“Almost,” she said, smirking. Her hand went down to my pants, squeezing my cock through the fabric. I held her by the back of her head and kissed her. I had wanted to at least get her to the bed first but the girl was desperate. Who the hell was I to say no to that?
Chapter Twenty Six
Veronica
"Fuck me," I heard him mumble behind me. His tongue touched my lips and I shut my eyes. He groaned, lapping me up. I spread my legs to give him better access. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, smacking me playfully. His tongue ran over my entrance, sliding in and out before he sucked on my clit.
"I love the way you taste," he said, sliding his tongue between my folds. I felt wanton, desperate as his mouth slid over my intimate flesh. He trailed his tongue up to my asshole, rimming me while his fingers slid into my pussy. I pushed back into him, feeling my legs quiver. His fingers were relentless, plunging into me with merciless speed. I moaned, glad I was against the counter and didn't have to hold myself up. I felt him twist them inside me, pull them apart so I stretched around him.
"Roman, I'm going to come," I gasped. He didn’t slow down. I exploded, squeezing tight around his fingers as I came. He didn't stop till my body stilled. I felt his lips kiss the cheek of my ass softly before I heard him stand. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest. I turned my head so I could kiss him, tasting my own tang on his tongue. His hands freed his cock, and I felt it pressed between us.
"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered harshly.
"Roman, please," I begged. He pushed me gently onto the countertop so I was facing away from him. My body buzzed with anticipation as my breath caught in my chest.
I shuddered as he slid smoothly into me. I wanted to weep, it felt so fucking good. I would have been embarrassed about how much I wanted him if it wasn’t obvious that he wanted me back just as bad. I hardly knew who the hell I was, it had hardly been a week. Sex with him was all I had had for almost three years before he left, but now I was throwing myself at him after a week apart.
He had never left me wanting more, but now, I couldn't get enough. The fact that he was behind me and I couldn’t see him just made it hotter. He pulled out almost all the way, sinking into me with shallow, pulsing strokes. I moaned his name, trying in vain to grip onto something on the smooth countertop.
"Hang onto something," he said suddenly. I was about to ask him what, but one of his hands was already on my hip, steadying me, and the other around my leg. I leaned forward into the counter as he lifted my leg up. I straightened it, holding myself up to get better footing with my other leg. I felt his thick, round tip press into me again and his breath on the back of my neck.
"Don’t worry, I’ve got you," he said, holding my hips and thrusting powerfully inside. I screamed. He was deep, deeper than I'd ever felt him. I flattened down onto the countertop and whimpered, feeling him sink into me. Slow and shallow or hard and deep – I was a sweating, panting mess because of him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he came, thrusting hard through his orgasm. He finally slowed and gently pulled out of me. He kissed the back of my neck as he helped me back upright. I wobbled on my feet, dazed.
"You okay?" he asked, kissing my temple. I hugged him around the neck and kissed his lips. Standing there in my kitchen with nothing but my bra on, I felt incredible.
"Do you have to go home tonight?" He shook his head. "Stay here?" I asked. He didn’t say yes or no. He just kissed me.
We ended up in the shower. He pressed me up against the wall and fucked me, slow and hard till I was almost crying for release. When we finally made it to the bed, I was exhausted. If he had another round in him, I had no idea whether I'd be able to match him.
"Are you asleep?" he asked me. His body was turned to face me; I was on my back. His hand was playing with a bit of my damp hair that I knew I'd regret not blow-drying when I woke up tomorrow morning.
"Almost," I sighed, looking over at him. He slid closer, kissing my forehead.
"Go to sleep," he said, tucking me into his chest.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"What?"
I absently ran my fingers over his chest. Football training and lifting had made him hard and broad. His strength never scared me, though, it comforted me. I trusted him enough to know that he would never use his size and strength to intimidate me. It didn't exactly hurt, too, that he was good to look at.
"What would happen if you got signed to a team?"
"I'd go play for them."
"You'd have to relocate, right?" I asked. His chest filled and he exhaled heavily.
"That’s usually what happens. Yeah. Unless I refused the offer."
"What if you took it, hypothetically, and this team is in San Diego or somewhere far like that?"
"Since the team and scenario are hypothetical, I'd hypothetically move over there and sign a hypothetical ten million dollar contract." His arm tightened around me.
"What about in an actual scenario? An actual team in San Diego wants you to play for them."
"I don't like this game," he sighed.
"It's not a game, Rome," I said, wriggling out of his hold. "There is a chance you'll have to make a decision like that, isn't there?"