Heartfelt

by Danielle Allen

  “No movie,” she purred, lifting off of the bed slightly, moving her entire back against my entire front. “I want you.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” I growled heatedly.

  “I want to feel your lips on me.”

  My skin grew hot at the way her voice sounded. It was breathy and sexy.

  A low guttural sound erupted out of me as I raised up onto my knees, flipping her onto her back quickly. Her breasts jiggled with the movement. I couldn’t help running my hands over them, tweaking her nipples, as I situated myself between her thighs.

  Alternating kisses on the inside of each thigh, I paused, inhaling her sweet smell.

  Wait for it, I demanded of myself, savoring the scent of her arousal. But I wasn’t even sure I was able to wait. My dick pressed angrily into the comforter. It ached to be where it felt most comfortable.

  And there was no where I felt more comfortable than here.

  Blowing against her wetness, Bianca’s body twitched.

  “Ro…” She stretched my name out in a way that called to some base need deep inside of me.

  With a growl, my fingers flexed against her hips. My lips parted, trembling with excitement. I was fighting myself to let the tension build as I waited for the most gratifying moment that never failed to excite me.

  “Ro…Please. Please, lick my pu—”

  I love it when she begs, I thought as I licked the smooth skin of her slit.

  She arched her back, rotating her body into the steady strokes of my tongue. The more vocal she became, the more focused on her clit I became.

  “Oh my God.” She cried out as I alternated between sucking and flicking her clit. “Oh…my…God.”

  Opening my eyes, I watched as she pulled at her hair. Her eyes were shut tight and her face was flushed. Her mouth opened as she cried out. Even after the noise died out, her mouth remained open.

  That’s so fucking hot.

  I slipped two fingers inside of her and the heat alone made me groan.

  “Shit, B,” I murmured against her skin.

  I played with her until I felt the tension building in her entire lower body.

  “Yes…Yes…Please don’t stop,” she panted as I alternated between running my fingers over her g-spot and sucking on her clit.

  Her moans became louder and more insistent as I felt her tightening around my fingers. Rolling her clit between my lips, she feverishly gyrated against my hand and tongue. Grabbing the back of my head, she held me tightly against her. Although I couldn’t move my head, I continued massaging her from the inside while swirling my tongue against her.

  “Ro,” she panted. “Ro, I—”

  Bianca’s words broke off abruptly as a low feral moan escaped her lips. Her arms released the hold on my head and slammed against the plush comforter. Her legs locked around me and her lower body lifted off of the bed, shaking. With her chest lifted and her head back, I watched her body roll as each wave of pleasure hit her. When her legs went slack, she placed her hand over her heart, breathing heavily.

  When she opened her eyes, meeting mine, my heart faltered.

  She was an incredible beauty. Her hair wild, her eyes wide and her chest heaving, she was breathtaking. I let my eyes skim her naked form, worshipping her.

  Licking my lips, I rose up on my knees. I eyed her splayed out in front of me as I used my thumb and forefinger to wipe the corners of my mouth.

  “I’m going to take care of you.” I uttered the words so softly that I didn’t think she heard me.

  She smiled languidly, wrapping her legs around my waist. “You’ve already taken good care of me.” She reached for me, encircling her fingers around my shaft. “Now I want to take care of you.”

  I inhaled sharply. Closing my eyes, I let her stroke me a couple of times before I stopped her.

  Oh shit.

  I felt the tingling deep in my gut that let me know that I needed to be careful or I wouldn’t last long. Moving her hands away from me, my dick bobbed a few inches above her. She eyed me hungrily and my gut twisted again.

  “It’s all about you, B,” I whispered. “I’m all about you.”

  Grabbing Bianca by her waist, I tilted her to put her in better position. Dropping my thumb to her sensitive flesh, I played with her. Running up and down the length of her slit, I dipped my thumb inside of her. I let out a low, growling breath.

  She’s so fucking wet.

  I swallowed thickly. My heart beat so loudly against my chest that I could barely hear the sexy little noises she was making.

  I have to calm down. Take it slow. Focus.

  I took another deep breath. “I want you to wake up tomorrow morning and the only thing you remember about today is how I made you feel right here.” I dipped my thumb inside of her again, groaning when she did.

  “And right here.” I placed my other hand on her chest, brushing her nipples along the way, before settling on her racing heart.

  Pulling my thumb out of her wetness, I put my thumb in my mouth, tasting her again. “Is that okay with you?”

  She nodded slowly; her mouth was open, panting.

  With one hand on her hip, I wrapped my hand around my dick and pointed it at her opening. Pushing the head against her, I watched her start to open up for me. Careful not to get caught up in the moment, I restrained myself.

  She feels way too good.

  “Is that okay with you?” I repeated, my voice breaking. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes, Ro, yes.”

  The need in her voice matched the need in mine.

  “Bianca,” I breathed as I sank into her.

  My fingers bit into her skin as I grabbed her other hip.

  Fuck me, I thought as I slid each inch slowly into her, letting her adjust to my size. Her tightness always caught me off guard initially. So fucking tight…and wet. Oh God…

  I cursed under my breath as she quivered against me. My fingers flexed against her skin and my eyes closed tightly as I relished the feeling. Adrenaline pumped through me.

