"Will you come?" I asked. She nodded, smiling at me. Her arms went around my neck as we kissed. She was straddling my lap. I put my hands on her thighs, touching her for the first time in weeks. Her skin was so soft. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me.
"I missed you so much," she whispered. I ran my hands over her shorts, up under her top so I was touching her bare skin. My body flared, feeling her on top of me. I was irritated there were clothes between us at all. I loved her, but I wouldn't lie and say all I wanted was to hug her and eat sandwiches together.
"I haven't been with anyone since our last time together," I said, looking at her.
"I haven't, either."
I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding onto her so I could lower her to the blanket. She squinted up at me, the sun in her eyes. I kissed her again, getting between her legs. I felt everything, and I felt it all at the same time.
There were a million more romantic ways I could have planned this. I had seen people wandering around earlier. We had never been found here before, but I wanted her to be comfortable. I broke the kiss, stroking her cheek. I pressed my erection into her thigh.
"I can't wait, Veronica," I said.
"Then don't."
Chapter Thirty-Six
Veronica
I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck. His body was between my legs, and he was holding his weight on his arms above me. He just did things to me, I couldn't explain it. I hadn't forgotten this, but that feeling I got when we would touch? I had missed that. I had missed this.
I lost a hand in his hair as he kissed down my chest, tugging the top of my shirt down to press a kiss on my cleavage. I giggled, feeling his stubble on my breast. He looked up at me with a smirk. He pulled down the cup of my bra and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned softly. He teased me with his tongue before giving the other nipple the same treatment.
He pushed my top up and planted his lips on my stomach, kissing gown over my navel to the top of my shorts. I quivered, feeling him on the sensitive skin there. I watched silently as he undid the button on my shorts and looked up at me. I raised my hips immediately to let him undress me. The shorts came off, followed by my panties. My head fell back on the blanket as he kissed my inner thighs, sucking, using his teeth. I was already wet, on edge – waiting for that perfect moment when his tongue probed my wet lower lips and he gave me what I wanted.
I whispered his name, feeling his breath on my lips. His fingers gently parted me. I moaned as his tongue found my clit. Two fingers slowly pushed past my opening, filling me. I held my breath feeling him thrust his fingers in and out, slowly twisting them and sucking steadily on my clit.
I wanted to sink into the ground and push up into him at the same time. We had been in this position too many times to count, but I needed him now. I wanted this to overcome what I had done and what he had done, replace it with what was real between us.
The sun was warming my face, but Roman was causing the heat in my core, pooling and pulsing deep within me. He moved his fingers faster without me having to ask him, like he could sense that I was close, just knew what I needed. Just like the first time we slept together this summer – he just knew. He had my body memorized, every one of my moves and sounds. He knew just where to touch me. He kept his rhythm on my clit strong and steady, driving me wild with his fingers. I moaned, trying not to be loud. I ran my hand through his hair feeling myself mount.
My back bowed as I shuddered. He didn't stop. He licked me, thrusting faster with his fingers, making me cry out. I tried to close my legs, pushing him away. He pushed my legs apart instead, moving back up my body. He kissed my neck and jaw as his fingers still moved slowly in and out of me. I felt dazed, feeling him kiss me. His hand disappeared for a second, replaced quickly by his cock.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his tip. My pussy dripped like he was already inside me. He groaned slightly as I cupped his sac and ran my hand up and down his length. Lining him up with my entrance, he thrust forward, slowly. I closed my eyes, feeling my lips stretch around him. The friction was delicious. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his weight on top of me as he made measured and deliberate movements. Moans fought their way out of my throat with his every thrust. His lips were on my neck, my jaw, kissing me.
"Don't stop," I whispered desperately. I was unraveling. His deep, steady thrusts were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I gripped a handful of his t-shirt, wishing he was naked. Neither of us were, but I didn't think I could feel closer to him than I already did.
Deep inside me, he made me feel beautiful and loved. I was never scared being this vulnerable with him. I felt powerful. Everything that had happened this past summer flew through my mind. All the pain and uncertainty, the joy, the laughs, to finally this: the promises for the future. The house in Miami. Years together after being apart.
Tears sprung to my eyes. I squeezed them shut, wrapping tighter around Roman. His hand wrapped around one of my legs, pushing it up close to my body so I opened wider for him. He sunk deeper, stroking hard and steady. I shuddered, feeling my walls quiver around him. He felt so good. He felt so right.
"Look at me," he growled. I did. I couldn't stop my tears then. His eyes were deep, liquid blue, like the deepest, most dangerous part of the ocean. His hand touched my face, cupping my cheek, not stopping his steady thrusts between my legs.
I choked on my words as my orgasm hit. It ripped through me, potent euphoria. I shuddered and convulsed, grabbing onto whatever part of him I could grab onto. I felt him speed up, slam into me harder and harder till he groaned, coming explosively. I wanted to say that I loved him but I didn't think that I had to. I could feel it flowing out of him. He kissed me, hard and deep as our bodies slowed and he finally stopped.
For a second, I just let myself lay there. I waited for my breath to normalize and my heart to stop pounding. I waited till the euphoric spike subsided before getting up and sliding my clothes back on. Dressed, I slid back into Roman's embrace, resting my head on his chest. I felt him rub lazy circles on my back.
"What's it like?" I asked.
"What?"
"Miami. What's it like living there?"
"Hot. A lot of people. Kinda noisy."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's different, but it's a good change. I think you'd like it, too."