9. Roman
9
ROMAN
Freya is looking up at me, those pretty brown eyes shining with need. Her deep purple hair fans around her like a halo, and her gorgeous curves are begging to be touched, making my cock ache at the sight of her.
I can’t believe this angel is in my bed.
I must have been a fucking saint in a past life to deserve this girl.
Our conversation is still fresh in my mind, and as I reach down to touch her soft cheek, I feel a stab of guilt in my chest. Freya was right. I was so wrapped up in thinking I wasn’t good enough that I didn’t even realize I was causing her to doubt my feelings. Holding back seemed like the right thing to do—the noble thing. I kept telling myself she was too young for me, too sweet. But I was being a coward. A selfish, thoughtless coward. I hate myself for making Freya doubt me, even for a second, and I’m determined never to let that happen again.
I lean down to kiss her, sucking hard on her plump bottom lip until she whimpers for me. My hands reach for her clothes and for the second time today, I strip her naked. The sight of her exposed body sucks the breath from my lungs all over again. Every inch of her is deliciously soft and plump, ripe as a peach, and I feast my eyes on the swell of her tits, the softness of her belly, her thick thighs. I push them apart, my cock throbbing at the sight of her dripping core, glistening with arousal.
I was crazy to think I could ever resist this girl.
I rip off my plaid shirt and jeans, feeling Freya’s eyes on me as I pull down my boxers and kick them aside. My cock springs free, heavy and thick with arousal, and a bead of pre-cum drips down my shaft as I watch Freya’s mouth fall open. The longing on her pretty face makes me groan.
“Get a good look, sugar. This is going deep inside you.”
She presses her lips together and shudders, blinking up at me with wide eyes. “Is it…supposed to be that big?”
I chuckle hoarsely, my heart tugging at how fucking cute she looks. “You made it this big, Freya. I’m hard as rock for you.”
She pushes herself up and tentatively reaches out, her soft palm closing around my cock. Pleasure zips through me, and I let out a hiss of breath as she squeezes it, exploring every inch of me with her hands.
“My fingers don’t even touch,” she says breathlessly, her hand grasping my shaft. “How is it going to fit?”
“It’ll fit. Trust me.”
Swallowing hard, she lets go of my cock and lies back down, her legs parted for me. Her pussy looks so damn pretty…I can’t resist another taste. I sink my head between her open thighs and swipe my tongue from her tight hole up to her clit, savoring her cherry-sweet cream until she’s gasping with pleasure. It’s as much as I can take. My cock feels like it might explode, and I pull back, breathing hard.
“You taste so fucking good. But right now, I need to be inside you.”
She whimpers in agreement, and I kneel between her legs, aligning the tip of my cock with her tight pink hole. My chest tightens with anticipation, and I look down at Freya, seeing a flicker of nervousness in her eyes.
“I’ll take care of you,” I tell her firmly. “I’ve never done this before, so you need to tell me if it hurts, okay? Whatever happens, I won’t let myself hurt you.”
Her face relaxes slightly, and she nods. “I’ve never done this either. I just don’t know what to expect.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”
I lean down to kiss her sweet lips, and when I pull back, she nods at me. “I’m ready.”
Without breaking eye contact, I push inside her, inching slowly forward. Her honeyed walls grip me like a vise as I fill her up, burying my cock to the hilt until we’re both panting for breath. It feels so fucking good. Her core throbs around me, and I see stars as she wriggles, trying to get comfortable.
“You okay, sugar?” I ask, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
“I think so.” She moves again and lets out a whimper. “It feels strange…but I like it.”
Relief washes over me. I was worried about hurting her, but she wraps her legs around me and tips her head back with a soft moan, opening herself up to me. Slowly, I start to rock my hips, my eyes fixed on Freya as our bodies meet again and again.
“Oh!” she moans, looping her arms around my shoulders. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Her eyes roll back, her face blushing with pleasure as I start to fuck my girl, driving my cock into her sweet heat. She gasps, her legs trembling around me as her pussy gushes around my cock, warm and wet.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her, filling my hands with her soft breasts, teasing her nipples as she cries out beneath me.
“Oh, Roman! Yes!”
She squeezes her eyes shut, her lips open in a silent scream as I pick up the pace, slamming my cock into her.
“Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.”
She does as she’s told, and I grab her chin, forcing her to keep her gaze fixed on mine. It’s so fucking intense. Our eyes are locked, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy that turns me wild with pure animal desire. Freya has unlocked a deep, primal part of me, and I grab her clenched fists, pinning them above her head so she can’t move.
“Good girl.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s more like a growl, ripping from my throat as I let my body take over. “Show me how good you are. Show me how you take my cock.”
I hold her down and fuck her like an animal, rutting her until she’s screaming my name. The bed creaks beneath us, the wood groaning in time with my deep thrusts, and Freya’s body starts to spasm, her hips bucking wildly. I hold her down, forcing her into the mattress, making her take every inch of my thick cock as it slams into her curvy body.
“You’re mine, Freya. Say it.”
“I’m yours!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You! You!”
“Good girl,” I growl. “Now I want to see you come for me. Make my cock wet with your cream.”
I pull back to look at her, keeping up my punishing rhythm. It’s intoxicating to watch my length sink inside her, disappearing deep inside her body over and over as her pink hole stretches tight around me. Her luscious tits bounce up and down, her nipples pebbled, and the sight of her is enough to push me to the edge. But I need Freya to come first. I need to hear her screams of pleasure before I can give in to my own orgasm.
