Chapter Three #2
“Then you don’t have anything to worry about.
” Without breaking eye contact, I reach over to the resort nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer.
Looks like I’m going to make a dent in this Costco box after all.
Ripping the condom open with my teeth, I lean down to wrap it around him with my mouth.
It brings me joy to hear the rough exhale from him as I wrap my lips around him.
He’s lucky I can’t go another second without him inside me or I would use every trick in my arsenal to drive him to the edge the way he did for me.
There’s still time for that, though, because I plan to make the most out of tonight.
I rise onto my tippy toes to let his dick stand at attention beneath me, and then ever so slowly, I take him in.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. “Keep going, take all of me.”
I revel in the feel of him stretching me and when our hips connect I take a moment to appreciate the full weight of him inside me. I can feel him in my stomach.
“I’m so proud of you, gorgeous.” He leans up to give me a quick kiss and I hate the way I preen under his attention. He’s getting under my skin too quickly. He moves his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Now, I need you to move for me.”
Ask and you shall receive. I slowly lift my body so that I’m only sitting on the tip, settling forward so my breasts are in his face and then I slam back down and rotate my hips. His eyes roll in the back of his head on my second descent. “Shit,” he drags out the word. “You feel fucking amazing.”
Up and down. Up and down. There are no words exchanged, only gracious moans and contented hums. His hands caress every inch of my skin.
His touch is so gentle until I bite his lower lip.
He stops his exploration and plants his hands against the dimples in my hips.
I know then that my time of being in control is over, but I don’t mind.
I want him to possess me. He thrusts his hips up to meet me, setting us on a new pace that is so wildly tantalizing I can barely breathe.
That same feeling of dizziness takes over and all I can do is hold on and hope I survive the landing.
My toes curl so hard with my release that I’m afraid I’ll get a full-on cramp.
My legs are still shaking when he flips me onto my back and enters me again.
He lifts the leg that was cramping the hardest over his shoulder and kisses it.
It’s hard to reconcile the sweetness of that action with the relentless way he’s fucking me.
“You with me, J?”
“Yessss,” I cry out. I clench around him and I know I got him by the grunt he lets out and the way he hangs his head.
“Nah, I’m not tapping out. Not ’til you give me another one.”
The challenge in his eyes and the way he firmly presses his hand against my fupa lets me know he’s dead-ass serious. The pressure of his hand intensifies his stroke, making me clutch the sheets with barely there control.
“I…I ca…”
“Don’t fix your lips to tell me you can’t, J. This pussy is magical and I need to feel that power again, okay? I need to feel her milk me again. I need to hear her scream for me. You got me, baby?”
His words hit me right in the chest, strengthening my resolve. I’ve never felt such a strong desire to please someone before. I’ll give him everything.
“I got you.”
And I do. I rotate my hips in time with his and when that dizziness takes over again, I fall into it. I clench my walls around him, screaming out in ecstasy.
“Ah, fuck, J. Just like that. This shit is too good.” His jaw clamps shut, and his thighs tighten as he calls my name with reverence while joining me over the edge.
After taking a minute to collect ourselves, he pulls out of me and my pussy twitches at the loss of connection.
He falls to the side of me and pulls my body into his, kissing the top of my head.
It’s scary how comfortable I feel in his arms. My mind is telling me I should untangle my limbs from his and walk him out before this goes any further, but my mind is also tired as hell from the thorough fucking whereas my pussy is revitalized and begging for more.
I can feel my heart trying to enter the conversation, but I don’t have time for that bitch, so I tune her right out.
“Talk to me, J. What’s on your mind?” Rome asks, staring at me intently.
I lift my hand to his face, taking in all his features up close. My thumb circles the line of his jaw just above where his beard starts. So smooth.
“You.”
He smirks, his cheek curving perfectly under my hand. “What do I have to do to stay on your mind?”
You’ve already done it.
I bite my tongue to keep from saying just that. “You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
He sits up, leaving my hand to fall to the middle of his chest, before hopping from the bed.
He darts to the bathroom and for a second the fear that he might deny me and leave creeps to the surface, but before it can fully form, he comes back out sans condom and cups his hands under my ass to pull me to the edge of the bed.