  “Oh shit,” she gasped, causing my eyes to open just in time to see her shudder. With her eyes shut tight, pleasure contorted her face and her hands balled into fists. Her mouth dropped open and remained open the entire time I fed her my dick.

  Stopping once I was as deep as I could possibly go, I leaned forward on my elbows, bracing myself above her. Caging her head with my arms, I let my fingers get lost in her curls. Her eyelashes fluttered open, filling with a desire that I knew well. She licked her lips and my eyes dropped to her tongue.

  My lips met hers and we moaned in unison.

  With her fingernails digging into my back, I felt the scraping of my skin everywhere. Kissing her tenderly, my heart pounded in my chest. It took everything in me not to pull all the way out and then ram into her. Hard.

  Instead, I pulled out just as slowly as I worked myself in.

  “I will always be here for you,” I whispered, pumping her with long, deep strokes. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  I paused, taking in a sharp intake of breath. Overwhelmed by a wash of emotions, I drove into her harder. Keeping the same slow pace, I made sure she felt every inch of me. “I’d do anything for you. You mean everything to me.”

  Looking into my eyes, she held my face. Her breathing was erratic and we just stared at each other as she rotated her hips faster. “I love you.” Her body trembled and her voice sounded strangled. “I love you more than anything.”

  The sensations that coursed through my body from her words propelled our mouths together. As powerful as the attraction and love we had for one another was, when our lips met, the kiss was gentle and painstakingly slow. My gut twisted as I overpowered her full lips, sucking on the bottom one. When I hit a spot deep inside of her, her mouth opened as she moaned. My tongue took advantage of the opportunity, caressing hers teasingly. She kissed me back with the same slow, simmering heat and it sent chills down my spine.

  I pulled out of th
e kiss to look at her.

  “I love you so fucking much,” I grunted.

  Ducking my head, I latched on to her erect nipple, sucking and kneading her flesh. I swirled my tongue around the Hershey’s kiss colored nipple in time with my hips.

  She cried out.

  Hearing her sexy, breathy voice repeat my name over and over again spurred me on. The rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding with each stroke accompanied her moans, driving me crazy.

  Without warning, she tightened, gripping me, pulling me deeper inside of her.

  “Shit,” I groaned. The deep, guttural sound reverberated through my chest. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Please. Please. Please,” Bianca begged. “Oh God, Ro…”

  Hearing her beg for me was always my undoing. Something about the hunger her begging brought out of me was primal.

  Rocking my hips into hers, she met each of my thrusts with perfectly timed thrusts of her own. Each and every time I bottomed out, she would gasp and grip me tighter.

  Moaning words that I couldn’t understand, Bianca’s eyes fluttered shut. She clenched tightly, causing me to groan.

  “Roman, Ro—”

  Bianca’s voice hitched and then petered out.

  Besides the sound of my heavy breathing, silence filled the room. Her body went stiff momentarily and then shook violently. The pulsating suction of her around my dick was too much for me.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was delirious with pleasure as she continued milking me. With a feral grunt, I unloaded inside of her.

  As our bodies cooled down, all I could hear was our heavy breathing. Collapsing beside her, I pulled her into me, her back to my front. With our legs intertwined and my arm across her middle, we lay in sated silence.

  My heart raced.

  There is no place I’d rather be, I thought as I kissed her shoulder. I can’t get enough of her.

  “Mmm,” she purred, wiggling her ass against me. “That was amazing.” She was breathless.

  It really was.

  The sex was good. But the way I felt with Bianca went beyond good sex. It was more. It was better.

  It was everything.

  Trailing feathery kisses from her shoulder to her neck, I pulled her closer to me.

  “You are amazing,” I pointed out, running my hand over her soft belly. “Being with you is amazing.”

  Turning in my arms, we were a tangle of limbs.

  I laughed lightly. “What are you doing?”

  “I want to see your face.” She kissed the center of my chest.

  Propping my head up on one hand, I looked down at her. Brushing hair from the side of her face, I stared at my beautiful girlfriend.

  “You dropped everything and came up here to be with me.” Her voice was barely audible. She looked up at me. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I admitted honestly.

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  Chapter Eighteen

  “Having you here, I almost forgot about having to face Nina today,” Bianca fretted as she smoothed down the front of her white shirt.

  The stark white made her bronze skin glow. She wore no make-up and all of her hair was pulled up in a bun on the top of her head. When I met her gaze in the mirror, I saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

  “You will be fine,” I assured her, saddling up behind her. With my arms wrapped around her, I leaned down and kissed her neck.

  She melted into me just like she did thirty minutes earlier when we showered together.

  “If Nina needs someone else to vouch for you, I’ll vouch for you. You are the best curator I know. You curate the shit out of things.”

  She giggled, pushing me off of her. “You are ridiculous.”

  I felt the corners of my mouth turning up, happy to put a smile on her face.

  “You’re right,” she continued, squaring her shoulders. “It is what it is. My work speaks for itself.”

  “Exactly. And the fact that she is still keeping you around after everything she said is proof that she recognizes what an asset you are.”