“Roman,” she sobs. “Oh, Roman, I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it, sugar. You’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
She writhes and moans, her eyes going wide before she throws her head back with a scream of release. I feel her walls throb around my length, her whole body shaking around me. I finally let go. My cock explodes, pleasure blinding me as my rhythm turns sloppy and erratic. Thick strings of cum spurt into Freya’s tight hole, filling her up as warmth pulses through me. Spent, I collapse with a shuddering groan, holding my girl close until our breathing returns to normal.
When I finally lift my head to look at her, my heart flutters. She’s already staring at me, a warm smile on her lips.
“That was amazing,” she says, her voice still quivering slightly. “Let’s do it again.”
I chuckle hoarsely, bending down to kiss her soft lips. “I like your thinking.”
She kisses me back, her soft tongue flicking against mine, arms looping around my neck like she never wants to let go. My cock is already stirring again, blood rushing downward, and I pull Freya on top of me, groaning at the feel of her naked curves against me.
“You better be ready to come again,” I tell her.
She grins at me, her eyes twinkling.
Something tells me we won’t be leaving my bed for a long time.
I wake up slowly, blinking away sleep until I’m looking up at the wooden ceiling of my bedroom. Bleary-eyed, I check the time, my stomach jolting with the realization that I’ve been asleep for over eight hours. I can’t remember the last time I slept so long.
Freya is curled up beside me, and memories of yesterday come flooding back as I look at her, making my heart race. She’s so fucking beautiful. I know damn well I’m not good enough for her, but I can see now that it’s not a reason to push her away. It’s a reason to cherish her even more. I’m the luckiest man in the world, and I’ll never forget it.
As I watch Freya, her eyes flutter open, and she blinks at me. Then she smiles widely. “Good morning.” Her face lights up as she adds, “Happy Halloween!”
“Shit, I almost forgot it was today. Happy Halloween, beautiful.”
I pull her into my arms, kissing her soft cheek. As I hold my girl against me, I feel my heart squeeze tight, filling my head with a single thought:
I love her.
I love this perfect woman, and I never want to let her go.
Freya makes me happier than I’ve ever felt before. She’s the only girl I’ll ever want; I can feel it with a certainty that makes my hands tremble, and I swallow hard, tightening my grip on her. She looks at me curiously. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better, sugar. Just thinking about you.”
She beams at me, and something flashes in her eyes: a mixture of nerves and excitement.
“Roman, can we go back to my apartment quickly?” she asks. “I…I need to do something. But I can’t tell you what…it’s a surprise.”
“Sure. I’ll take you there now.”
I’m curious as hell, but I don’t push her to tell me what she needs to do. Instead, I get washed and dressed before following Freya outside into the brisk morning air. The drive to her apartment doesn’t take long. Once we arrive on her tree-lined street, I help her out of the truck. She looks paler than usual, her eyes darting from her apartment back to me, leaving me more intrigued than ever.
“Wait here,” she says, pressing a quick kiss on my lips. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch her leave, then look around at the houses on the street, every one of them decked out for Halloween. All the pumpkins and skeletons make me think of the haunted corn maze, and my throat constricts as I remember the first time I laid eyes on Freya. It’s crazy to think that if Chloe hadn’t invited me, Freya and I never would have met. It was only a couple of days ago, but somehow it feels like forever. So much has changed.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that it takes me a moment to realize Freya is back, her fist clenched around something. Her eyes are wide, legs trembling slightly as she stops in front of me. But her voice is firm as she says, “I want to give you this.”
She holds out her closed hand and unfurls it to reveal a necklace. I recognize it instantly. It’s the other half of Freya’s wooden heart. I remember what she said before about the necklaces belonging to her grandparents—her grandma wore one half and her grandpa wore the other. My pulse starts to race as I gently take the necklace from her, inspecting the wooden half heart.
“I…I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings,” Freya says, biting her lip anxiously. “I know this might seem crazy, but I’ve been waiting all my life to give this necklace to the right person and…and I think you’re that person, Roman. So, it’s yours. If you want it.”
For a moment, I’m too overwhelmed to speak. Emotion clogs my throat, and my hands shake as I unclasp the necklace and tie it around my neck. Freya is watching me. Her purple hair is blowing in the wind, her eyes full of vulnerability as she waits for me to say something. Right now, there’s only one thing I can say.
“I love you, Freya.”
Her worry seems to vanish, and her face splits into a gorgeous grin as she says, “You do?”
“I loved you the second I saw you, and I’ve only fallen more in love with you since then.” The words come out in a rush, and I reach out to take her hands in mine, squeezing them tight. “You’re it for me. You’re all I want, and I love you so fucking much.”
“Oh, Roman…” With a laugh of delight, she jumps up into my arms, clinging tight to my neck. “I love you too! I love you!” She makes a noise of contentment. “It feels so good to say it.”
“It really does.” I breathe in her warm scent, grinning at her. “Thank you for the necklace, sugar. It means the world…I’ll wear it forever.”
Freya’s chocolate eyes well up with joy and I kiss her hard, holding her tight as autumn leaves twirl around us, almost like they’re celebrating too.
My angel. The love of my life.
She’s all I’ll ever need, and I’m determined to be the best man I can be for her. I have a long road ahead of me. All the trauma I’ve been suppressing isn’t going to vanish overnight, but with Freya by my side, I know I can work through it. I’ll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her, and as we walk back to my truck hand-in-hand, each wearing one half of a wooden heart, I feel like the happiest man in the whole damn world.