his head down and presses his forehead to mine. We’re both dripping in sweat. My legs start to shake, my breaths become uneven, my body winds up higher and higher with each rough stroke.

  “Yes, yes, right there, Roman, shit…I’m…”

  I fucking fly over the ledge, free-falling, crying out his name as I cum around his huge dick. He keeps thrusting and grinding down deep inside as I convulse in his arms, shaking and whimpering out my pleasure. I can feel my juices pouring out of me, coating his shaft, causing him to make obscene noises as he slams into me again and again, chasing his own release.

  “Holy fucking shit, Emma. Love feeling you cum on my cock. Love seeing you fall apart for me.”

  I just nod, unable to speak after the intense orgasm slowly starts to fade.

  “Hang on, little one,” Roman growls.

  It’s all the warning I get before he loses control and pounds into me. He grunts each time he bottoms out, and it makes me so fucking hot. I’m still swollen and sensitive and soon I’m coming again, taking Roman with me this time.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he roars as jet after jet of cum shoots deep inside of me. His head falls to my shoulder as we both draw air into our lungs and shake from our orgasms.

  Finally, he pulls out and slides me down his body till my feet hit the floor. I try standing, but my knees give out. Roman catches me, drawing me into his warm, hard body with a strong arm around my back. His other hand is pressed against the wall behind my head, holding him steady.

  He presses his lips to the top of my head and breathes me in.

  “Jesus, little one. That was incredible. Love being inside of you.”

  I nod and kiss his chest. He leans back and nudges my head up so he can kiss me. It’s a slow, lazy kiss. One that I imagine a husband and wife would share. It’s grounding and familiar. It makes me want a future with Roman.

  Before I let that fully sink in, Roman scoops me up. I squeal and Roman seals my mouth in a quick kiss as he carries me, bridal style, deeper into his house.

  “Where are we going?” I ask with a smile on my lips. I think I actually giggle, which is a weird and new sound for me.

  He grins down at me and I feel my defenses crumbling, just a little bit.

  “Gotta clean you up, dandelion. Then I’m going to get you dirty again.”

  And just like that, I’m ready for more. I thought after two orgasms I’d be done for the night, but I have a feeling Roman will pull a few more out of me.

  I don't have time to notice much about Roman's house, what with him fucking me senseless and whatnot, but I very much appreciate what I've seen so far. Namely, the wall he fucked me against, and now this bathroom. He sets me down on my feet next to the sink while he fiddles with the shower, getting it to the right temperature. It gives me time to appreciate this gorgeous room.

  It’s huge and modern with marble countertops and gray tiles on the walls. There's a shower equipped with two showerheads, surrounded by glass walls. The thing that really catches my eye though is the massive clawfoot tub. Roman doesn't seem like the kind of guy who likes to soak in a bubble bath, but then again, I don't really know him.

  Note to self: find out more about Hot Cop before you open your legs again.

  “Time to get you out of that dress, little one,” Roman growls. His deep, sexy voice causes my eyes to snap over to him, pulling me out of my thoughts.

  I grin and lift my arms over my head, inviting him to undress me. The hunger in his eyes tells me I made the right move.

  Roman is on me in an instant, sliding his hands up my thighs and under my dress. The rough pads of his fingers skim over my sensitive flesh, causing a shiver to run down my spine, straight to my clit. I feel his lips gently press against my shoulder, then my neck, before tickling the shell of my ear.

  “Love how responsive you are, little one.”

  My breath catches in my throat as he pulls my earlobe through his teeth. He continues to inch my dress higher and higher up my body, taking his time to caress the newly exposed skin. Finally, he pulls the dress over my head and tosses it to the floor.

  I’m standing naked before him, except for my panties. We’ve had sex twice now, but he hasn’t seen all of me until this moment. What is he thinking? Am I too small for him? Was he hoping for more curves? Bigger tits?

  “Fuck, dandelion. You are so goddamn sexy. So beautiful.”

  His eyes trace over my body, starting with my face and moving down my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. He takes in my tummy, hips, and legs. And then he kneels before me and runs his fingers over the tattoo I have on the right side of my body. It starts just below my hip and runs up my ribcage, ending just beneath my right breast.

  “Dandelion…” he whispers. I feel his hot breath tickle my skin, appreciating the artwork.

  He looks up at me with those green eyes, full of wonder and questions.

