Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Rome didn’t hesitate. He licked into my mouth as if it were his personal property, and I loved it. Each time we were together, whether it was simply talking and playing video games or exploring our relationship on a physical level, I was falling more for him. He made me happy in ways that I’d never felt with anyone else. And I didn’t want it to ever end.
The kissing went on and on until Rome hooked a hand behind one of my knees and pulled it across his body. A yelp broke from my lips as I gripped the back of the chair and pushed upright to find that I was now straddling his waist, his hands settled comfortably on my hips. My heart flipped over, and I might have giggled. I’d never straddled a man like this, which was a stupid thought because nearly everything I did with Rome was a first time.
After the stunned surprise wore off, I became aware of the hardness of Rome’s dick pressing against my own through our pants. My heart sped up, and I was torn between jumping off him and complaining that we were wearing too much clothing.
“Too much?” Rome asked after the silence had stretched for too long.
I shifted, trying to make sure that I wasn’t putting too much weight on him, but I only succeeded in rubbing our dicks together. A moan tore from my throat, and Rome echoed it. Dear God, it should not feel that good.
“More,” I panted, tossing aside all my earlier reservations. “Gonna need more.”
Rome—the evil bastard—tightened his grip on my ass and rolled his hips, sending a fresh wave of pleasure and desire through me. “How much more?”
“No clothes more. Now.”
We fell out of the chair and stumbled along the hall, knocking into walls as we kissed and fondled each other on our way to the bedroom. Something crashed to the floor, but Rome wouldn’t let me return for it.
“Replaceable. Doesn’t matter,” he claimed between kisses.
I laughed, and he ended up kissing my teeth. “You can slow down. I won’t change my mind.”
Rome didn’t appear willing to take that chance. In the bedroom, we tore off clothes and fell into his enormous king-sized bed with the velvety soft duvet and giant mound of pillows. I scooted to the center of the bed and put my hands behind my head. It was the first time I was fully naked in front of Rome, but not the first time for the exhibitionist standing at the foot of the bed.
However, this was the first time I let myself really look at him. Fuck, he was sexy. It wasn’t fair. Every inch of him was lean, hard muscle. And on top of that was this dark hair that was silky to the touch. I’d never given much thought to hairy versus not hairy, but on Rome, it was so hot. Everything was neatly trimmed, seeming to highlight his physique.
“Like what you see?” Rome asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Actually, I was debating whether to ask how many hours a week you spend in the gym or who handles all your manscaping?”
Rome threw his head back and laughed. He had the best laugh. So fucking free. Like the world couldn’t touch him. I wanted him to always laugh like that.
He crawled into the bed and lay beside me. We turned on our sides so we could lightly touch and kiss.
“Do you have a preference for what we do? I’m happy to blow you again, if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”
“Sex.”
Rome pulled away and just blinked at me a few times, like that single word wasn’t computing in his brain. It had taken a lot of courage on my part to spit it out, but I’d come to the decision while I was straddling him. I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to know it all. Not have something that was supposed to be so enjoyable and intimate hanging over me like a scary shadow of the unknown.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, and I want to bottom.”
This time, Rome’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out.
Of course, I knew it was going to hurt. I wasn’t a moron, but I also had confidence in Rome that he knew ways to make it hurt a lot less. I trusted him. Rome cared about me and wanted my happiness.
The sexy man tackled me to the mattress with a deep kiss, but as I was kissing him, he retreated. His expression was soft and tender.
“You know, there’s no medal for going from straight to sexy bottom in record time, right? There is no reason to rush into this. There are a lot of things we can still do to get us both off.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not doing this because you think it’s something I want?”