by Cameron Hart
I lift my head up and rest my forehead on hers. “But I’d never hurt you, little one. You are too precious to me. You’re still bruised in some places, your scars still so fresh. I can’t lose control with you. Do you understand?”
She loops her arms around my neck and kisses me, slow and sweet.
“Then make love to me, Roman. I just need to feel you. I’m not broken, and I don’t want you to treat me like I am. I know you’d never hurt me. I trust you. And I don’t just give my trust away to anyone.”
She kisses me again, only this time, I take over, angling her head so I can dive deeper, taste more of her.
“Missed you, dandelion,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her again. I gently lay her down on the bed and take my time kissing and licking her body. Most of her bruises have faded, but some of the worst ones still linger, even if they don’t hurt anymore. Looking at them sends hot anger spiking through my veins.
As if sensing my hesitation, I feel Emma’s fingers thread through my hair and massage my scalp.
“I’m okay, Roman. I need this. Just be here with me.”
Moving my way down her soft body, I suck and nibble at one hip bone and then the other before hooking my thumbs in her tiny lace panties and pulling them off of her. She spreads her legs for me, and I inhale the scent of her perfect pussy. She’s already dripping for me, making my cock weep even more for her.
“Is this all for me?”
I look up at her from between her legs. She's nodding and moaning. I grin, loving the fact that she's already speechless and I've barely touched her. I dive into her wetness, lapping at her juices and licking her in slow strokes up her slit and around her clit. Emma jerks her hips towards me every time I bump her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes…Yes, fuck! Roman, more…”
I thrust two fingers inside of her and curl them up to hit that special spot. Emma cries out and bows her back off of the mattress, pulling and tugging at my hair. I suck her clit into my mouth and gently bite down.
“Holy shit! Fuck, Roman…” I replace my fingers with my tongue, loving the feeling of her walls pulsing around me while I suck down every last drop of her release.
Finally, her grip loosens, and I feel her body relax into the bed.
“So fucking beautiful, little one. I could watch you cum all day.”
“I’m game if you are,” she grins, still breathless from her orgasm.
I stand up to pull my boxer briefs down, but before I can crawl on top of Emma, she’s on her knees in front of me.
“My turn,” she says as she licks her lips.
She doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she licks me like a fucking lollipop. Emma places soft kisses up and down my hard cock, making it twitch in anticipation.
“Mmm,” she says with her lips pressed to the head of my cock.
“Emma…” I grunt. I cup the back of her head, letting her know what I need.
She looks up at me and grins, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
And then her lips wrap around my dick and she swallows me down.
“Jesus Christ!” I yell. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”
She sucks me down, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulls back. Again, and again, her devilish mouth works me over. I feel her tongue massage the sensitive vein on the underside of my cock and I almost lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, wanting this to last forever.
Emma moans around me, sending vibrations all the way up and down my spine. I jerk my head back down when I feel her delicate hands cup my balls.
When I open my eyes, I see one of Emma’s hands cupping me and the other circling her clit, dipping in and out of her hole. All the while, she’s sucking me off. It’s fucking everything.
“You like this, dandelion? Like sucking your man’s cock?”
She makes little mewling sounds, her pitch getting higher and higher. I can tell she’s close. Fuck, so am I. It’s so goddamn hot that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. But I want to cum inside of her.
“Stop,” I command. Instantly, Emma drops her hands from me and from herself as she pulls her mouth off of me with a pop.
Interesting. Seems my little one likes to follow orders. We’ll definitely be exploring that later.
I lift her up and spin us, falling with my back on the mattress and Emma on top of me.
“Ride me, Emma. Ride my huge dick and cum all over me.”
Chapter 21
Emma
I don’t waste any time straddling Roman and lining him up with my entrance. This is all I’ve wanted since I left him all those weeks ago. My body fucking craves him.
I lean down and kiss him, exploring every inch of his mouth. I taste myself on him and I know he tastes himself on me. It’s fucking hot. I’m so worked up, so swollen and needy, I know I’m not going to last long.
I impale myself on him with my tongue still deep in his mouth. Roman rips his mouth off of mine and throws his head back, growling as I take all of him inside of me in one thrust.
“Fuck, so good. Be careful, little one.”
It's sweet that he doesn't want to hurt me, but honestly, I don't think I could feel a goddamn thing right now other than mind-numbing pleasure.
Rising up on my knees again, I drop down and swivel my hips, giving us what we both need. I place my hands over his large chest and use him as leverage as I bounce up and down. His hands grip my ass, kneading the soft flesh and helping me set a punishing pace.
Before long, I’m on the sweet edge of ultimate pleasure. Roman feels it and takes over for me, his hands gripping my hips and stilling me while he fucks up into my pussy.
Each stroke hits me deep, pushing me higher, higher, higher, until I explode around him, crying out and convulsing on top of him. Roman’s strong hands hold me up as he lets me ride out my orgasm on his cock.
Before I even have a chance to recover, Roman flips us so he’s on top. Throwing both of my legs over his shoulders, he slams into me. He grunts each time he bottoms out, our flesh slapping together, our bodies rocking to the carnal rhythm we know so well.
