by Kiki Leach
"I'm sorry, babe, but the shit was too easy. Look, they're good with all this, alright? Real good. They like you and they're good with me being happy for a change."
"Are you happy?" She threw her head back and pressed herself against me as hard as she could and tightened her arms around my neck. I grunted.
"Yeah, babe, I am." I looked straight into her face and nodded. "It took a while for me to get all the way here, but shit, all I've ever really needed in my life outside my bike and brothers was you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really, and now I have all that," I said. She smiled. "Now you should head in there and start cooking something before my appetite turns from food into something else."
"Okay." She lifted to her toes and pressed her lips against my mouth. The shit only made me even hungrier for her and I couldn't help moving my hand up her back and wrapping it around her neck to thrust my tongue in even deeper between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip of mine and as she rocked herself against my cock, I could tell that no dessert would be needed once we were finished eating, unless we had planned to have it off each other. She pulled back from me after needing to catch her breath and rested her hand on top of her chest. "My heart is beating so fast," she said.
"Yeah, babe, mine too. Doesn't help with you looking all sexy wearing my clothes like that. Sweet tits just sitting there staring at me, ready to be sucked into my mouth again and... Fuck." I slid my tongue across my bottom lip and she pushed her knees together.
"I need to go and make the food before you become an even bigger distraction for me."
"Yeah, you go on and do that shit." I kissed her again, even deeper this time. She dropped her hand down to my pants and rubbed my cock from the outside. I pushed it into her palm as hard as I could to make sure that she felt every inch of it, every goddamn inch of me, just to know for a fact how much I've always wanted her. She pulled back and gasped, then backed away from me, and while smiling, picked up one of her bags from the floor and shuffled past me into the kitchen. "How long do you think it'll take for you to cook all of what you're planning for?" I asked her.
"About an hour, maybe?" she replied, a question in her voice as if she was unsure.
Damn. That shit was too long.
"Alright, well in the meantime, I'm heading back into the shower for a cold one this time."
"A cold shower?"
"Yeah, babe. I'm gonna need it 'til I'm able to have you all to myself again. And in bed this time."
She laughed at me and rolled her eyes. I watched her for a few minutes as she moved around the kitchen, admiring the absolute hell out of everything she was. There was no way in hell that I was ever going to let anything or anybody come between us. She was mine from here on and no matter the consequences of this shit with Jeremiah and Lorenzo, if I knew one thing, it was that her being it for me would never change.
Chapter Ten
Colette
A little while after Roman was in the shower and I realized he wasn't coming back out anytime soon, I grabbed my cell from my purse and clicked through the playlist on my music app to create a little more noise inside the kitchen for myself. I hated the house being so quiet given the enormous size of nearly every room (screaming loud enough would create a serious echo) and this was a nice distraction while I was cooking. Luckily, I was able to snag a few more things from my house before heading back out here, including my charger, so my cell was at a full battery by the time I had finally made it back home.
Home.
It still felt so strange to even think of this place as being my home with Roman instead of Jeremiah. For as much and as long as I've been in love with him, I still never pictured us turning out quite like this. But so far I had no real complaints in being his wife, especially if part of his goal in keeping me happy meant kissing me like he did and touching me in ways that made my body warm and my thighs quiver. As well as made my sex feel like it was going to explode each time he dipped his fingers inside me and massaged my clit. Just remembering how he had used them on me this afternoon before taking off for the club forced me to press my legs together again while continuing to stir up the potatoes, cheddar cheese and tiny pieces of bacon I had mashed altogether inside a giant plastic bowl I found inside one of the cabinets near the fridge.
After they were whipped to perfection, I scraped them into a pot on the stove to warm them up alongside another pot of green beans and corn, and checked on the hunk of meatloaf in the oven. Everything was coming together just as I wanted and by the time Roman had finally gotten out of the shower and made his way to the kitchen, the table was set with drinks ready to be poured.
"Damn, babe." I stood at the sink filling up an ice tray and turned half-way when I heard his voice. He was wet from head to toe again, hair all over his head, eyes bright and shining. And he was wrapped in nothing but a towel for the second time today; it hugged his perfectly trimmed waist but sagged a little in the front just as before, revealing that perfect V beneath his stomach that lead straight down to his exceptionally beautiful, and deliciously large cock.
I turned my eyes back to the sink and gulped to keep from falling over. This man was completely relentless and while I enjoyed the absolute hell out of it, my heart also tended to feel as if it was going to shatter from excitement at any second for the same reason.
"I um..." I stopped to clear my throat and tried to think of words to say to him that didn't include just how much I wanted to wrap my tongue around his dick again. "I hope that you're hungry because there's enough food here to feed an entire army."
"I can see that, darlin'," he said through a soft chuckle. "But you know while I was back there in that shower, I started thinking more of what I really wanted for dinner tonight and it didn't include any of this."
"No?"
"Nope."
"Well, what did you have in mind, then?"
There was a stretch of silence before he finally answered, "You."
Oh dear.