“Trust me, J. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Any words I could’ve thought to say die in my throat the minute he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and carries me to the shower.
“Good morning, sunshine. How’d you sleep?” His voice is a sweet caress against the shell of my ear. I don’t open my eyes but a smile spreads across my face.
“Sleep? What’s that?” I question. I don’t know what time it is, but I know it can’t have been that long since we finally came up for air and closed our eyes.
I don’t even remember feeling Rome’s body leave mine.
My body must’ve realized if she kept listening to my pussy she was going to die, so she shut down on my behalf.
Apparently, Rome had a little more energy though because there’s no stickiness between my legs. He must’ve cleaned me up.
My head feels lighter, so I reach my hand up to find my silk bonnet covering my braids. I was not wearing this during our last round. He found my bonnet and wrapped my hair? Never mind, there’s definitely a stickiness between my legs now.
The deep timbre of his laugh heightens my arousal and I hope he can feel the heat radiating off me as he rubs my thigh under the covers. “Hey, I tried to let you sleep. You weren’t having it.”
Damn right I wasn’t. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I drained us both completely dry.
“You complaining?”
My eyes flutter open hoping to catch his reaction to my teasing. I’m rewarded with his brilliant smile, every exquisitely white tooth on full display just for me.
“Not at all. Last night and this morning were perfect.”
“They were.”
Needing a reprieve from his menacing eyes, I turn on my side to grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s plugged up to the charger, too. Damn, he really took care of everything.
I laugh when I reread all the texts from Evie last night.
I managed to remember to answer her at some point between rounds to keep her from coming to my door.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if she came to my room and found Rome there.
I know she wouldn’t have snitched. Hell, she probably would’ve had a field day with it, but there’s something inside of me that wants to keep him to myself.
Evie: I know your ass ain’t still on that beach!
Evie: Where you at?
Evie: Either you are the unluckiest bitch in the world and got kidnapped on your first day of vacation or you went to sleep without texting me first. Which one is it?
Evie: My bed is very comfortable so you better be kidnapped heaux. On my way
Me: Lmao my bad I dozed. Stay in bed and I’ll do the same
Evie: What did my college boyfriend used to call me?
Me: Girl what?
Evie: Making sure it’s really you and not your kidnapper
Me: Lol omg
Evie: Omg these nuts answer the question
Me: Sigh
Me: Trey used to call you Creamsicle
Evie: Okay now delete that message so no one ever sees that cringe ass nickname and don’t make me hunt your ass down again. Good night
Me: Ma’am yes ma’am. Good night
I turn my attention back to Rome, whose eyes are now closed again but his hand is still rubbing circles on my thigh.
“Thank you for taking care of me last night. And this morning.”
One of his eyes pop open at my statement and I point to my bonnet and my phone on the charger.
He seems to wrestle with his response before an easy smile settles on his face. “I got you, J.”
My throat constricts at that. It’s time to go. My phone says it’s nine a.m. and I know it won’t be long before the girls come looking for me. Even knowing that, I make no moves to leave Rome’s warm embrace.
“I know we’re hitting the spa today. What are y’all doing?” Since I’m clearly not strong enough to tell him to leave on my own, I’m hoping he’ll read into my question and excuse himself.
He shrugs. “We’re just chillin’ today as far as I know. Probably hit the gym in a little bit.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Let me run something by you,” he says, licking his lips.
“What’s up?”
“Was this just a one-time thing for you?”
A pit forms in my stomach at the thought of never feeling him inside me again. At feeling that connection with him being a one-time thing. But continuing something with him would be a mistake. Too much potential drama.
Right?
“Umm, I thought so. Why?”
His jaw tightens even as he nods his head. “What if I didn’t want it to end?”
“Rome…”
“Hear me out. Please.” Rome always speaks with a calm confidence, but the slight hesitation in his voice here gives me pause.
I lock eyes with him and see a vulnerability I’ve never felt with a partner before.
Words escape me so I wrap my arm around his neck and nod for him to continue.
“All I’m asking for is this trip. Let me spend the next two weeks taking the stress away from you. ”
“Stress?”