Chapter 7 Roman #2
“I don’t think my angel should be using that kind of language,” I tell her, reaching for the hem of her dress.
“Maybe I need to remind you how sweet you are.” I slide the dress up and over her head, groaning when I see she’s bare for me.
“These fucking tits,” I rasp, staring. “You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten myself off to memories of them. ”
“I’d like to see that.” Her voice is shaky. “I’ve never seen you come, you know. You’re always behind the glass.”
“You’re going to see my come,” I promise.
“Over and over again. You’re going to take it on these tits, in your mouth, in your cunt.
Wherever I want to put it.” I can’t stand it a second longer so I bring my mouth down to the soft flesh, pulling one nipple into my mouth.
It tastes every bit as sweet as I always imagined, and I pretty much lose my mind, suckling her over and over, switching from breast to breast. I feel like an animal, wanting to consume her, to mark her, to make her mine.
“Please,” she gasps, tugging at my hair, and I reluctantly let her nipple leave my mouth with a soft pop. She gives a shaky laugh. “You’re making me crazy.”
I run my lips up over her collarbones, stopping at her neck, then the soft spot under her jaw, before finally sliding to her ear. “That’s the last time you stop me from taking what I want from your body,” I rasp, and she shivers in my arms.
Of course that’s not fully true—she’ll always have a safe word, and I’ll remind her of it every time—but as long as she’s giving herself over to me, I plan to take possession in every way possible.
The mere thought makes me desperate to get inside her at last. I’m tempted to unbutton my trousers and thrust up into her just like this, but I’ve waited too long, dreamt about this too many times for it to be a fast fuck.
I want her under me in the bed, caged in by my arms, taking everything I have to give her.
So that’s what we do. I get her comfortable on her back, pausing only to slide her drenched thong down her legs, before standing and removing my clothes. The way she watches me with so much eager anticipation makes me feel ten feet tall. Maybe I’m not too gruff for her after all.
Once I’m naked, I stare down at her in the bed, feeling suddenly off-balanced. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I have no idea how I’m the lucky asshole who gets to be here with her.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admit, embarrassed by the shake in my voice. She just smiles, opening her arms to me.
“Start here,” she whispers and all my tension releases as I lower myself over her, letting her take me in her arms.
Being on top of her, skin-to-skin, is almost frighteningly good. It’s like she’s lighting up every single one of my nerve endings, lighting my entire body on fire. I kiss her until neither of us can breathe, then shift back a little.
“Open up for me,” I demand, wedging my hips between her thick, silky thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She does as she’s told, moaning sweetly when my tip brushes against her hot wet center. The barest touch feels so damn good I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from coming before I even get inside her.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you came to Wyld.” Her mouth drops open in shock, and I scoff. “Are you seriously surprised? I told you I’m obsessed, Noelle.” I let my dick drag through her wetness once, as if to prove my point. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
She pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone either,” she says shyly, and I bite back a roar of triumph. I know she hasn’t let any Dom fuck her during any of her public scenes, but I could never be sure she hadn’t done something with one of them in a private room.
“That’s good,” I grunt. “I won’t have to murder any of the members.”
She giggles, then goes quiet, biting her lip. “I’m not on birth control.”
I can’t stop the groan that erupts from deep in my chest. I let my head drop to her shoulder. “Fuck, Noelle.”
“Is that…is that a good thing?”
I lift my head, glaring down at her. “It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” I grit out. “The thought of taking you bare, knowing you’re not protected…fuck.”
Her eyes are wide. “Are you saying…you want…”
“To put a baby inside you? Fuck yes.”
“Oh.” She seems shocked, but not unhappy about it. After a moment, a sly grin tilts her lips. “That actually sounds pretty hot.”
I can’t wait another second. I get myself lined up with her slick entrance and push inside. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, hot wet silk squeezing me. “You’re so fucking tight,” I gasp, pushing harder.
“Big,” she gasps, shifting her hips, trying to adjust, to get used to the feeling.
I don’t let up. “You can take it,” I tell her, thrusting deeper, harder. “You’ll take all of me.”
“Yes,” she agrees, biting her lip. “I can. I don’t want you to hold back.”
