42. Lavinia
FORTY-TWO
LAVINIA
I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like Roman and me, my head twisted at an odd angle. My feet wake up first as I wiggle my toes, then arch my foot, rubbing one along the back of my leg. I inhale sharply, stretching my sore muscles.
When I open my eyes, the space next to me is empty. The bed sheet has been pulled up, the pillows are scattered on the floor from when we had sex again. Hence why I’m naked.
I can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face.
I sit up in bed, hugging the covers to my naked body. My hair falls around my shoulders in a curly mess. The bedroom door is open, and I hear faint noises.
“Roman?”
Almost immediately, he appears in the doorway, wearing black lounge pants and nothing else.
His hair is a sexy mess and there’s two days stubble covering the lower half of his face.
God, he’s perfect. How can anyone be this perfect?
He walks into the room, putting a knee on the bed and bracing his hands on either side of my legs as he leans forward and kisses me softly.
“Good morning, Blossom.”
I can’t stop my smile from overtaking my face. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “About as well as can be expected with a man.”
Roman trails kisses along my shoulder and up to my neck. “I made you breakfast to make-up for it.”
“How long have you been up?”
Roman’s mouth is trailing kisses down my chest. With a tug, he pulls at the blanket I have covering me, his lips wrapping around the tip of my left breast. I moan softly, my clit pulsing with need.
“So beautiful,” Roman murmurs. “I’d rather have you for breakfast.”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, and Roman laughs. Giving me another kiss, he pulls me out of bed. “Come on, you clearly need real food.”
“No, but I liked the idea of you having me for breakfast. I’m really not that hungry.
” I lean up, pressing my sheet covered body against him as I suck on his neck.
Right now, I want him more than water or air or food.
I nip at his jaw, my teeth dragging over the stubble.
Roman’s grip tightens on my hips, his body pressing me against the wall.
“Let me take care of you, Lavinia.”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking for.”
He chuckles softly. “I meant, by letting me feed you when you’re hungry.”
Roman pulls away from me and kisses my forehead. My insides turn to mush, and I roll my eyes to pretend that his sweet words don’t affect me. “Fine. Just know that I’m doing it under duress.”
“Thank you. I’ll never forget this kindness.”
I clean up quickly and pull on Roman’s jersey again before walking out of the room.
I stop short when I get to the kitchen. Roman is there, drinking coffee, but it’s the breakfast table which surprises me.
There are two place settings with a plate of eggs and pancakes in the middle, a glass cup of iced coffee with a glass straw, fresh cut fruit, slices of sourdough bread, butter, honey, syrup.
“When did you wake up?”
“I wanted to get a few things done before you woke up.” Roman pulls out a chair and I sit down. He pushes the coffee cup toward me. “Try this. It’s not your usual coffee, but I think you’ll like it. Biscoff coffee with a pistachio cream foam. I tried not to make it too sweet.”
I’m very particular about my coffee because it can make or break your day. It’s why I never branched out, and perhaps why Roman already knew my coffee order without my needing to tell him. When you only like three kinds of coffee, it’s easy to remember.
And yet, Josh always got you black coffee.
Sshh. We’re not thinking about Josh. It doesn’t matter what Josh did or didn’t do. We’re winning by being married to a man who’s thoughtful.
I take a tentative sip of the coffee and the Biscoff and pistachio flavor hits immediately. It’s not too sweet and the coffee isn’t bitter. I’m immediately taking a second, longer sip.
“This might be the best thing I’ve tasted,” I say. I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for making this breakfast. It’s really sweet.”
I slide my chair closer to Roman because I need closeness after last night. Maybe he senses that because he smiles, brushing strands of hair out of my face and leaning in to kiss me softly.
“How do you feel after last night?” The sound of his voice is like honey, it drips down my back, causing shivers to erupt across my body. All he has to do is ask me a simple question and I’m turned on, it’s really not fair.
“Hungry. I forgot how much energy sex takes.” I slice off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth. “How do you feel?”
One of his hands is resting on my bare thigh and he squeezes it. “Hungry. But not for food.”
“Hey, I offered myself,” I say. “You denied me, so that’s on you. I hope you enjoy your pancakes.”
Roman sighs. “I could have been eating your pancake.”
I cringe at his joke, shoving at his shoulder. “Straight to jail!”
He spears a strawberry and holds it up for me.
I wrap my lips around the fork, biting it off.
I’m not expecting it to be so juicy and a little bit of the juice escapes the corner of my mouth.
I reach for my napkin, but Roman dips in, licking the juice off my skin.
