Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rome
W ith Chrissy in my arms, we barrel inside my apartment. I barely manage to kick the door closed, and we’re a mess of hands and heated kisses. The rain has soaked us. Her shirt is sticking to her skin, highlighting the curve of her breasts. We’re keeping one another as warm as we can, but when we enter my room and the temperature drops from the air-conditioning, goose bumps cover our arms.
“I think we should get you out of this,” I whisper while playing with the hem of her shirt.
“We should,” she agrees while reaching under my shirt. “But only if I can get you out of yours.”
“We can definitely do that,” I say before taking her lips against mine again.
Balling her lilac shirt in my fists, I yank it over her head and toss it across the room. I’m trying to catch my breath while unclasping her bra. A lump forms in my throat, and her hands travel up my chest, taking my tee with her. She stands on the edge of her toes, and I help her get me out of my shirt. It drops to the floor, and her eyes linger down my body.
“Tell me this is real,” she mumbles. Her fingertips barely touch my skin while she trails them down my body. “Tell me this isn’t all in my head.”
Lifting her chin with my fingers, I place a kiss on her lips. “This is real, Wildflower. You’re finally mine.”
A series of chills creeps over her skin, and she shivers. Her teeth begin to chatter while I wrap my arms around her. I scoop her in my arms and walk us toward the bathroom. “Let’s get warm before we do anything,” I say, kissing her cheek before placing her down to turn the shower on.
When I turn around, steam fills the room, fogging the mirror Chrissy is in front of. I approach her, like a beast stalking their prey. Except this pretty bird isn’t scared of me. No, she’s far from that. This girl looks me dead in the eyes and removes her shorts.
“Did I say you could take this off?” My voice drops as I stare down at her.
“I didn’t know I had to ask permission,” she sasses.
I reach behind her and pull her close by pressing the nape of her neck. She releases a tiny gasp when I yank her underwear down. “Take my shorts off, and then my boxers.”
With a tiny nod, she looks down, but I twist my hands in her curls and tilt her head back up. “Did I say you could look away?” I smirk when she shakes her head.
She unties the drawstring of my shorts, and with a gentle tug, she slides them over my ass, and they pool around my ankles. Her fingertips dance around the waistband of my boxer briefs.
If she were to look down, she would see how hard I am. My cock is pressing against the fabric, begging for me to let it free so she can wrap her hand around it.
I’m going to savor this moment. I won’t give in even though I really want to. I want to sink my cock inside her. I want to feel her walls pulsate and massage every inch of my length. I want to hear her scream my name as I fuck her.
But not yet.
My boxers cascade over my legs and fall on the floor.
Chrissy swallows before licking her lips.
I nod back toward the shower, and she peels herself away from me to obey. I turn around and let my eyes roam over her figure.
She’s thin, but she has a subtle dip in her waistline that rolls over her hips. My hands are itching to cup her ass and massage it until she moans. My feet stick to the tile floor when I stroll toward her. She steps into the shower and leaves the glass door open so I can step in with her. Our gazes never leave one another, both hungry and desperate to get our hands on one another again.
I tower over her, and she sidesteps out of the water. Curling my hand in her hair, I guide her back under the showerhead, soaking her hair and her body.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much.” She smiles, and the water trickles over her full lips. “Your turn.”
I go to protest, but her hands land on my hips, and she maneuvers me around her with grace. The sweat and lingering chill wash away while I bend my head back and groan.
Chrissy’s hands start to travel down my body, but I snatch her wrists and secure them against my chest.
“You’re eager,” I growl while brushing my nose against hers.
“You have no idea,” she lets out in a single breath.
I toy with her lips, not making full contact. She tries to lean in to close the gap, but I pull away to tease her.
“Please, Rome,” she begs.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me kiss you.”
“Hmm,” I hum against her lips.
“Please,” she murmurs.
I place my hand against her throat and crash my lips into hers. Our touch is wild, passionate, stomach tilting. I lick her lips, and she parts them for me. She tastes like strawberry ice cream. She moans into my mouth as our tongues whirl around one another. The sensation vibrates my core and makes my voice husky.
“Satisfied?” I ask when I pull away.
“Not in the slightest.”
With a low hum, I reach behind me to turn off the shower. I move my hand from her neck back into her hair, and I lead her out of the shower and back into my bedroom. Her attention is glued to me, and when the backs of her legs hit the edge of my bed, we stop.
“At any point, if you want to stop, tell me. If I’m being too much, tell me.” I loosen my hold and soften my expression.
In the past, my dominance wasn’t always received well. I never pushed any boundaries, and I stop when I’m told to, but I don’t want to scare her. I’ll go as slow as this woman wants me to, but the need to relinquish all self-control is overpowering.
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you, Rome. One hundred percent.”
I nod before kissing her again. “Then get on the bed and open your legs.”
Without questioning my motives, she settles near the pillows; her chest rises and falls in time with my heartbeat.
My knees sink into the mattress, and I part her legs with ease. I kiss her right leg, traveling down to her inner thigh.
