by Cameron Hart
“Stop it!” She laughs, trying to wiggle away from me.
Her hands find my sides, and she tries to tickle me, to no avail.
“You’re not ticklish?” She asks.
“Well, there is this one spot…”
“Oh yeah?” She tries poking me in my ribs.
“But I’ll never tell you where it is,” I grin.
She narrows her eyes before breaking out into a grin. “That’s okay. I like a challenge.”
Her little fingers try poking and prodding me, but she still doesn’t find my ticklish spot. I tickle her ribs, wondering if she has any sensitive spots of her own.
“Noooo!” She squeals and wriggles on top of me, nearly falling over.
“I see you might have a few ticklish spots as well…”
I tickle her tummy, and she gives the same reaction.
“Oh my God, stop!” Emma kicks and giggles again.
“Nope,” I grin at her, tickling her hips and ass.
“Roman! Noooo!”
I flip her on her back and tower over her.
“Are you ticklish everywhere, little one?” My fingers slide into her pussy, already wet for me.
Her laughter turns into a moan as I dip one finger inside of her tight little channel.
“Fuck, Roman…”
My lips find her neck and I nibble and suck while working her pussy over with my fingers. Emma cums on my hand so sweetly for me. Her contented sigh settles something deep inside of me. I withdraw my hand and lick it clean before turning her to her side and spooning her.
“Get some sleep, dandelion,” I whisper into her hair.
“Mmmm,” she breathes out.
I press my lips to her exposed shoulder and whisper, “My dandelion.”
Emma nods. “Your dandelion.”
My heart clenches in my chest at her words. I don’t know if she meant to say them in her head, or if it’s part of her post-orgasmic haze, but I’ll savor those words forever. I cradle her in my arms and we both drift off to sleep.
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I wake up the next morning holding the most amazing goddess in my arms. Sunlight filters through the window, silhouetting her tiny body and soft curves. There’s just enough light to make her skin glow and hair shine.
I know my little dandelion must be sore and tired. I woke her up in the middle of the night with a desperate need to sink into her warmth. She woke me up a few hours later by straddling me and lowering herself onto my already hard cock. Fuck. We’re a perfect fit. I just have to figure out how to get her to see it.
She stirs next to me, somehow snuggling closer. Her arm flops over my abs and she pulls her sexy little body flush against me. I chuckle, and she wakes up a little more. It’s just past nine in the morning. I’d let her sleep, but I have no idea what her day looks like or if she has any plans this morning.
“Mornin’, dandelion.” I brush some of her silky black hair off of her forehead.
She scrunches up her nose and buries her face into my chest, making me smile again.
“I can make us some coffee and breakfast, what sounds good?”
Emma makes the most adorable little growling noise and removes her hand from my abs to pull the covers over her head. So, my little one isn’t a morning person. Got it.
I laugh and scoot down so I’m under the covers with her. We’re face to face beneath the blankets and I can feel Emma’s warm breath on my lips. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her soft, pouty lips are pulled down in a frown. I place soft kisses on her forehead and nose before pressing my lips against hers. She opens her mouth for me and lets me in.
I break the kiss, only because if I kept going, I know I'd end up balls deep inside of her perfect pussy, and she needs time to recover from the last twelve hours.
Finally, her eyes open and she offers me a satisfied grin. “Hi,” Emma says in the cutest little scratchy morning voice.
“Hi. I was wondering what it would take to put a smile on your face this morning.”
She laughs, and the sound warms me from the inside out.
“Yeah…I’m not really a huge fan of mornings.”
“I figured that out when you growled at me,” I chuckle.
“I did not!” She protests, yanking the covers down and exposing us to fresh air.
“You definitely did, but it was cute.”
Her eyes get a playful sparkle as she narrows them at me. “I’m not cute. I’m fierce. You said so last night.” Emma growls again and rolls me on my back, pouncing on top of me like the most adorably sexy kitten.