I turned off the water after filling up the last ice tray but nearly dropped it into the sink when he moved in, pressing his hard, muscular body against my back and enveloping my waist. "Roman!" He pulled me to him without saying another word and I braced myself against the sink with my free hand, unprepared for what came next as he pressed his thick, hard penis against the side of my ass like a steel rod. I moaned and rolled my body against his pelvis. Then he dipped his head to the side of my throat, moved my hair aside and sucked my skin into his mouth. My heart pounded like a ticking time bomb inside my chest. "Roman, we need to... We need to eat before the food I cooked gets cold," I said, completely out of breath. "Especially since I've got work in the morning, and--"
"You taste so fuckin' good," he said, his voice soft and warm as his tongue danced around my pulse, as his hands began exploring my body like a roadmap. My eyes closed and I sucked on my bottom lip, embracing his touch as my sex clinched. "You're so much sweeter than you were this afternoon and I didn't think that shit could even be possible." He moved his hand up inside my tank and yanked at the cup of my bra until my left breast was free, then he slid his fingers back and forth across my extremely erect nipple and flicked it with his thumb.
"Oh my God, Roman." I wanted him to stop because it was becoming too much for me to physically handle and we still needed to eat, but my body didn't seem to agree with my thoughts on that anymore. "Roman, please."
"Please what, darlin'?" he asked, his tone teasing. I felt his lips curve up into a grin and dear God, I just needed to know the feeling of them pressed against my slit again. I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way so easily but at the same time I couldn't because I loved it too much.
I loved him too much.
"Please," I breathed, my mouth on near lockdown as my brain was suddenly unable to form any other words but one.
The ice tray fell out of my hand at that very moment and into the sink. Or I finally released it, I'm not all that sure. All I know is that I was holdin
g it one second and the next, it was tumbling out of my fingers and clanking against the metal lining as cool water flew up into my face and splashed across my neck and breasts. Roman didn't even flinch when it happened and instead started sucking me harder. His wet skin against mine mixed with the water from the sink let me know just how cold his shower really was; he felt like an icicle in comparison.
As his erection grew, I raised my arm around his neck and sagged against his chest and stomach. The move gave his other hand the perfect opportunity to crawl around to the front of my body and untie my shorts, slide his fingers down behind them and into my panties. I held my breath when he cupped me. "You know that you wearing my clothes is just about the sexiest thing a woman could ever do for me, babe, yeah?" he breathed against my skin. "And you are so fuckin' sexy, Jesus Christ."
"I only..." I stopped to exhale as his grip around me firmed. "I only put them on because I didn't have anything else to wear after I took my shower."
"A shower I was hoping you wouldn't be taking without me, but we'll have time for that kinda shit later." He chuckled, slowly brushing his nose along my jawline and cheek and inhaling the fresh, soapy scent of my skin. He growled. "But is that the only reason?"
"I--" He slid his index finger between my slit before I could even think of what to say next and teased my clit as it throbbed. My skin suddenly became so hot that I could barely touch it, and every intake of breath felt like a chore to complete. "They smelled like you," I finally told him. "I needed that today. I needed it so much after we were in your room this afternoon and--"
"Our room now, darlin', don't you forget." He pushed a finger deep inside me, then another and another. I couldn't help but clinch around him. "What's mine is yours, remember?"
"I remember." My breathing intensified; my entire body ached like crazy for his touch.
"And what's yours is mine," he said. "Just like this pussy." He pumped in and out of my sex and caressed me, making sure to slowly drag his index finger against my clit each time; my hips bucked against him in response and he moaned. "This is all mine, babe, all the time. From now 'til we reach the end of it."
"From now until forever," I told him. "I'm yours forever, Roman. This pussy is yours forever."
"That's my babe. Always saying the right thing just when I need to hear it." He nuzzled his face beneath my jaw, tickling me with his stubble, and sucked my skin into his mouth again. His soft, wet lips sent me reeling and I felt an orgasm building around his fingers.
"Roman, I need all of you inside me now," I told him, desperate to feel the length of his need for me; to know the warmth of his unrelenting desire. "Roman, I--" He pumped his fingers in and out of me even harder now, with so much more urgency, need and vigor than before. I rolled my hips to take in as much of him as I could get and when it still didn't feel like enough, I dropped my hands on top of the sink and bent forward. His cock was straight up at attention now with pre-come leaking from the tip. I reached around inside his towel to stroke him and my God, he somehow managed to feel even bigger than he did this afternoon. It made me even wetter than I was two seconds before. "Roman," I begged. "Please. I need to feel every inch of you inside me until I can't feel anything else but you ever again. Please."
Those seemed to be the magic words because within less than two seconds, he removed his hand from my breast and the other from between my legs, then shoved my hand away from his cock and turned me around to face him. He leaned in and drove his tongue so deep into my mouth that when it crashed against my own, I nearly fainted against him. The only thing holding me up aside from his hands moving down to my ass and his thickly muscled arms pulling me closer to his chest was my insatiable need to continue knowing how his lips felt crushing against my own.
I was like a volcano on the verge of erupting with the help dynamite sticks and fireworks.