She whimpers at my touch and stills when my breath closes in on her pussy.
I continue kissing around her core as I get comfortable on my stomach. Looking up at her, I smirk when I catch her watching me.
“I’m going to savor you, Wildflower. I won’t stop until you come all over my face. After that, I’m going to fill you with my cock and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” I sweep my tongue over her, and the movement makes her arch closer against my mouth. “How does that sound?”
“Like heaven.” Her tone is desperate. She’s reeling, which is exactly what I want.
“Eyes on me, love.”
I take a deep breath through my nose and secure my mouth against her. I hook my arms around her thighs and bring her as close as I can get her. A deep hum rumbles in my throat as I kiss her folds and run my tongue from her entrance to her clit.
“Fuuuuck,” she moans, and it’s music to my ears.
I lap my tongue over her swollen clit, sucking it at random intervals so she never knows when to expect the electric pressure. I shake my head against her and increase my speed. My saliva, combined with her arousal, covers the lower half of my face. She tastes better than I imagined.
When I back up slightly, she whimpers and tries to inch back against my lips.
I chuckle and place my thumb exactly where my tongue is. “Patience, Wildflower.”
“Rome, I can’t?—”
“Close already?”
She nods and throws her head back against the pillows.
“And what if I do this?” I sink my finger inside her, and her back arches off the bed.
“Fuck!” she cries, and I smirk.
I dive back in, running my tongue over her bud as I fuck her with my finger. Her walls contract around me, and a devilish thought comes to mind. I don’t stop the motion. In fact, I increase the intensity. My lips close around her clit, sucking in time with my rhythm.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck, please!” Her words are becoming incoherent.
As the wave of pleasure washes over her, I remove my finger and pull away from the girl, who has quickly become a puddle.
“No. Rome, come ba—Oh my god!”
I fill her with my cock, and with one thrust, she unravels around me. Her back lifts off the bed while I sink every inch inside her.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her as she rides out her orgasm.
I hold her against me until she’s done rubbing her clit against my groin. My chest meets hers, and I nibble on her jawline before kissing up toward her earlobe.
“How was that?”
“I can’t move. Fuck me,” she rasps.
“If you insist.”
I pull back and press back into her. Her legs drop to the side, but I scoot her down so they can rest around my waist. From this angle, she takes every centimeter I offer, and I mumble a curse as her pussy walls massage my cock.
“You’re soaking, baby girl,” I whisper against her lips.
“Please don’t stop,” she pleads while curling her hands around my neck.
I kiss her in a fit of desire as the muscles in my thighs start to tighten. “Not until you come again. I need you to come again,” I order, and she releases a whimper.
I increase my pace, ramming into her until I know I hit her G-spot. “Fuck!”
I grunt in her ear and wrap my arms around her until her head is lifted off the bed. I take her lips against mine, and her cries fill my mouth while I kiss her. For extra measure, I pinch her nipple between my forefinger and thumb, earning myself a choked groan.
“Come for me,” I command. “Right now.”
“Rome!”
I thrust deep inside her and hold my position against her pleasure point. Her muscles spasm beneath me, and her arms splay against the mattress as she grinds against me.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” I growl against her throat.
My thrusts become sloppy, and with a grunt, I start to pull out so I can finish.
“Rome, wait.” Chrissy shifts her body against me and holds me in place by squeezing my ass. “I need to feel you come inside me. I’m on the pill, I promise. Please. ”
With her hands, she urges me to finish, guiding me back and forth, keeping me deep inside her. My eyes lock with hers. An overwhelming, carnal desire to fill her takes over. I know she wouldn’t lie about this. She doesn’t want to get pregnant; she’s too focused on her major and the future. I trust her, and there’s no doubt about that.
With a few more pumps, I grunt out a low curse, and my fingers dig into the base of her skull as I come inside her.
She gasps as my cock pulsates and fills her.
The muscles in my legs relax and sweat covers my brow even though the AC is cranked. I’m fighting for air when I offer her a small kiss.
“Fuck me . . .” I mumble while pulling out.
I see my cum inside her, and I don’t stop myself from thumbing it and coating her entire pussy with it.
“You’re so goddamn hot,” I tell her before kissing her again.
“I can’t formulate a coherent thought,” she murmurs.
I collapse on my back next to her and stare at the ceiling while trying to catch my breath. She rolls on her side and cuddles against my arm. Her breasts cradle me while she trails her fingers along my jawline.
“You’re something else, Carter,” she whispers.
“Was I too much?” Worry fills me as I wait for her to answer, so I continue to blabber. “I think I tend to be overbearing in the bedroom because I don’t have a lot of control over the rest of my life. Not that this happens often.” I gesture toward our naked bodies. “I just. . . I feel safe with you, and I couldn’t help it. Please, please tell me I didn’t fuck up.”
When she speaks, I turn my head so I can look into her gorgeous blue eyes.
She shakes her head. “Not at all. It was perfect.”
My lips tilt upward, and I release a contented sigh. “And you are mine.”