I kiss her nose and flip us over so she’s on her back and I’m hovering over her.
“Both can be true, little one.”
She opens her mouth to argue with me, but I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her words as I slip my tongue in between her lips. Emma loops her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. When we come up for air, I rest my forehead against hers.
"So," I pant. "What do you want for breakfast?" I ask before flopping down beside her. I have to get my hard-on under control before I take her again.
“I don’t know. I usually just have coffee.”
"Not anymore. I'll make you breakfast every morning. You need to eat, dandelion. Keep up your strength so I can drain you of it later."
“Oh?” She turns to me and quirks an eyebrow up. “And how are you planning on draining me of my energy?” Emma pokes me in the stomach and then in my hip, still trying to find my ticklish spot.
“I have several ideas. Including, but not limited to this.” I tickle her belly and she squirms away from me, hopping out of bed.
“No fair!” She pouts.
“You started it,” I shrug. “Plus, now I know the easiest way to get you out of bed.”
She rolls her eyes, but I see her fighting a smile. Emma bends over, giving me a delicious view of her perky little ass. She pulls on the t-shirt I had on last night and it looks sexy as fuck on her.
“I heard something about breakfast? And waiting on me hand and foot?” She bats her long eyelashes and tilts her head to the side in a dramatic fashion.
I hop out of bed and pull her close to me, claiming her mouth in a short but passionate kiss. “Yeah, little one. I’ll give you whatever you want.” I kiss her forehead and let her go so I can put on some basketball shorts.
Emma follows me out of the room and stands on the threshold between the dining area and the kitchen. I lift her up and place her on the counter so she can sit and watch me. I like keeping an eye on her.
She tries to look annoyed by my caveman ways, but I see her biting her lip to keep the smile off her face. I turn around and rummage through the fridge to see what I have.
"Omelets sound good? I can do pancakes too if you prefer."
“Do you have cheese? For the omelets?”
“Of course. I’m not a barbarian,” I grin at her over my shoulder.
“Omelets it is then,” she says. I get to work chopping up some veggies and whisking eggs together.
“Your place is really nice. I didn’t get a chance to see much of it last night.”
I look up at her and see the faintest hint of pink on her cheeks, no doubt thinking about all of the ways we fucked throughout the night.
“Thanks. I’ve had it for a few years. I can give you a tour after breakfast if you want.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
I nod and start pouring the egg mixture into the pan on the stovetop.
“So, um…” Emma starts, looking uncomfortable. “How old are you?” She’s too cute.
“I’m thirty-one.”
“Oh. I’m only twenty-one. Is that…is that an issue? For you, I mean?”
I look over at her, fidgeting nervously and playing with the hem of her shirt. Stepping over to her, I stand in between her legs and dip my nose to her chin, nudging her head up.
“No, little one. There’s no issue for me. You’re perfect.”
She scrunches up her
nose and shakes her head. “I’m definitely not perfect.”
I open my mouth to protest, but the eggs start sizzling in the pan. “Hold that thought, dandelion.” I kiss the tip of her nose and resume my position at the stove.
Emma hops off the counter and starts getting the coffee ready while I finish up the food. It feels so goddamn good to have her in my space, getting breakfast ready with me after spending the night exploring each other’s bodies. I want this every day for the rest of our lives. I know I have a lot of work to do to get there, but I’ll keep this moment as a reminder of how good it will be once we arrive.
We sit at the breakfast bar and talk while eating breakfast. She asks about my job, my hobbies, my family, all basic first date stuff.
Oh shit.
I’m such an asshole. I’ve fucked her like a dozen times and we haven’t even been on a date yet. I’ll have to remedy that situation ASAP.
“So,” I start as both of us are cleaning up breakfast. “What are you doing next Saturday?”
“Probably whatever you’re about to invite me to,” she grins.
God, I love her so much.
