Glancing into the bathroom mirror I finish my look with a slick of mascara. I run my fingers through my mane of thick chocolate coloured hair to separate the curls and spray a spritz of my favourite perfume onto the side of my neck… well, actually it’s Rome’s favourite perfume, I know he can’t resist me when I’m wearing it. I can see him in the reflection of the mirror, relaxing into the plump pillows, working diligently. Sunlight washes across his dark skin as he reclines, the lapel of his camel coloured robe has spilled open and is now revealing his toned torso beautifully. I look back at myself and bite the bottom of my lip, wishing he would glance away from his screen for just one second and see me, standing in a delicate lace thong, and one of his crisp white shirts. He doesn’t. His eyes stay locked to his tablet, his fingers deftly working their way over its surface. I watch as they move back and forth, over and over again and wish that they were dancing their way over my body instead.
There’s just something about him in this moment that I find wholly absorbing. It’s the look of concentration etched on his face—the way that his full lips part ever so slightly when his attention is focussed, and the fact that under his robe I can make out his exceptional form. My eyes linger, working their way down, drinking in every last drop there is. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and let the shirt I’m wearing fall open. My fingers are instinctively drawn to my nipples, I pinch them softly, letting delicate jolts of electricity course through my body as I roll them between my fingertips. A soft moan escapes my lips and I ache for him. Ache for some hot romantic sex.
I try and tell myself no, I should leave him to work, this is important to him, and I can get mine afterwards. I should wait. But, it’s like my head and heart are working against one another, my desire is in the driving seat and I can do little to stop it, not that I want to. I survey myself in the mirror, my nipples are now erect and there’s a pool of warm wetness begging to form between my legs. I can resist no longer, not that I ever stood a chance, I was never very good at denying myself. I turn around, and walk into the bedroom, my yearning increasing with each step. I sidle up to the edge of the bed and take a deep breath.
“Rome?” I say, tentatively.
He holds up a finger, to signal that he needs a moment. This is like fuel to a flame and does nothing but spur me on. I climb onto the bed to join him, impulsively I straddle him, my fingers wrap around his tablet as I attempt to take it from him.
“Babe! I’m really up against it, I’ve got to get this finished before we go to dinner, I’ve got less than an hour to get it all done,” he says. “I’m on a bit of a mission, sorry…”
“So am I,” I reply huskily.
I pause for a moment, wondering whether or not I should stop, but the thought leaves my mind as quickly as it had entered it, I try to pull the tablet from him again, but he resists. I fix him with a defiant stare and he looks at me, our eyes meet I can sense his resolve beginning to fade. That’s not the only thing—a bulge has started to form. I search his gaze, his deep brown eyes, framed by long dark lashes soften, the promise he had made to himself lies in tatters. This is all the encouragement I need, he opens his mouth as if to utter one last protest, but I silence his words with my lips. I’m vaguely aware of my shirt slipping down past my shoulders, our kiss deepens and a frantic urge takes hold of me, all I want is him, all I need is him. The thought of him inside me fills me with a longing so powerful that it almost steals my breath.
Rome is melting under my attention, his resolution broken, his will now mine.
Long moments pass between us, our lips never part company, not once. The world seems to slow down as everything intensifies. A gasp escapes my lips as he cups my breasts, his large hands engulf them and my stiffened nipples press into the flesh of his palms. My head falls back in the ecstasy of anticipation as a moan flows from my lips.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, as waves of undulating pleasure wash over me.
Rome leans forward, his hands leave me and I momentarily mourn the loss of the warmth on my breasts. I needn’t have worried before I know it his palms have been replaced by his lips. He splits his attention between my nipples, drawing first one into his mouth and then the other. He runs the tip of his tongue over the erect nubs, swirling over them in such a way that my nerves are on fire. My most sensitive area begins to throb now, pulsing with expectation. I ache inside, my body is on autopilot and I yearn for that space to be filled by his delicious cock. This thought resonates, I pull away, my nipple tugged from between his teeth as a delectable shot of pleasure laced with pain shoots through me.
Lowering myself down his body I plant soft kisses as I go.