  I got the tattoo the day I turned eighteen. It’s the silhouette of a dandelion with a few seeds blowing away. The background is a watercolor effect of a sunset, with yellow bleeding into orange, bleeding into red, pink, purple, and finally dark blue. I have no idea why he calls me dandelion, or what it means to him. But I know what dandelions mean to me.

  Roman hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs, following the material with open-mouthed kisses. When I step out of them, he trails more kis
ses up my thighs, hips, torso, and then swirls his tongue over one nipple and then the other, causing me to moan.

  “You’re perfect, Emma. So fucking perfect,” he mumbles against my chest.

  “And you’re too dressed,” I tease.

  Roman grins and then stands up, ridding himself of every scrap of clothing in record time. He stalks over to me and scoops me up in his arms, only setting me down once we’re both in the warm shower.

  I take my time appreciating the gorgeous man in front of me. Where I’m soft and small, Roman is chiseled and huge. I run my fingers over his pecs, tracing the ink he has scattered across his chest and arms. I flick his nipples, causing him to hiss out a breath. Trailing my fingers lower, I memorize the defined dips and curves of his muscles, appreciating the way they tense and flex under my touch.

  Roman tilts my head up with a finger under my chin, angling me so I’m staring into his stunning green eyes framed in long, dark lashes. His gaze is so full of warmth. The look does something to me. My chest feels heavy, and my head feels light. I feel Roman’s hand at the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he rolls his forehead against mine.

  “My dandelion,” he whispers.

  I don’t have it in me to argue him. Truthfully, I want to be his. I nod against his forehead and wind my arms around his torso. I should be scared of this, of him, of the way he’s making me feel safe and wanted. Like maybe I could just be here, be his. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

  Finally, Roman reaches behind me and grabs some body wash, pouring it in his hands. He massages the soap into my skin, starting with my shoulders and working his way down, paying careful attention to my breasts and the juncture between my thighs.

  Then he turns me around so my back is facing him, and he begins the process all over again. Roman gathers my hair and sweeps it off to one shoulder before bending down and placing a soft kiss on my exposed neck.

  “My dandelion,” he whispers again.

  Each time he says it binds me closer to him. I feel our hearts weaving together, becoming one in such a way that they’ll never be whole again once we’re torn apart. It may be selfish, but I can’t bring myself to stop what’s happening here between us.

  Roman spins me around again and cups my face, brushing his lips against mine and leading us in a slow, sweet kiss. His hand drops from my face and slides down to my side, rubbing my tattoo before resting on my hip. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer, deepening our kiss and spurring him on.

  It doesn’t take much for the kiss to turn heavy and all-consuming. There’s something different about this, about being together totally naked and unashamed. He lifts me up and backs me into the wall of the shower, never breaking the kiss.

  I feel his hard cock press against my tummy, and already I ache for him again. I can’t explain it; we’ve still barely held a conversation, and yet I know him. My body recognizes its home. My heart finally understands who it’s beating for. My lungs know why they must take their next breath. It was never for me. It was only for him.

  Roman trails kisses down my jaw and nibbles at my pulse point. My hips jerk when his teeth scrape along my collarbone. I feel him slowly slide into me, inch by agonizing inch. I throw my head back as he continues his steady invasion. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Roman pulls out and plunges back in, this time taking me deeper, harder.

  His movements are in contrast to the sweet kisses he’s peppering all over my skin. With each thrust, he kisses a different part of me.

  My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. The intensity of my emotions mix with Roman’s sweet kisses, and the world closes in around me all at once. I shut my eyes and pray that the stream of the shower masks the tears rolling down my cheeks.

  Roman cums inside of me a second later, grunting his release. I cry out as another intense wave of pleasure and emotion rolls through my body. It’s not a cry of pleasure though, it’s a sob.

  Roman tries to pull out and set me down, but I cling to him even harder, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

  “I’m right here, dandelion. I’ve got you,” he whispers while holding me close.

  “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what’s wrong…”

  “Shh, it’s okay, little one. I know.”

  I’m not sure if he’s saying he knows what’s wrong, or if he’s acknowledging that I don’t know what’s wrong. Either way, I just nod into his neck and let him comfort me.

  I’m vaguely aware of Roman shutting off the water and carrying me somewhere. When I open my eyes again, I’m curled up into his side, in a huge, comfy bed. Roman has one arm wrapped around my back, holding me close, while his other hand is tracing my tattoo.

  I look up and see his brow furrowed in concern, his green eyes looking me over with care. I give him a watery smile, and he kisses my forehead.

  “Why do you call me dandelion?” I finally ask after a few moments of silence.

