Good.
We returned to the house, and like we were still a couple, she made dinner in the kitchen while I showered in my bedroom. I was tempted to beat off with my shampoo, but I stopped myself. Jerking off was never as much as fun as the real thing. I would much rather have been sliding my cock through her wet pussy than my hand.
I dried off and got dressed before I went downstairs, sexually frustrated like never before. Anger and rage welled inside me, not because I expected sex from Rome in exchange for letting her live with me, but because I just wanted her so much.
We ate dinner in silence. I didn’t bother making conversation because I was afraid I would command her to bend over the table and lift up her skirt. I’d had the fantasy before, especially when I was sitting at my desk in my office.
After dinner, we sat on the couch and watched TV. Rome worked on paperwork from her side of the couch, and I read a book even though I wasn’t interested in it. My cock hardened on and off throughout the night, and the constant shift of my blood just put me in a worse mood.
Eventually, I just went to bed.
I needed space from her. I couldn’t look at her legs without picturing them around my waist. I couldn’t look at those lips and not picture them wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t stop picturing my cock buried inside her asshole.
So I lay in bed, still hard and utterly frustrated.
An hour later, she gently knocked on the door and cracked it open.
Of course, I wanted to sleep with her. Something about her presence allowed me to drift away, nightmare-free. But right then, I wasn’t in the mood for sleeping. Everything was catching up with me, my lack of control, my lack of sex, and my general rage.
This time, she didn’t ask to come inside. She just walked in.
“If you get in this bed, I’m gonna kiss you. And then I’m gonna fuck you.” I gave her a fair warning, wanting her to understand what kind of mood I was in. I wasn’t interested in snuggling unless my cock was buried inside her at the same time. “So, I suggest you stay in your room tonight.”
She stood still on the carpet, halfway between the bedroom and the bed. In the same t-shirt she always wore, she looked sexy in the shapeless fabric. Her hair stretched down her chest, and her beautiful legs could be seen underneath. She watched me with an indecipherable expression.
I waited for her to walk out, but I hoped she wouldn’t go anywhere.
She grabbed her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, revealing her perfect tits and the black thong underneath.
Oh god.
Her fingers trailed down her body, over her round tits and down her stomach, to the lace of her panties. She fingered them before she pulled them down her long legs, kicking them aside.
Fuck.
She sauntered to the bed, her hips shaking as she moved.
Please don’t be a dream. Please don’t be a dream.
She crawled on the bed and up my chest, her long hair trailing against my body as she moved. Her legs parted and planted on either side of my hips. She pressed her lap down, her wet pussy touching the hot skin of my cock.
Definitely not a dream.
She leaned over me and pressed her lips to mine, her mouth soft and seductive.
My hand immediately dug into her hair, and I deepened the kiss, turning it aggressive and almost violent. My cock ached from the lack of attention it had received, and it wanted to be buried inside her so deep.
I gripped one of her tits and squeezed, feeling the soft skin and the hard nipple under my fingertips. I loved foreplay because I brought her to the edge before we even began, but I was too anxious to draw it out.
I grabbed the base of my cock and pressed the head into her entrance, feeling the slickness that began long before she walked through that door. I pushed inside her and slid all the way through, feeling her tightness like greeting an old friend. “Oh, fuck…” I gripped her hips and forced her lap on top of me, giving her every single inch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, missing this feeling more than anything else in the world.
Rome gripped both of my wrists as she slowly moved up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her. She squeezed me tightly, her pussy hardly acclimating to my large size. She bounced up and down, her tits shaking slightly as she moved.
I dug my thumbs into her stomach and rocked my hips into her, giving her my length over and over. We moved so well together, sliding past one another with fluidness. This pussy was made for my cock. “Rome…”