“Fuck, Emma, so good, baby. So fucking…good,” he grunts as he snaps his hips, hitting my G-spot.
“Roman!” I cry out, clawing at the sheets.
“You. Are. Mine,” he says in between thrusts.
“I’m yours!” I scream out right as my orgasm hits me.
Roman stills deep inside of me and roars his release. One orgasm rolls into another as jet after jet of his cum hits me and eventually leaks out, trickling down my ass.
He gently moves my legs off of his shoulders and bends down over me, kissing me and stroking my tattoo. I feel more of our combined juices spill out of my swollen cunt. It’s messy and so fucking hot. Roman rolls to the side, both of us spread out in a sweaty heap on our backs.
“We should probably change the sheets,” I giggle after I catch my breath.
Roman glances over at me and grins. "Probably. But first, this." He pulls me across his chest and wraps an arm around me. I rest my head over his heart and drape a leg in between his. I feel his fingers absentmindedly trace my tattoo.
We snuggle in comfortable silence for a few minutes and then Roman nudges my head up so I’m looking in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” His eyes are full of concern. “I wasn’t gentle. I lost my fucking mind. I’m so sorry, Emma.”
I reach up and stroke his cheek. “I’m perfect, Roman. This was perfect. I needed you. Still need you.” I kiss him, slow and deep.
He breaks the kiss and places his lips on my forehead, breathing me in. “Need you too, dandelion. Always.”
I nuzzle into his neck and kiss him. “I love you, Roman.”
He doesn’t say it back and I try not to let it hurt too much.
Despite it being the middle of the afternoon, my eyes are heavy with sleep. Roman’s breathing is deep and even, letting me know he’s exhausted too. I cling to his warm, solid body and allow myself
to drift off to sleep.
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When I wake up, the sun is just starting to set. Orange light filters in through the window, perfectly lighting up Roman’s handsome face. It’s truly not fair to every other man walking the planet. He’s just that fucking sexy.
I take a moment to appreciate the straight lines and strong angles of his face, contrasted by his soft lips and the curve of his jaw. Roman's brow furrows like he's having a bad dream. I trace my finger over his stubble, and he seems to relax at my touch. I kiss the tip of his nose and carefully unwind myself from his arms.
I’m a sticky mess, but I don’t mind. Being with Roman again like that was everything. I know I’ll never be able to thank him for how he rescued me, how he never gave up on me, how good he is to me, but I want to try. I’ll show him every day that I can be worthy of his love.
After cleaning myself up and throwing on one of Roman’s t-shirts, I pad out to the kitchen to try my hand at cooking again. I won’t fly solo this time. I find Roman’s laptop and hop onto Pinterest to find an easy recipe I think I can manage with the ingredients Roman has on hand.
While the enchiladas bake, I start cleaning up the kitchen and prepping stuff for a side salad. By the time the enchiladas are ready to come out of the oven, I’ve cleaned the kitchen and dining room top to bottom. I even made a list of ingredients on hand and planned a few meals for us, along with a short shopping list of odds and ends we’ll need for the week.
I smile to myself at this new, domestic Emma. Who would have thought?
Roman is still sound asleep, so I set the oven on low to keep the enchiladas warm. I giggle to myself, loving that I wore him out so thoroughly. Hopefully not enough that he won’t be up for round two or three later. Because I am definitely going to need more of Roman’s cock before the night is done.
Chapter 22
Roman
I wake up in the dark.
Jesus, Emma wore me out.
I reach over to pull her close, but she’s not there. Panic floods my system and I bolt out of bed, yanking on basketball shorts as I throw the bedroom door open and run down the hall.
“Emma!” I yell into the house. Before she can respond, I see her getting up off the couch and running towards me, worry clouding her eyes.
I take her in my arms and kiss her, fighting for dominance as I push her to the wall. I roll my forehead against hers and close my eyes, trying to rein myself in. Fuck. I’m fucking losing it. I’m so relieved, but my body is still amped up from the adrenaline rush.
“Don’t leave me,” I growl. I know it comes out harsh, but I can’t help it.
Emma nods and I look into her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears. “I was just trying to—”
I cut her off with another kiss, possessiveness and fear still coursing through my body. “You can’t leave me. I won’t survive without you.”
“I won’t. I won’t leave you, Roman,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I know I broke us, broke your trust.” Her tears are falling freely now. I feel like an asshole, but I can’t seem to help it. I try to get control of my body, my mind. I remember my mom telling me I can’t hold this over Emma; I can’t bring it out and shame her. I don’t want that, I was just so fucking scared.
“No, dandelion. I told you I wouldn’t let you break us. I meant it.” I take a deep breath and back away from her so I’m not caging her in. She wraps her arms around my torso and buries her head in my chest. I kiss the top of her head and hold her close.
“I promise I wasn’t trying to leave. I just wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted you to love me back,” she whispers.
“What?” I grit out. I know I’m back to my angry tone, but her words fucking gut me. What on Earth made her think I don’t love her?
She’s backing away from me now and wrapping her arms around herself. I know I fucked up. This is all new territory. We’re both still so fragile, but I’m not letting her go. I won’t let her get away from me again.
