Chapter Eight
“God, I missed, you.” Rome told her as they both feverishly tried to divest each other of their clothing in the middle of his living room.
“Mmm, I missed you, too,” Sasha moaned against his mouth.
He also missed the summer weather where all that stood between him and Sasha’s naked skin was a little sundress and her bra and panties. Now she wore a sweater, a shirt underneath it, jeans, a freakin’ tank-top… “Jesus, how many layers do you have on? You’re harder to get into than Fort Knox.”
Sasha giggled. “You have enough condoms this time?”
He playfully nipped her bottom lip, eliciting a moan from her. “I have a twelve pack,” he answered gruffly.
When he was down to his boxers, and Sasha topless, with just her underwear on, he squeezed her breasts together and licked each nipple right before he hoisted her up and carried her to his bedroom. He climbed onto his four-poster bed with her still straddled around him.
Sasha moaned into his mouth as he cupped her round, beautiful breasts. She had a natural C-cup, creamy skin, and rosy nipples, currently taut and begging him for another taste. He happily obliged, sucking one into his mouth while plucking the other with his thumb and forefinger, and then switching to give the other equal attention.
He then kissed and licked slowly down the front of her until he reached his prize. After ripping off her white lace panties, he found her pretty pink lips glistening with her desire for him. “I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said against her lips, his voice husky. Her taste was heaven, sweet with a little tang as her warmth hit his tongue. “Or maybe I’ll just keep ripping them off until you have no underwear left.” He held her bucking hips down as he devoured her, delighting in her successive loud moans. She fisted her hand in his hair, encouraging him to go even deeper, to suck harder on her clit. When he inserted two fingers into her core and curved them to hit the spot he recalled drove her mad last time they made love, she screamed. He felt the pulsing of her repeated spasms, and he did not let up until her body finally calmed.
Rome was burning for her. It had been too long, the ache in his chest only now subsiding at finally having her in his arms again, and he knew he could not be gentle, but he wanted to prolong this moment rather than go for instant gratification. He crawled up her body, delivering open-mouthed kisses as he went.
“I ache so badly for you, Sasha,” he murmured against her lips, grinding himself against her. She was wet and slick, making him wish he could take her without anything between them, but they could talk about that later.
“Now, Rome. Please.” She sounded as desperate as he felt.
“Soon, sweetness. I want you to close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice breathy. Her eyes obligingly closed.
He kissed her lips, savoring their softness, before sliding his tongue in her mouth to entwine with hers. After a few moments, he released her and sat up between her legs. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth slightly ajar with soft panting breaths escaping her. With just the tips of his fingers, he slid them from her neck all the way down to her glistening seam.
“Don’t think about anything now, Sasha. Just feel,” he gently commanded right before he encircled her sensitive clit with his thumb. He decided he wasn’t going to let her come again until he was inside of her, wanting to make them both even more desperate.
He stopped when he sensed her getting close and then brought his fingers to her lips so she could taste herself. “See how delicious you are?”
Sasha moaned as she sucked on his fingers, and suddenly he wanted her lips around another part of him. Badly. When he moved closer to her, holding himself up as he straddled her chest, he brought his cock to her lips, and she eagerly licked the pre-cum off the head before she sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh Jesus, that feels so good.”
She continued to torment and tease his dick until the erotic vision of her hollowed in cheeks, alternating with her tongue swirling around him, quickly became too much and with a loud groan, he popped out of her mouth and shifted back down her body and in between her legs. He captured her lips in another searing kiss.
Finally, he told her to open her eyes again. She looked as dazed as he felt, need swirling in her half-hooded eyes, pushing him to his breaking point. He reached into his nightstand to pull out the box of condoms and then tore the box open. When he was finally sheathed, he agilely flipped Sasha over on to her stomach and then pulled her up on all fours, grabbing on to her hips in the process. They both cried out when he plunged into her. Being inside her after all this time felt like coming home, and he knew with absolute certainty that he would never let her go again.
“See how well we fit together?”
“Yes!”
Long, slow strokes turned into hard, deep thrusts, her velvety walls gripping him tightly as he pounded in to her. He loved watching himself disappear inside as his hips slammed into her. Sex had never felt as good with anyone as it did with her and never on such a soul deep level.
Sasha’s drawn out “Mmms” and sexy, gravelly “Ahs” added fuel to his desire. He was ready to burst. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“No. Harder! Make me come, please.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He pounded into her harder as she practically demanded of him, her moans growing louder, as did his, the peak in front of him swiftly approaching. And then he let go with several loud continuous grunts as soon as she tightened around him like a vise grip and screamed out her release.
He collapsed on top of her until his limbs were able to recover enough to change positions, and then he rolled them both over so Sasha could lay on top of him instead, both of them unspeaking at first. Rome simply reveled in the sensation of her head on his chest, her hand resting on his shoulder, the light puffs of her breath against his skin, and the feel of her silken hair as he ran his fingers through the strands.
A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips, breaking the silence. “What are you thinking about?”
“How much I’m looking forward to waking up with you in my arms again,” he answered, his voice husky. “And how many ways from Sunday I’ll have you before the sun comes up.”
“Twelve,” she deadpanned. “Erm … make that eleven more ways from Sunday.”
The force of both their laughter shook the bed. “That will most definitely be a world record for me,” Rome said, “but I am game to try, Ms. Palmer.”
Sasha stilled in his arms as she lifted her chin and locked gazes with him, sadness evident in her eyes.
Rome immediately understood. “Your name makes no difference to me.”
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” she quoted.
Rome just hoped that his and Sasha’s story would not end as tragically as the one the famous bard had told.