He reclines and parts his legs, giving me the access I crave. I undo the belt of his robe and let it fall to either side. My eyes greedily take in the sight before me, his impressive erection seems to be beckoning me, daring me almost. I lick my lips, unable to wait any longer. Lowering my head, I start by taking in the end of his penis, I stifle a smug smile, unable to resist enjoying the guttural sound that he makes as my tongue slides back and forth over his tip. My lips stretch as I attempt to take in his whole length, Rome arches his hips and I can sense him becoming desperate for more. There’s a dull thud as his tablet falls to the floor, it doesn’t even register with him, I know that he’s in his element now and not even King Kong tearing through our building could break him from his reverie of pleasure. His turgid member fills my mouth and I work my way up and down his shaft, each time I allow him in a little more and a little more until eventually, I have engulfed all of him. Saliva seeps from the corners of my mouth, hot and wet. He moans hoarsely and pushes himself into me further, I’m desperate for him now, utterly desperate.
The idea of his thick cock is almost too much for me to bear, I pull away and make my move. But, Rome has other ideas. He’s always liked making me wait, teasing me, bringing me to the edge then watching with delight as I’m pulled back in. He lays me down and nestles between my legs. The fabric of my underwear is pulled to the side, his breath is hot against my nakedness, pulses of excitement sting and I arch my back, offering myself to him fully. He needs no more encouragement, he whispers something inaudible then, ever so slowly, begins to lick me up and down. As his tongue makes contact I cry out. I can’t help it, his soft wet lips against my folds is all-consuming, I never want it to end, yet can’t wait for it to stop, so he can fuck me senseless all at the same time. I draw my hips back and wrap my legs around the back of his head, desperate to make the most of every second of his attentions.
My clit is pulsating now, I’m hot—too hot. I tear the shirt from my body, it’s too much of a distraction, I want only to think of, and feel Rome. He’s still between my legs, his strong hands are planted firmly on my thighs, he pushes them apart a bit more, and drives himself closer to me, flattening his tongue and using its warm, wet, width to lap overwhelm my entire pleasure zones.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I moan.
For several glorious moments, we are one, Rome works diligently, the peak of my pleasure his only concern. The sweet, sensuality of sexual pressure is building between my thighs. It’s all I can do not to scream out loud, it’s almost too much. I try to move but Rome has me fixed to one spot. I look down and see his bicep flex with the effort of keeping me still.
I writhe against the soft sheets, luxuriating in the waves of unadulterated bliss that are breaking over me. Nothing matters in this moment in time, the climax is coming and I am completely unable to resist. The orgasm is powerful, more powerful than I could have expected, it breaks over me as Rome deftly inserts one of his fingers and begins to stroke me, coaxing the climax from me in a delicious and persistent way.
I cry out. I have no idea which words come out of my mouth, or even if they’re words at all. All I’m aware of is the exquisite sense of electricity shooting through my body, crashing down over me and washing me away into a sea of ecstasy.
I lie there for long, contented moments as the aftershock of orgasm subsides, my eyes are shut, my breath is heavy. I can sense Rome looking at me and I know he’s devouring what lays before him, he’s taking in the sight of me, almost naked, powerless, and spent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he climbs on top of me.
I exhale as his weight bears down on me and open my eyes. He has a look of dogged determination on his face, which makes the hairs on the nape of my neck stand to attention.
Now who’s on a mission, I think, feeling smug.
As his face comes to meet mine, I notice the beating of his heart against my chest, a slow and steady rhythmic thud that seems to quicken as I part my legs and invite him in for more. He bends his head and administers soft, butterfly-like kisses on my neck. He pulls away from me, kneeling between my legs with his throbbing dick in his hand. I instinctively pulled my knees up higher, giving him a view that forces a low, animalistic grunt from his lips.
The tip of his penis glistens invitingly and again, I find myself wanting everything right now, I can’t wait—won’t wait. My hand reaches out for him, but he has already understood my urgent desire. I watch closely as he pushes the tip of his cock into me, the delicious stretch his girth provides is almost too much, I thrust my hips forward, begging for more with my body. He makes me wait though—Rome has always been an expert in delayed gratification and this is no exception. He slowly teases me with his glans, rubbing the head of his bulging penis over my clitoris, he parts my soft folds and enters me ever so slowly. I cry out, partly with impatience, I’m utterly desperate for more. Eventually, I get what I want—Rome pushes his length inside of me.