“I made dinner. Hopefully it’s better than my breakfast,” she laughs nervously. “And I cleaned up. Made a shopping list. I found some candles; I hope you don’t mind. I just…I know it’s not much...”
I scoop her up in my arms and walk us over to the couch, sitting us down and draping her legs over my lap before nudging her chin up to look at me.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me. You don’t have to earn anything. I already love you. I’ve loved you since I found you in your broken-down car.”
“You love me?” She squeaks.
“So fucking much.”
“But you didn’t say it back when I told you in bed earlier. You’ve never said it.”
Shit. Haven’t I? I’m sure I have. But one look in her blue eyes full of doubt and hurt tells me I haven’t. God, I’m a fucking idiot and I’m screwing this all up.
“I didn’t hear you earlier. But that doesn’t even matter. I love you, Emma. Everything about you, pointy edges and all. Love your sass and wit, love how resilient you are. Love how protective and loyal you are. Love how you can let your guard down with me, how you trust me. Fucking love all of you, dandelion.”
“I love you too,” she tells me, her voice still shaky.
“Say it again,” I demand.
“I love you.”
“Again.” I close my eyes and let her words wash over me, replacing every last trace of fear or doubt.
“Love you, love you, love you,” she says as she kisses my nose, my chin, and finally my lips. I smile into her kiss and nibble on her bottom lip.
She pulls back with a playful grin on her face.
“Did I hear something about dinner?”
“Oh, yeah!” She jumps up and skips over to the kitchen. God, I love this woman. “Enchiladas. It’s not much, but I thought I’d start out simple and—”
I loop my arms around her waist and kiss her, cutting off her doubts.
“Baby, this is amazing. The house looks amazing. But you know you don’t have to do this. I want you for you, dandelion.”
“But what if I want to? I like taking care of you too, you know.” She smiles and I can’t help but kiss her again.
She pinches my ass and I jump back. “Hey!”
“Oh my God, did I find it? Your ticklish spot?”
“What? No…no, definitely not.”
She pinches me again and I jump.
“OMG. This is too good. I am for sure going to use this against you in the most creative of ways,” she says with a devious look in her eyes.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmhm,” she confirms.
I tickle her belly and she laughs, twisting away from me.
“Okay, okay enough of that,” she swats my arm. “Dinner is ready, mister.”
After an amazing meal, Emma and I tumble into bed together again, unable to keep our hands or mouths off of each other. Two orgasms (each) later, Emma strips the bed and throws the now filthy sheets in the wash while I run us a bath.
I just finished adding some bubble bath to the water and I turn around to see my Emma standing in the doorway of the bathroom, completely naked. I’ll never get used to how breathtakingly beautiful she is.
I take in the soft lines of her hips as they dip towards her tiny waist and then flare slightly around her perfectly small breasts, the curve of her elegant neck, the tip of her cute nose. Emma bites her lip and rakes her eyes over my naked body as well.
I hold my hand out for her and she places her hand in mine as I help her step into the tub. I get in behind her and pull her close, her back to my front.
“Love you, dandelion.”
She turns her head and kisses my cheek. “Love you too.”
I load up a washcloth with some soap and begin washing off this incredible woman in my arms. She’s so tiny I can easily bend forward and wash her ankles, her toned calves, and thighs. Emma rests her head on my shoulder as I pay special attention to the tender juncture between her legs. As much as I want to dip my fingers ins
ide and see if she's wet for me, I restrain myself. I know she has to be sore from all of the ways I ravished her body today.
Moving up, I wash her hips, her tummy, and her breasts. I run the washcloth over her shoulders and collarbone and urge Emma to lean forward, giving me her back. I massage small circles with the washcloth over her back and then drag the cloth down her right arm all the way down to her fingers.
When I move over to her left arm, I drop the washcloth and use my hand. I fumble around in the pile of clothes I left by the side of the tub and grab my great-grandmother's ring, slipping it onto Emma's hand as I kiss her neck and shoulder.
I hear Emma gasp and pull her hand away to hold it in front of her face.
“Roman…what is this?”
I circle my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder so I can look at her outstretched hand.
“It’s an engagement ring, dandelion.”
She’s silent for a second and I wonder if I picked the wrong moment to do this.
“Are you even going to ask me?” She tries sounding playful, but I hear the emotion in her voice.
“Nope.”
She laughs and then starts crying.
I turn her so she’s straddling me. Water splashes over the edge, but neither one of us seems to care. I cup the back of her neck with one hand while skimming my fingers over her tattoo with my other hand. I can’t explain it, but touching her tattoo calms me down and reminds me that we’re designed for each other.
“Emma. I’ve never met anyone like you, so strong and beautiful and sassy. Someone who keeps me on my toes and makes me ache with need. Would you do me the honor of letting me keep you forever? Would you let me take care of you, love you, treasure you for the rest of our lives?”
She rests her forehead on mine. “Only if I can take care of you and love you and treasure you too. Forever.”
“Forever,” I agree.
Emma kisses me and all of my nervous energy is swept away in her sweet touch. Her kiss promises a future brighter than either one of us previously thought possible.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, kissing the tip of her nose.