  Chapter 6

  Roman

  God, Emma is so fucking perfect. When I stripped her bare and saw her perky tits, slender waist, and toned legs, I found it hard to breathe. And then when I saw her tattoo… I almost passed out.

  The gorgeous dandelion with a swirl of colors in the background confirmed what I knew to be true all along: Emma is mine.

  She looks up at me for the first time since the moment we shared in the shower. I don’t think she’s ever felt loved like this. I kiss her forehead and she smiles through her tears.

  So goddamn beautiful.

  “Why do you call me dandelion?”

  I smile down at her and comb my fingers through her wet hair, twirling the ends around my fingers.

  “When I first saw you wrestling that window, I knew you were tiny but fierce. And when I saw you battle through your panic attack, I knew you were a warrior. But when you looked at me with those blue eyes full of vulnerability and strength? I knew you were someone who wouldn’t easily be trampled, no matter what life throws your way. Like a little dandelion, who finds a way to keep growing, even in the harshest of environments.”

  Emma tries to hide her face from me, but I tug her hair and make her look up.

  “It’s no coincidence we found each other, my little dandelion. Do you believe me now?”

  I swear I can see all of her thoughts playing out in her eyes. I can’t tell if she’s more hopeful or scared, but I keep my gaze steady and anchor her to me. If she’ll let me, I’ll be the one to calm the storm inside her every single time. I’ll keep her grounded when she feels lost at sea. I’ll be everything for her, just like she already is for me.

  Finally, Emma nods and places a kiss over my heart. I’m not really expecting an answer, but I want her to be thinking about it. About us. She rests her cheek on my chest and traces my tattoos just like I’m tracing hers. It feels so damn good having her here by my side, in my bed.

  “Why did you get your tattoo?” I ask.

  Her fingers stop their motion on my chest and she’s silent for so long I think she might not answer me. Finally, she takes a breath and resumes drawing on my skin.

  "I’ve always loved dandelions. They were the only thing that grew around my house when I was a kid. Like you said, I love how they are resilient. It's silly, but I wanted to be like a dandelion when I grew up. Strong and beautiful." I feel her smile against my chest, and I run a hand up and down her spine. She's so fucking it for me.

  “Looks like you succeeded,” I tell her before kissing the top of her head.

  She doesn’t acknowledge my comment, and I didn’t really expect her to. She’ll get used to my compliments over time.

  After a beat, Emma continues. “Something…happened. When I was sixteen. I thought it would break me, but it didn’t. I had to leave home and Harper gave me a safe place to land. I moved in with her and she always had a bouquet of dandelions in our room, reminding me that I’m stronger than I think.”

  This is the most she’s eve
r shared about herself, and while it’s not much on the surface, I can tell it’s everything to her. I’ve been trained to pick apart every detail of every story someone tells. She’s giving me more information than she thinks she is, and I’ll take every last bread crumb she throws my way.

  I choose my next words wisely, not wanting to shut her down, but hoping to get some more information from her.

  “When did you and Harper meet?”

  I can tell Emma is also choosing her next words wisely, wanting to answer me without giving too much away. It’s progress.

  “Harper and her dad moved to town when we both were in sixth grade. She came in the middle of the school year and I remember seeing her standing in the lunchroom with her tray of mac n cheese looking so lost. I had wanted a friend for so long, and she looked like she could use one too. So I grabbed her arm and practically dragged her over to my table. We’ve been inseparable ever since. She’s always been this bright, innocent light in my life, and it makes me feel good about myself that she wants to be around me, ya know?”

  Her words tug at my heart. She’s letting me see into some of her insecurities. Emma is this strong defender with a shield of humor and sass, but underneath it all, she doesn’t think she’s good enough for anyone. I’ll make damn sure she knows just how valuable and worthy she is every fucking day.

  She clears her throat, and I can tell she thinks she shared too much. “Anyway. So, that’s Harper and me. We are roommates now, in our last semester at GSU.”

  I want to ask more – where did you grow up, what’s your major, how many kids do you want and when can we start a family? All in good time. I’m encouraged by how much she was willing to open up to me tonight and I can only hope she doesn’t regret it in the morning.

  Wrapping my arms around Emma, I pull her on top of me.

  “Hey!” She squeals, but she has a smile on her face.

  “Thanks for telling me all of that, dandelion,” I say before peppering kisses all over her face. Emma giggles and the sound warms me all over, bringing me more joy than I thought was possible.