Page 52 of Falling for Rome


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But he didn’t say anything back, he kept teasing my labia while ignoring my throbbing, needy clit. It was driving me insane. It wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge. Just a few flicks, and I would come.

Without even thinking about it, my right hand let go of the headboard and wandered between my legs to that spot Rome had been ignoring. I gently rubbed against my clit, my thighs tightening around Rome’s head. I was so close. Just one more—

Rome nudged my hand away from my clit with his nose. “This is my show. No backseat driving.”

“What? Your show? This is my body.”

“And you agreed to let me drive, so stop being so greedy.”

“Greedy?! I’m not—” The rest of my protest was swallowed by my moan as he finally paid attention to my clit. Both of my hands gripped the smooth wood headboard.

Oh my god.

That was so…

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t last much longer.

And I didn’t.

My eyes slammed shut as I crested the wave, tremors quaking throughout my body. I think I let out some kind of howl as I came, my thighs still gripping Rome’s head. After a few beats, my whole body slackened and only Rome’s hands on my butt kept me from crushing him.

He laughed huskily as he lowered me off his head. Sliding me to my side next to him, he twisted and grabbed something—no doubt a condom—from his nightstand.

“I don’t agree with what you said,” I mumbled into his sinfully soft pillow.

“About what?” Rome asked as he knelt on the bed between my legs. All his attention was on rolling a condom onto his large, visibly throbbing cock.

I would’ve offered to help, but I couldn’t exactly feel my fingers at the moment. My whole body was just languid and mellow. Bliss.

“You don’t agree with me about what?” He prompted as he moved upward between my legs, his condom covered cock, nudging my folds. But he didn’t thrust home. All his entire focus was on my face as he waited for me to answer.

“About you being a regular guy.” I sighed as I settled my hips into the bed, teasing him with my spread thighs. “I thought you were being an ass with the way you were licking me, but now I think you’re seriously talented. A sex god really. I’ve never come like—”

The rest of my words were lost as Rome thrust his cock into me.

He was long and thick and oh my god.

When his hips were kissing mine, he leaned down and gave me a gentle peck. “Still just a guy, but I’ll happily accept your sex god title.”

My arms and legs wrapped around him as he kissed me again. His lips covered mine as he set a steady pace, thrusting inside me. And all I could do was hold on and let him. He was so big, stretching the walls of my pussy.

One of his hands snaked between our thrusting bodies and tickled at my still sensitive clit. He was sweet, but there was no way I was going to come again—not this soon. I was just happy to enjoy the wonderful, wet friction between us. I didn’t need another orgasm.

But Rome was quick to prove me wrong.

He gently coaxed my clit, teasing it with a soft touch juxtaposed against his hard, thrusting rhythm. His lips and tongue continued to move over mine. After a few moments, he broke our mouths apart to kiss his way along my jaw to that spot just under my chin.

“I have dreamed about having you right here. Moaning just like that. All open and wanting. Moaning for me. Christ, you’re so fucking hot.”

I moaned at his words. I still couldn’t believe that he’d wasted even a moment thinking about me. That telltale tingle rose up between my thighs. “Ah, god. Rome.”

“So fucking perfect. And now, all mine.”

His thrusts sped up and he continued to stroke my clit. The combination of it all. His words. His hot, labored breathing in my ear. His cock. That touch against my tingling clit. It all had me hovering at the edge again. I couldn’t. Not again. Not this soon.

Rome gave a shout and ground his hips against mine. His cock was so deep I could feel it nudging against my cervix. That pain/pleasure sensation was too much. It sent me over the edge, and waves of pleasure crashed over me.

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