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“To starting college.” Roman raises his glass.
“Thank you.” I sip my wine. That’s right, tomorrow I officially begin attending classes. I’m settled in, I have my schedule, and I’m ready. Now I have a gorgeous dorm room too.
Outside of preparing for school, Roman has taken up most of my time this summer. He’s held true to his word. He spends every single day making me feel special, cherished, and loved.
He sends me texts from work. Little desserts with love notes, he sends to the house on the evenings we don’t spend together. But most importantly, he tells me he loves me, and I believe every word.
Physically we’ve taken things slow, not going beyond making out. It feels right to reconnect emotionally and mentally first, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss the sex. Like, really miss it. I want all of Roman. I think I’m ready.
Dinner is amazing, the food tastes richer than before, everything about spending time with Roman since we agreed to start over is brighter, fuller, deeper. It’s simply…more.
I gaze across the table at this incredible man. His angular features are sharper in the candlelight, cast in ever moving shadows. He really is gorgeous, reminding me of a Greek God with his straight nose and full lips. Not to mention the rest of his body is a sculpted masterpiece.
I bite down on my lip, trying and failing to keep my lustful thoughts at bay. Honestly, I’m not sure how I’ve gone this long without touching him.
He watches me watch him. “Penny for your thoughts.”
“I’m sure you know exactly what I’m thinking.” My voice is breathy.
A smirk twists his cruel lips, he’s a master at reading my body language. With two fingers he summons me to him. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, he catches me around the waist, sits me on his lap, and presses my back to his chest. I’m caged in by his arms and I am loving every moment.
“Elevated heart rate, wide pupils, flushed skin,” he murmurs in my ear. “I think you’re thinking about me doing naughty things to you, principessa. Do you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you within an inch of your life?”
My panties dampen and I roll my hips, riding Roman’s thigh. “Yes.”
“Yeswhat?”
“Yes, please. Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Roman lifts me from his lap, and presses my body forward over the table. In a matter of seconds my dress is up around my waist, my panties are gone, and Roman’s on his knees, his hot tongue licking my pussy. I grab fistfuls of the tablecloth and hang on for what’s sure to be a wild ride.
He fucks me with his tongue, his fingers teasing my clit. It’s been so long that I’m instantly quivering, thighs shaking, and muscles clenching. The orgasm tears through me like a tsunami.
“Oh my God, Roman!” I cry into the tablecloth.
“That’s right, principessa, right now I am your God.” He buries his cock in my sensitive pussy, and I cry out again.
Roman does what he promised, fucking me with punishing thrusts. The table creaks, dishes rattle, and our wine glasses topple, but neither of us pay the destruction much mind.
He smooths his palms over my ass, kneading, caressing, and I know what’s coming next. One solid smack, and my pussy clenches around him, another orgasm sends me into oblivion.
“Fuck.” Roman rocks his hips, riding through it. Then he withdraws, flips me over, and enters me with languid, but powerful thrusts. He smooths my hair away from my face and rests his forehead on mine.
Suddenly, the entire energy of what we’re doing shifts. We stare into each other’s eyes. Into the other’s heart and soul. The amount of love I find in his gaze, beaming at me, is more than one person could possibly hold for another. Yet it’s there, clear as a summer’s day.
Our bodies move together, a primal dance, the physical manifestation of what our hearts are saying to each other.
I love you.
I cherish you.
I want forever with you.
We’re no longer fucking, we’re making love.
This time, we come together in a mind-shattering, soul-bending release that strips us both down to nothing, then rebuilds us in a new form, one whole from two halves.