There’s no question of that. She feels too fucking good to slow down, too good to restrain myself. All I can think is that I need more—need to feel more of her wrapped around me, need to feel more of the amazing clench of her cunt, need to get further inside her.
She lets me, taking every thrust I give her.
Her back arches, hips tilting up to bring me even deeper.
She’s moaning and whimpering, the sounds that drove me so crazy every time I watched her from a distance.
But now those noises are in my ear, accompanied by her hot breath, her sweet whispered words.
So good, Roman.
Love this.
Love how you feel.
Please take me.
Make me yours.
She’s no longer an untouchable vision behind a glass wall. She’s real and warm and soft and mine. Mine to touch and kiss. Mine to hold down, to pin to the mattress. Mine to fuck. Mine to own.
It’s too much.
I go up onto my knees, barely pausing in the snapping of my hips, and grab a pillow to wedge under her ass.
She whimpers as it presses against her still-stinging skin and I can’t help but grin wickedly.
“I like that you’re still sore,” I tell her, grabbing her hips to give myself better leverage to pound into her.
“I can’t wait to see how sore I can make you with my paddle. ”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard, and a rush of euphoria goes through me. She’s so fucking perfect for me. My sweet submissive who not only doesn’t mind my rough, dominating side—she craves it. Needs it just as badly as I do.
The realization, the connection I feel, brings the experience to another level. “It’s like you were made for me,” I say in wonder, staring down at her. “Just for me.”
“I’m yours,” she agrees, and it’s enough to send heat shooting up my spine. My balls draw tight, my orgasm too close to fight off.
I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing in quick circles. “If you’re mine, you’ll do as I say.”
She nods eagerly, her eyes bright, cheeks pink. Her perfect tits bounce every time I thrust into her. So fucking gorgeous.
“Then I want you to come for me,” I demand, circling faster. “Come now, Noelle.”
And perfect submissive that she is, she obeys.
Feeling her velvety walls clench down around me, seeing the look of pure bliss wash over her face—it’s all too much.
I manage to ride out her release, keeping up the pressure on her clit, but the second I sense her coming down, I collapse on top of her, my thrusts growing erratic as I chase my own orgasm.
“You’re mine, too, you know,” she murmurs in my ear, her voice sweet and satisfied. “I love you, Roman.”
That’s all it takes. I come harder than I ever have in my life, my mind whiting out with pleasure like I’ve never known.
Eventually I gain enough consciousness to remember that I’m coming inside her unprotected pussy, that I could be putting a baby in her right now, and my orgasm gets a second wind, making me shudder on top of her, her name a roar dragged from my lips.
It’s a long moment before either of us manage to speak. “I kissed you,” I finally slur against her shoulder. “That means you have to move in.”
She laughs, still breathless, and I manage to roll off her, pulling her immediately to my chest. I don’t want an inch between us. Not ever again.
“Tomorrow,” I continue. “I’ll hire someone to get all your stuff.”
“I’ve never even been to your house,” she points out.
“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to get comfortable there. I plan to keep you naked until New Year. At least.”
She giggles, burrowing into me, and my heart feels so full it’s actually frightening.
I still have my doubts—not in her, fuck no.
Not even in us. But I doubt myself, doubt my ability to be as open as she deserves.
I’ll fucking try, though. I’ll try every damn day.
Now that I’ve had her, there’s no going back.
I’m going to work my ass off to take care of her, to make her laugh, to give her everything she needs.
“You know what you said before?” she whispers against my chest. “About your past and how it changed you?”
I nod, throat suddenly tight.
She kisses my chest, right over my heart. “You said you didn’t know if you could ever be normal again. And maybe that’s true, maybe you won’t.” I can hear her smile in her voice. “Personally, I think normal is overrated.”
I chuckle at that, but she lifts herself from my chest, gazing down at me with a fierceness I’ve never seen in her blue eyes before. “Maybe neither of us is normal. But I know this, Roman Clarke. We have the power to make each other better.”
I have to swallow several times before I can speak, there’s so much emotion in my throat. “You don’t need to be any better, angel. You’re already perfect.”
She smiles at me and the sight of it is the greatest gift I could ever get for Christmas. “Then you can just make me happy.”
My grin is big enough to match hers—not such a scowling bastard now, I guess.
“It’s a deal.”