Roman

By the time I’d crawled into bed beside Jessa, it was after two o’clock in the morning and she was sound asleep. I would have much rather spent the night with her, but I’d wanted to personally oversee the security setup and it’d taken awhile to get everything up and running. Not wanting to wake her up, I gently pulled her into my arms and held her during the four hours of sleep I allowed myself before I woke up to check in with Xander’s guys again. Since they’d had the shorter drive to get to my cabin, I’d had them take the night shift on our protection detail while Brecken’s team headed into town to check into the closest motel.

Nothing had happened when I’d slept, so their report was brief. Unfortunately, it was long enough that Jessa had woken up and was puttering around my kitchen mumbling to herself when I walked back inside the cabin. My plan to crawl back into bed next to her and find a creative way to wake her up went out the window. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy the sight of her in my space, her hair mussed and wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and matching pink tank.

Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck. “If we forgot something when we did the supply run yesterday, I can send one of the guys to town to grab it for you this morning.”

“We basically cleared out the store,” she grumbled. “There’s nothing left for them to buy.”

“Beautiful,” I sighed, turning her in my arms so I could look down at her face. "I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what's wrong."

“This kitchen was designed for a giant, that’s what! I wanted to surprise you with breakfast. My specialty, even.” She opened a cabinet and pointed up at the top shelf. “But I can’t reach the damn waffle iron without climbing on the cabinet.”

“I can get it down for you,” I offered. I reached an arm out, but I dropped it when she swatted it.

“It’s not just the waffle iron. There are all sorts of things up there I might need. I have to stretch all the way up to reach any of the pots and pans.” I glanced over to where the rack hung from the ceiling and saw what she meant. “And although I can get to the glasses, the plates and bowls are one shelf too high for me to reach.”

"There’s plenty of extra cabinet space.” I opened some of the doors underneath the counter to show her that they were empty. “I’ve just always used the higher up ones so I didn’t have to bend low to get to stuff when I needed it.”

“Like I said, this kitchen was designed for a giant.” She narrowed her eyes at me accusingly. “You.”

I was tempted to shrug my shoulders, but I didn’t want to piss her off any more than she already was. "That’s easy. Change whatever you want."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Move everything around so it’s where you want it to be. But not by yourself. I don’t want you climbing up on the counters, so tell me what needs to be moved and I’ll do it for you.”

“But it’s your cabin,” she argued. “It should be the way you want it to be. Not me.”

“Since you’re the first person other than me who’s walked through that door since I bought the place, maybe you should think of the place as half yours.”

“The first person? In six years? Half mine?” she echoed.

I yanked her flush against my body. “Yes. Yes. And yes.”

“Oh my,” she whispered before jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist.

When the wet heat of her pussy pressed against my cock, my control snapped. I carried her into the bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way. We were both naked by the time I dropped her onto the mattress. “It’s your turn for a yes, beautiful.”

“Yes. Yes. And please, yes.”

It was all the encouragement I needed to hear. I bent over her body and licked at her tits, my mouth hot and hungry against her silky skin. Her fingers tugged at my hair as I tongued her nipples into hard peaks before trailing lower. I circled her belly button and then headed straight for her clit and sucked it into my mouth.

“Roman,” she moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders as she writhed beneath me.

“I have to make sure you’re ready,” I whispered against her damp skin. I slid a finger into her, stroking her higher and higher but not letting her come. Not until she was almost incoherent with pleasure did I let her splinter apart. Then I settled over her and sunk inside with one powerful thrust. When she tensed beneath me and let out a little whimper, I ran my hands through her hair, kissing her face and whispering about how amazing she felt until she started to move restlessly again.

I cautiously pulled out, watching her face for any signs of pain, and then pushed back inside her. “Better than I ever could have imagined.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “Need more.”

I began to move, slowly at first, enjoying the wet clench of her pussy walls as it tried to keep me inside. It didn’t take long before I felt a tingling at my spine, and I lifted her legs up to wrap them around my waist and slid my hands under her ass to change up the angle so I’d be sure to hit just the right spot as I picked up speed. Her head fell back onto her pillow, and her back arched off the mattress.

“Roman!” she cried out, her pussy tightening to the point where I had to fight to get my cock back inside.

I was seconds away from exploding, but I wasn’t going to come without her. With one hand still lifting her ass up, my other trailed around her hip to pluck at her clit. “So fucking wet and tight. I love how you feel wrapped around my cock. Come for me again, beautiful. Now.”

“Yes!” she screamed, and her walls clamped down on my cock. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and my climax roared through me. I buried myself deep inside her, come pouring out of me in hot spurts. When I was finished, I groaned as I pulled out of her tight grip and dropped down on the mattress beside her, rolling her limp body into my arms.

We lay there together, her head on my chest as our racing hearts settled and we caught our breath. I would have been happy to stay like that forever, except my stomach chose that moment to let out a loud growl. “Those waffles you mentioned would come in handy right about now.”

“I’ll make them for you,” she offered. “But I want to eat them with whipped cream on top, and then I want to come back to bed and bring the rest of the can with us.”

“Fuck the waffles,” I growled, rolling off the mattress. “Stay right where you are, and I’ll grab the whipped cream.”

By the time she made the waffles, she had to use syrup instead because we’d gone through the entire bottle in bed. Not that she complained.