His mouth is on mine in an instant and I moan softly as our tongues meet.
I’m pushing him back and climbing onto his lap, legs on either side of his hips so I’m straddling him. It’s his fault for kissing me, really.
“So greedy,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I never imagined you being as greedy for me as I am for you.”
I brush my fingers through his hair, tilting his head back a little so I can see his eyes. “Sometimes reality is a lot better than your imagination.”
Roman’s hands grip my waist and pull me against him, causing my clit to drag against his hardening cock. I gasp, my toes pressing into the floor as I roll my hips against him.
Roman scoops up a bit of syrup and drags it down the center of my chest, licking it off with his tongue. “The syrup is so much sweeter on your skin.”
My pussy clenches, and I wince slightly. I’m still sore from last night, but I don’t want to stop.
“R-Roman,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You don’t know what it does to me, Blossom,” Roman’s voice dips low, “hearing you beg for my cock.”
I reach between us, pushing my hand under the waistband of his sweats and wrapping it around his cock. Roman hisses sharply, bucking his hips into my hand.
“Breakfast can wait,” I say. “I need you more.”
Roman’s pushing away the plates and standing. My ass lands on the table and Roman rolls his hips into me, making me arch my back and moan. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come from this.
“I wanted to wait,” Roman says. “I wanted to give you a chance to recover from last night. I wanted to take care of you.”
I twist my hand up and down over his thick cock and Roman whimpers into my mouth. I thrust my other hand into his hair, giving him a rough kiss. “You are taking care of me. A good husband takes care of his wife’s needs and right now, I need you more than I need breakfast.”
It’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties. Roman pushes his sweatpants down and we both look to where my hand is jerking up and down his shaft.
“Baby, you better stop that if you want me to fuck you.”
I release him, and Roman kneels down in front of me. My thighs are spread open on either side of his broad shoulders and he’s in eyeline with my pussy. My whole body blushes. Roman looks up at me through his lashes as he leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over me.
“This isn’t fair,” I cry. “You told me not to make you come and you’re going to make me come.”
“You have the benefit of multiple orgasms.”
I push my fingers into his hair and tug, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get my point across. He’s standing in one swift motion, his mouth meeting mine. Roman’s cock nudges against my pussy and in one quick thrust, he’s inside me.
Fucking finally.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get over the fullness of having him inside me. It feels like I’m being torn apart and put back together around him. Roman doesn’t move, his forehead resting on my shoulder and I love that, too.
I love that he takes a moment to put himself together, as if this is something sacred. And of course, it is. It’s hot, and filthy, but it’s also sweet, the way he grips my hips and breathes slowly as if he’s also trying to memorize the feel of us in this moment.
When he starts to move, his movements are slow and controlled, deliberate. He pulls all the way out before entering me again. He keeps up this slow, maddening pace for a while and I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m on the edge and he chooses to tease me.
“Stop teasing me, baby. You know you want to go faster.” I bite his bottom lip and clench my pussy around him.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Wearing my shirt with my marks all over you?” Roman asks.
He’s finally faster, harder, making me cry out. The table shifts under us, making a scraping noise as it slides against the floor.
“Yes! Roman, I’m going to… don’t stop.”
His eyes burn into mine like twin flames. He has the most beautiful eyes, the color of honey and some days I want to drown in them because I feel safe when he looks at me. I don’t think he’s seeing my flaws. Instead, he sees all of me. Isn’t that terrifying?
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To see you come on my cock?”
I shake my head, brushing away a piece of his hair that has fallen onto his forehead.
“Forever, Lavinia,” he breathes. “I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to realize I liked girls, and I only wanted you. All those nights and days, every single moment. It killed me to see you with another man. But here you are. My wife.”
I fall back, taking Roman with me. The movement causes his pelvis to grind against my clit with each thrust forward. Roman’s hand wraps around my throat as he leans down to whisper on my lips.
“I can’t wait to see my wife come around my cock.”
He breathes the words into me and the friction against my clit sets my world on fire. My body clenches as I come, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids. Words are falling out of my mouth, but I’m not aware of them. I could’ve been calling Roman a sex god and I wouldn’t care because it’s true.
Roman’s right there with me, his hands gripping my hips. I know I already have bruises there from last night. Heat floods me with his release, and I arch, pressing my mouth against his. The kiss is sloppy, all teeth and tongue.
He rests his head on my chest, and I cling to him with my arms and legs wrapped around him as we catch our breaths.
“Roman?”
He hums.
“Thank you for breakfast. I really enjoyed it.”
Roman’s laughter shakes the whole table.