Woah. I knew I loved her, pretty much from the first time we met, but I’ve been so busy trying to find her and make her mine that my brain kind of skipped over that detail. It’s amazing how that little four-letter word has the power to shift paradigms and alter the foundation of your very existence. Then again, I suppose that’s why wars are fought in its name, kingdoms rise and fall for a taste of what it has to offer.
“Unless it requires an airplane to get there, that is,” Emma breaks into my life-changing revelation.
“Is my dandelion afraid of flying?”
“No,” she scoffs. “I’m not afraid of anything. I just value my life enough not to travel around in a gigantic metal burrito suspended in the air by who knows what. Seems like a terrible idea."
She's rinsing our plates off in the sink and I come up behind her and wrap her up in my arms, kissing the top of her head. "No airplanes it is then," I mumble into her hair.
“Good,” she nods. “So. What are we doing? Or, I mean, if that’s what you were trying to ask. No worries if not. I kind of jumped the gun—”
I spin her around and place a chaste kiss on her lips to silence her doubts.
“Yeah, that was my roundabout way of asking you out on a date.”
“A date?” She balks. “Like…dinner and a movie and shit?”
I shouldn’t have called it a date. Clearly, she has some reservations about that. We’ve already been together in the most intimate of ways, but something about going on a date is scary. That’s okay. I’ll bring her around to the idea one way or another.
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but yeah. I’d like to take you out, show the world that I’m the lucky bastard who you chose to spend the evening with.” Her cheeks pink a little bit, and I know I’ve chosen the right tactic. “Besides. We don’t have to do the whole dinner and a movie thing. It’s a little cliché and stuffy for taste. Maybe I can take you to one of my favorite spots and then feed you after? No fancy French restaurants, I promise.”
“What if I like French food?” She asks as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I lift her up by her hips and set her on the counter by the sink, stepping in between her legs. Our faces are mere inches apart. “Then I’ll take you to France and we can have the real thing.”
“Mmm, but then we’d have to go on a plane,” she retorts.
I chuckle. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you, dandelion?”
She shakes her head and grins at me. “Nope. But you like the challenge.”
“Damn right I do,” I growl. I close the distance between us, dragging her bottom lip through my teeth and devouring her mouth. “Fuck, little one. I feel your dripping wet cunt against me.”
Emma moans and rubs up against me.
I drop to my knees and guide her so she’s laying down on the counter.
“I haven’t had a chance to taste you properly. Taste what’s mine.”
I grab her ankles and put her feet up on the edge of the counter, spreading her out before me.
“Goddamn, Emma. Your pretty pink pussy looks good enough to eat. Looks like I’m going to have to do just that.”
I spread her lips open with my thumbs and lick her from bottom to top, flattening my tongue to cover as much of her as I can.
“Roman! Oh, fuck!” She bucks her hips, bringing her cunt closer to my face.
I grunt and blow hot air over her clit, drawing out a moan. Diving back in, I spear my tongue inside of her entrance over and over until she cries out and tries to close her legs around my head.
I rest my hands on the insides of her thighs, prying her open once again for me to feast on. I alternate between long, slow licks up her center and hard, deep thrusts inside of her tight channel.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, so close,” she moans.
I concentrate on her clit, drawing patterns over the little bundle of nerves with my tongue as I slide two fingers into her hole. When I twist my fingers and bite her clit, she splinters apart so beautifully for me.
I replace my fingers with my tongue, lapping up her sweet honey straight from the source. I rub my thumb over her clit, drawing out her orgasm.
“Shit, shit, shit, ohmygod!” She yells as she cums again. He pussy convulses around my tongue, sending another wave of juices gushing into my mouth. Holy fuck, she tastes so good. I always want her flavor on my tongue.
“Fucking delicious, dandelion. My new favorite treat.”
I lick her one last time. Her body twitches when I reach her clit and I grin, loving the peaceful look I put on my woman’s face.
I stand up and gather her in my arms, holding her while she continues to recover from her orgasm. The sound of her phone ringing interrupts our moment.