When my shorts finally fell to the floor, along with his towel on top of them, he gave my ass a hard squeeze, then lowered his hands down to the back of my thighs and lifted me up high in his arms. I gasped and slinked my arms around his neck and tightened my legs around his waist, then pushed myself against his body as hard as I could to make sure that he felt all of me, and rocked my sex against the head of his cock. "Goddamn." A low growl escaped him and before I even knew what the hell was happening next, he moved me out the kitchen and back into his bedroom down the hall.
The food on the table, along with his two last beers still in his fridge, were completely forgotten.
He kicked the door open and shut it with the heel of his foot once we were inside, then walked me over to the bed and gradually released me from the strong grip of his arms and sat me down on top. I wanted to reach for him (well in truth, I wanted to run my tongue all over his wet body and slide his cock back into my mouth) but held back and tilted my head to look up into his perfect grey eyes instead; that stormy color erased every fear I ever had as he stared down at me with such a love and passion that I didn't even know could exist inside of another person before; so deep and true and honest that I knew he meant every word he had said to me before this very moment; a passion so fiery that every time he touched me, I felt like bursting into flames.
I swallowed hard and shivered as he lifted his hand to my cheek, then lowered it down to the side of my throat. When his thumb brushed against my erratic pulse, he smiled, and that's when I knew for a fact that he was it for me just as much as I had always been for him; and to say that I was more than okay with who we would become together soon after wouldn't have been remotely accurate to what I was feeling inside.
He moved in close as the silence between us practically engulfed the entire room and wrapped his other hand around my face. Then he parted his lips and unleashed his tongue, fluttering it between mine again just before indulging me with yet another deep, wet kiss. So much hotter this time, it was like a single burst of lava had just been shot right through me and landed directly between my thighs. I exhaled with every twitch of my groin, which seemed to send him over the edge, and he kissed me even harder, longer, slower, then softer than before.
I was on the verge of coming and keeling over before he had even officially taken me in the way that we both knew I finally needed. My panties were completely soaked with desire for him; my nipples were so hard that I was almost positive that they could tear straight though the cotton of his WILD REAPERS tank. I was so embarrassed at how easily he could turn me on, how easily I became wet with just a single look or touch from him, but at the same time I was so unbelievably exhilarated by all of it; by all of him.
Within a single day, Roman Starvaski had given me a freedom I never even knew I could have before, the freedom to be my complete self; someone who enjoyed sex just as much as he did and could show just what I wanted, needed and desired from him all the same. He gave me the chance to feel something real and true; the chance to know what it meant to be valued, to be loved and cared for; to be wanted. It was something I had never experienced with Jeremiah before; something I knew for the latter part of our relationship that I never would no matter how long we stayed together; or rather how long I would've forced myself to put up with it and stick by his side.
I was such a stupid woman. Too stupid for too damn long to understand just how much everything with him was so unbelievably basic and careless until now; he was so inhibited in comparison to Roman's openness, both with his words and through sex; there were times when I wouldn't even come before or after he was finished and times he didn't care if I did one way or another. All he cared about was himself; his wants and needs, if I could make him happy and keep his cock hard until he fell asleep. I guess that's why it was so easy for him to give what I thought would always be mine to someone else without apology. But what we shared was never special, it was never genuine or unique.
It never mattered enough and now I know why it didn't and never would.
When Roman finally pulled away, releasing my face and mouth from his own, I dropped back to the bed in complete and
utter bliss; just from his kisses alone, I felt spent. A wide smile lit up my face like a million-watt bulb and I squirmed against the softness of his sheets as he looked down at me with a smug, satisfied grin. Then he stepped forward, a perfect shadow of a man in the moonlight, and wagged his giant dick at me like a magic wand.
I lifted my feet from the floor to place them flat on the bed and when he leaned in to remove my panties, sliding them over thighs, across my knees and down my legs before finally dropping them to the floor, I licked my lips in anticipation of him finally plunging deep inside me. "Go slow?" I asked him, my voice soft, shaky. I was nervous as hell but all too ready for him at the same time. His eyes rolled down to my sex and I saw that hunger in them again but it was so much deeper this time, so much darker and more tantalizing than I had ever seen before; that man was far beyond ready to devour me whole and I was all too ready to let him have me at his will. "I want to feel all of you, Roman... please."
"Yeah, babe, I'll go slow for you, always," he said, his voice dark and so insanely sexy that just the sound of it made me groan with pleasure. "But that shit'll be for me too, 'cause as long as I've wanted this from you, as long as I've needed it, there's no way in hell that I won't be taking my time to taste every inch of you. With both my tongue and my cock."
After he peeled off my tank and bra and dropped them to the floor alongside my panties, I was completely naked in front of him. He grunted while staring down at me and wrapped his large hands around the back of my legs, then squeezed my calves hard until I whimpered. He rolled his tongue across his lips and dragged me down to the edge of the bed, then pressed the head of his dick against my opening and rubbed it against my clit. I swallowed back my next breath instead of releasing it as the pressure of his cock began to rile up something deep and untarnished inside of me; something I couldn't even begin to find a way of explaining with actual words. His teasing me was relentless, never-ending; but no matter how much it tortured the ever-loving shit out of me, I still couldn't seem to get enough of it.