I am on fire. I moan over and over again as he fills me until our bodies are fully connected in a way that makes me ache.
Rhythmically we work together, in unison, our bodies moving as one. We grind slowly against one another, revelling in the sensations coursing through our veins. I want to be even closer—I bring my knees up and wrap my legs around his taut waist, pulling him in, desperate to bring him even further inside.
Rome obliges, pushing his hips forward and drives himself into me. Our connection is exquisite, perfect. The familiar sensations of climax stir within me and Rome knows it.
He begins to thrust, treating me to all new sensations, distracting me from climax but adding to the build-up all the same. He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently, but firmly, which elicits a moan from my mouth as the fine balance between pleasure and pain is struck.
I lie helpless, my senses overloaded with sheer delight and absolute bliss. I surrender to the pleasure and give myself up to it. A feeling so well known starts to break over me, hot, pulsing electricity courses through my body and I buck against him, I am can’t resist any longer. I cry out as climax takes me again, my body is throbbing with delight as my fingernails rake his smooth, dark skin. I reach the summit of sensation and moan with gratification. I lie, looking up at Rome, unable to believe how well we fit together and am eternally grateful for it. His fingertips lazily trace an outline over my pale skin, he looks at me lovingly and we share a kiss.
It takes just mere moments before the fire within me reignites, it’s his turn now—I want to satisfy him in the same way he has just satisfied me and make him feel as good as I do. I sit up and place my hands softly, but firmly, against his chest, my painted fingernails bite into his skin as I push him down onto the bed.
A thrill quills inside me as I see his eyes widen with unexpected delight. He complies beautifully and I climb on top of him, taking complete control of our pleasure, which turns me on in unexpected ways. I take his still swollen dick in my hands and guide him into me. In one gorgeously fluid motion I lower myself down onto him and he gasps with satisfaction as his shaft is engulfed by my warmth and wetness. I rock back and forth on top of him as I play with my nipples, something I know he loves.
A gruff noise escapes his lips and I know he’s close to climax. I quicken my pace and revel in the sight before me, it is Rome’s turn to be helpless now, he is moments away from surrender, I know it. He begins to spasm underneath me, his cock is twitching inside of me. I watch him as his eyes roll back and his head lolls, he cries out again and clenches the sheets in his balled fists. I continue to move, backwards and forwards, over and over again, enticing the orgasm from him with a rocking motion I know he finds ever so sexy and simply can’t resist. Seconds later Rome is coming, he can fight it no more. His hot jet swells within me and it’s nothing short of delicious. He bucks against me, but I stay firm, bearing down on him until the waves of pleasure that have been crashing over him have begun to ebb away.
“Wow, that was…” was all that he could manage.
We gaze at each other for several long moments, relaxed in each other’s company, both completely satisfied. I pull away from him and settle myself beside him on the bed, drawing myself into the crook of his arm and resting my head against his chest. I kiss him gently then lie against him, the familiar flutter of gratitude for my relationship, and our love fills my heart.
“Rome?” I ask, fighting post-coital sleepiness.
“Yes, babe?” he replies as he runs his fingers through my dark hair and kisses the top of my head.
“I think we can still make dinner.”
“Well, we’ve definitely worked up an appetite,” he agrees with a smile.
I slip out of the shirt I’d been wearing and into one of my favourite dresses, something far more fitting for appearing in public. Rome pulls on a pair of dark jeans and a fitted shirt that hugs his biceps phenomenally well. I pad into the bathroom, run a comb through my now tangled hair and apply a slick of red lipstick. I survey my reflection and notice that my cheeks are still flushed from our pleasure session. Rome joins me, running his fingers through his hair and smoothes down the front of his shirt in the mirror. Our eyes meet through the reflection and he smiles, leaning over to kiss me, and I melt into him all over again.
“Come on then,” he says, when he eventually pulls away, “before we change our minds.”
I follow him out of the door, watching him every step of the way, admiring his physique and feeling thoroughly connected to him. He must sense this, because in that moment he turns around and enfolds me in his strong arms, an unspoken act of love that means the world to both of us.
Ends
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What a deliciously hot story.