  “You’re right.” She turned to face me, puckering her lips. I kissed her and she smiled. “I love having you here.”

  My heart rattled in my chest.

  Just say it.

  I placed my hands on the side of her face and gazed at her. “I love being here with you.” I swallowed hard. “I want to be here with you.”

  She chewed on the corner of her lip nervously. When her eyes bore into me, I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

  “If things go well on Wednesday, I’ll have a studio here. And if I have a studio here and Charlotte Spence is here, my job would be here.”

  Her eyebrows flew up and her eyes widened. “What? Really?”

  I nodded. “I want to spend the majority of my time here.”

  She exhaled shakily. “So you’re moving here to work? It’ll be great for your career to be here.” She nodded convincingly, but I saw something in her eyes. I could tell she wanted to say something else, but she was holding it back. The expressiveness of her face always gave her away.

  Running my thumbs over the smooth skin of her cheeks, I felt my nerves ripping through me. Biting my lip, I shook my head slowly.

  “Yes, it’ll be good for my career, but that’s not why I want to be here.” Getting lost in her big brown eyes, I pressed on. “If I’m being honest, I can work anywhere. I want to be here because you’re here. I want to be here because being without you is killing me.”

  Bianca’s eyes watered as she broke into a smile.

  I didn’t wait for her to respond. Bringing her face to mine, I kissed her. I moved my lips over hers with so much force, she groaned.

  I just wanted to freeze time. Whatever she said in response to my declaration would change everything. So closing my eyes, I committed her smile and the way she looked at me in that exact moment to memory.

  Pulling out of the kiss, I held my breath and waited.

  Her voice was soft, bordering on awestruck. “So you’re moving to New York?”

  “Yes.”

  I felt her shaking in my arms. “For me?”

  “Yes.”

  Letting out a rush of air, Bianca tossed her head back and laughed.

  Ummm…what?

  With a confused smile, my brows came together as I searched her face, trying to understand. “I don’t get it.”

  Laughing harder, Bianca’s throaty voice floated through the air. “Thank God!”

  “You lost me.”

  “I’ve wanted you to move here since we got together! I know New York is a lot more expensive than Richmond and you already own your own home and you have your studio. I would’ve never asked you to give that up, but I’ve thought about it, prayed about it endlessly. And there were so many times that I almost asked you to move here, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, you know?”

  I know the feeling.

  With a smirk, I nodded.

  “I was scared you were going to freak the fuck out if I asked,” she continued, bubbling with excitement. “You and I both know how you reacted when I told you I had feelings for you. If I would’ve asked you to move to New York, you probably would’ve broken up with me and moved across the country.” She laughed even harder.

  Despite the fact that I was amused, I narrowed my eyes at her. Biting the inside of my cheek, I held in the chuckle that threatened to burst out of me.

  After planting a quick kiss on my lips, she backed away and stared up at me. She covered her mouth, still giggling happily. “You know it’s the truth, don’t look at me like that!”

  Running my hands down my face, I chuckled. Taking a step closer, I returned my hands to her cheeks. My heart fluttered. Staring into her eyes, all the laughter between us died out.

  Running my thumb across her plump bottom lip, I whispered, “That was the old me. This is the new me. This is the man you make me.”

  A gust of air escaped
her lungs. “You don’t understand how much that means to me. I love you, Ro.”

  Our mouths collided and I responded to her through my kiss. Running my hands down her body, I landed on her hips, pulling her flush against me. I didn’t end the kiss until I felt my dick hardening.

  Resting my forehead against hers, I smirked.

  “So I take it you’re okay with me moving to New York?”

  “No, I don’t want you to move in with me at all.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically, swatting me away. “Wait until I show you the apartment upstairs. It is amazing! I really think you’ll love it. We can decorate it together and it’ll be…” Her eyes widened and she instantly started chewing on the corner of her mouth. She shook her head. “That was pretty presumptuous of me. I’m sorry. Did you already have a place in mind to live?”

  “Yes, I do have a place in mind.”

  The disappointment flashed in her eyes before she blinked it away, smiling. “That’s cool. Is it near the studio you’re looking at on Wednesday? Or is it near here?”

  “It’s not too far away.”

  She looked at me for a second, waiting for me to elaborate. I could see the hurt and annoyance creeping into her features and I wanted to spill my guts to her.

  I’m going to need some time to explain. I’ll tell her tonight.

  “Well, where is it?” Bianca’s voice was laced with exasperation.

  “It’s really close. Can I take you there tonight?”

  She rolled her eyes, but this time she smiled genuinely. “I suppose.”

  “And if you like it, you’ll live with me?”

  She grinned. “Only if you promise that if you like my new place better, you’ll move in with me.”

  I nodded. “Okay so at…” I looked at my watch. “Eight forty-seven this Monday morning, we have made a verbal agreement to live together in the better apartment.” I kissed her. “So let the best apartment win.”

  “Yes and—oh shit! It’s almost nine! I have to go!” Grabbing her purse, she gave me a quick peck on the lips before shuffling out of the bedroom. I followed her into the living room. “I’ll see you when I get home. I love you. Have a good day,” she yelled before the front door slammed behind her.