Chapter 26 – Roman #2
More of my mouth on her cunt. More of my hands on her skin.
More of my cock hungry, ready to be inside her.
I’m desperate. And I hate this feeling because it’s never brought me anywhere good.
It always leads me back to the water. Back to that day.
But Braelyn is my lighthouse. She’s the beacon that guides me home.
My fingers dive inside of her and rub against her front wall while my tongue and lips work her clit. And because I’m feeling like being a bit of a cagey asshole, I spell out I love you on her cunt with my tongue the same way I did with my finger on her belly.
Her thighs clamp against my head, stuck on my shoulders, and her hands twist and fight, gripping the post but also needing to move. “Ah. Roman. This is so much.”
“I know, baby. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. You are too fucking beautiful like this.” Another swirl of my tongue. Another hard suck on her clit. Another hard thrust inside of her. “You’re amazing. Look at you.”
She’s gripping the pole like it’s her lifeline, her eyes closed and her chest expanding while I hold her tight.
Yet she’s starting to fuck my face the way my face is fucking her.
She’s making noises that are no longer fear but desire.
Desperation. They’re screams mixed with thrashes.
Insanity mixed with depravity. Magic mixed with forever.
I’m doing this because I want my girl to fall. Not just for me, but into another realm. A realm I think her body will grow and thrive in. Where ultimately, she’ll be found.
It’s with this notion that I eat her cunt until she comes.
Until I can barely hold her up with how her body moves.
I play with her pussy through it, licking her cum and tasting her as deeply as I can.
I don’t want to stop, but her noises, harsh protests, and wiggles tell me I need to or she’ll kill me when I untie her.
I lower her back to the table and swirl my tongue around from her opening to her clit once more before I trail up her body until I reach her mouth where I hover.
I can’t see her eyes, but her limbs are heavy.
Even her grip on the pole is challenged.
Because it’s her birthday, I ask, “Do you want me to untie you or fuck you like this?”
“Untie me.”
That’s all it takes. Carefully, I use a pair of kitchen shears and free her, drawing her body up into mine and holding her close. I remove her blindfold and massage her wrists, while I check her for marks. There are a few red indentations, but nothing that will bruise.
“You okay? Did you hate that?”
“No. It was intense and very different and pushed me hard, but I definitely didn’t hate it.”
I kiss her hairline. “I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job.”
She emits a sigh and sags into me, her head heavy against my chest, especially as I continue to massage the marks until they’re gone. Only then do I adjust her hips, shifting us until I’m on top of her, and slide straight in.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
She shakes her head and grips my ass, urging me in deeper.
“No. I want to feel you. Please, I want you to fuck me till you come in me.”
Jesus hell. No woman has ever begged me for that, and it happens to be my woman who is. There will never be another moment for me like this moment with her.
I lean forward and scoop her up into my arms until she’s sitting up, and we’re pressed together, and my forehead is against hers.
“I love you,” I breathe inaudibly, knowing she can’t hear it as I start to push into her.
It’s not a pounding. It’s not a brutal force or a hard fuck.
It’s feeling her. It’s letting her feel me, as she said she wanted.
It’s push and pull and thrust and draw and give and take.
It’s breath and sweat and eyes and air and a stirring that can only happen when two people are so joined there is nothing else but them and the moment.
I’m fucking her. Yes, of course I am. But it’s so much more than that. I’m pushing my cock in and out of her cunt, forcing moans and swiveling hips until I have it just right for her. Her pussy feels so good. So fucking good. Like a glove or a hug or something just as cosmic and intimate.
All I know is that being inside her like this is like nothing else.
Her pussy flutters around me, and she begs me to take her harder, deeper, more aggressively.
Her thighs are around my hips, and I lean her back down on the table so I can give her what she needs.
I miss her contact and bend forward, taking her lips and kissing her sloppily while I hold her body and fuck her relentlessly.
She clings to me, holding on as she takes the pounding my cock is now delivering. Side swipes and roundhouses and below-the-belt and perfect jabs.
It’s gloves off, toe-to-toe, mindless, exquisite pleasure.
I fuck her like I ate her. With total command and without mercy. With ownership. With lines fractured and boundaries crossed and lives irrevocably altered. And when we come, this time we do it together. No words or warning. It’s a connection, and it pulses between us as it electrifies from within.
I kiss her and hold her and tell her a million things about how incredible she is.
Braelyn doesn’t talk much. She’s quiet and introspective, which isn’t like her, but I don’t press her.
I think I pushed her into subspace a bit from all the endorphins, and with that, I give her some soothing aftercare.
I hold her and caress her and kiss her softly. Gently.
Once we’re dressed, it takes us forever to clean up, but Braelyn is back to being herself.
Our hands touch, our smiles are dopey, our minds are calm.
We return to our villa, unable to stop touching, and I take her again in the shower.
This time it’s fast and all kisses as we chase an exhausted release.
We fall asleep with reckless abandon, our bodies twisted around each other like vines. And for one blissful moment, everything is perfect. Except I should have known better. Nothing stays that way for long.