I reluctantly let her go, and she hops down, scurrying to fish her phone out of her purse.
“It’s probably Harper, I didn’t tell her I was staying with—”
Her face pales when she finds her phone. She quickly silences it and tosses it back in her purse.
“Everything okay?” I ask, knowing she’s going to lie to me, but giving her the opportunity to be truthful anyway.
“Oh, yeah. Not Harper after all.”
Well, at least it’s not a lie.
“Do you know who it was.”
“Nope.”
I can’t tell if she’s lying or not. Maybe she doesn’t know exactly who it is, but one thing is for sure – whoever or whatever she’s running from has her number and is trying to contact her. I want to grab her shoulders and make her tell me, make her confess her secrets so I can protect her and fight off her demons so we can finally be together without anything in our way.
But I know I have to tread lightly here.
I nod and hold out my hand, gesturing for her to take it. She hops up and gladly slips her hand in mine. It calms something deep inside, knowing she needs me to ease her fears even when she won’t tell me what they are.
“Let’s take that tour, okay?”
Emma nods and smiles up at me. I’ll never get tired of her beautiful face, her stunning smile, and her bottomless eyes.
Chapter 7
Emma
Roman dropped me off at my car and I made my way home. I'm surprised I didn't get in a car accident since I barely paid attention to the road. All of my thoughts were consumed by Roman.
The way he filled me up and overwhelmed my senses, the way his hard body flexed and fit against me anytime we were together. How he was equal parts raw strength and pure passion, both working in tandem to bring me pleasure and yet tenderly hold me. I felt safe with Roman. Treasured, just like he said. And his words. God, his words. It wasn’t just heat of the moment stuff with him, he really wanted me. I couldn’t help falling into the fantasy of Roman being my forever.
By the time I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, I was practi
cally giddy. Yeah, me. Giddy. I couldn’t wait to talk to Harper about everything. Plus, I’m guessing she’ll have plenty of her own to share with me about Levi. He looked so pissed and yet relieved when he found Harper last night that I have no doubts they were able to work out the tension between them in a similar way Roman and I had last night.
Granted, for Harper that probably didn’t mean wall sex and shower sex and middle of the night sex, but I bet Levi gave her an orgasm or two.
I walk in the door and am greeted with silence. It’s already ten-thirty, and Harper is usually an early riser. I can’t imagine she went home with Levi, considering he’s staying at her dad’s house.
"Harp?" I call out into the apartment.
Nothing.
I open her bedroom door and see a lump swaddled in blankets in the middle of the bed. Harper is surrounded by tissues, and there’s an empty Ben & Jerry’s ice cream tub on her nightstand.
Well, shit.
I crawl into bed next to Harper and wrap my arms around her.
“We don’t have to talk about it. Just know I’m here for you, okay?”
I get a sniffled response and then she shuffles around in her blanket cocoon and pulls one blanket out, offering for me to join her under the covers. I snuggle down with her and hold her hand. Yeah, there’s for sure no way I’m telling her about Roman now.
First, I have to find Levi and castrate him.
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Day two of Harper Hibernation is well underway, and as momma bear, I have to take action. I storm into her room and throw the covers back, revealing a miserable shell of my best friend.
“Noooo! Whyyyy?” She protests, trying to grab the blankets from me. I toss them on the floor, so even if she retrieves them, at least she’ll be out of bed.
“Enough. I’m sorry I came up with my stupid plan in the first place if it left you like this in the end.”
Harper throws a pillow at me and then uses another one to cover her head as she curls up into a ball on her bed.
“Nope. No, ma’am. You stink. And your hair looks terrible. And your skin is all greasy.” It’s harsh, yeah, but she needs to get her shit together. I hate seeing her like this and it’s not going to get better until she makes an effort to clean herself up and move on. I know Harper is sensitive and tender where I’m sass and closed off, but I’d like to think that’s why we make a good pair. I kick her butt when she needs it, and she calms me down when I need it.