He groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips, and his hands gripped my waist tight enough to bruise. I didn’t care. I wanted the marks. I wanted proof this was real.
“Rome,” I breathed when we broke apart, but he just kissed his way down my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point. His beard scratched deliciously against my sensitive skin.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my collarbone, his hands already working my shirt up over my head. I raised my arms, letting him strip it off, and then his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard through my bra, and I cried out, arching into him.
He stood suddenly, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he walked us toward the sliding door.
“Where are we going?” I asked, breathless, as he carried me inside.
“Bed,” he said, his voice rough. “We’re going to need the bed.”
“But I like it on the deck,” I protested, though my body betrayed me, grinding against him as he walked.
“You’ll like this more.”
He navigated the hallway in the dark, never stumbling. Then we were in his bedroom, the space lit only by moonlight through the window, and he was lowering me to the floor.
I expected him to push me onto the bed, but instead, he lay back, pulling me with him until I was straddling his chest, looking down at him in the dim light.
“Come here,” he commanded, his hands gripping my thighs, guiding me upward.
I realized what he wanted and felt a flush of heat spread through me, equal parts embarrassment and arousal. “Rome-”
“You brought it up,” he reminded me, his smile wicked in the darkness. “Now come sit on my face, Josie. Let me taste you.”
I moved up his body, trembling, until my knees bracketed his head. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry, and then he gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his waiting mouth.
The first touch of his tongue made me cry out, my hands flying to the headboard for support. He licked into me with slow, deliberate strokes, circling my clit, teasing my entrance. His beard scratched against my inner thighs, the sensation adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure building inside me.
“Oh god,” I panted, my hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the rhythm he set. “Rome, please-”
He doubled his efforts, sucking at my clit, his tongue flicking against me in a way that made my vision blur. I was grinding against his face now, shameless and desperate, and he groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice muffled but his meaning clear. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
I did, my movements becoming frantic, my moans filling the room. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, and when he thrust his tongue inside me, I shattered. I cried out his name, and my whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
Before I could come down, he was moving, sliding out from beneath me and flipping me onto my stomach. I heard the rustle of the rest of his clothes coming off, and then his hands were on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. “On your hands,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own need.
I obeyed, pushing up onto my palms, my cheek pressed to the mattress, my body still trembling from my orgasm. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my ass, spreading me open. Then he was pushing inside, thick and hard and filling me completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “You feel incredible, Josie. So tight. So wet.”
He started to move, slow at first, letting me adjust, but I pushed back against him, needy and impatient. “More,” I begged. “Please, Rome. Fuck me.”
He obliged, his pace turning brutal, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. The angle was perfect, hitting something deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes, and I could feel another orgasm building already, impossibly soon.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his voice strained. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I reached between my legs, my fingers finding my sensitive clit, still swollen from his mouth. I circled it in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation was overwhelming, too much yet exactly enough.
“Rome,” I gasped, my whole body tensing. “I’m going to-”
“Come,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. “Come with me, beautiful. Now.”
I did, my second orgasm ripping through me even more intense than the first, my inner muscles clamping down on him as I cried out into the mattress. He followed me over the edge with a roar, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside me. His hips jerking through his release.
We collapsed together, him rolling to the side and pulling me with him, spooning me against his chest as we both struggled to breathe. His heart hammered against my back, matching the wild rhythm of my own.
