She couldn’t kiss me anymore because she was moaning, her pants hitting me in the face. Her pussy got tighter and tighter, constricting around my throbbing cock as she approached her climax.
Now I really wanted to come. Making Rome come just made feel more alive.
She dragged her nails down my back as she came, moaning directly into my mouth as she rode the exquisite high I gave her. Her nails dug deeper, and she grew tighter around me as the feelings washed over her. It seemed to stretch on forever, and I enjoyed all the expressions she made, the way her face lit up with orgasmic euphoria.
She laid her head back and arched her back underneath me, enjoying the final sensations that formed between her legs. She breathed through the crescendo, her nails slowly relaxing and releasing from where they were lodged in my skin.
Now I wanted to release inside her, to fill her with so much come that it wouldn’t all fit. I’ve never been so obsessed, so committed with another woman. The affection and the attraction just made the sex a million times better. Without the whips and chains, it was still thoroughly enjoyable.
She looked into my eyes with a sex-crazed look on her face, still high from the climax she’d just received. Her hands moved to my shoulders before her fingers dug into my hair once more. “I love you, Calloway.” She said it with a strong voice, her resolution undeniable. Her eyes were glued to mine as she spoke, the words rolling off her tongue like she’d said them a million times.
I loved hearing her say that even though I couldn’t say it back. Knowing she was head over heels for me made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. I had the love of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. In that very moment, she was writhing underneath me, prepared to take all of my come with eagerness.
“Say it again.”
She cupped my face and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I love you, Calloway.”
Her words hit a trigger deep inside me, and I came with a loud grunt. I shoved my cock as deep inside her as I could go and gave her all of my come, wanting her to take every single drop and keep it. I’d never gotten off to such a romantic thing, but her commitment to me was utterly sexy. I loved having her devotion, feeling like I’d done something right to deserve it.
I dumped all of my seed inside her then kissed her on the mouth, my cock slowly softening inside her stuffed pussy. I felt my come push around my length as my dick slowly became smaller and smaller. Something about my come sitting inside her turned me on like nothing else. It made me feel like I’d claimed her in a way no one else ever had.
“Don’t pull out.” She grabbed my ass and kept me positioned at her entrance.
I stared at the sex heathen underneath me, seeing her want me more than she ever had before. I suspected it had something to do with the fact that I’d chased away her notorious enemy. She felt indebted to me for fixing a problem no one else could solve for her. The police failed her, and Christopher was powerless to do anything. I was the one man who could set her free—and now she worshiped me even more. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
I lay beside her in bed, spooning her from behind. Her ass was pressed into my crotch, but I’d made love to her enough times that evening that just holding her was enough. My face was pressed against the back of her neck, and I inhaled her scent as I slowly drifted off to sleep. I counted her breaths as I cherished the moment, remembering exactly what it was like to sleep alone.
I was miserable.
There was no greater feeling in the world than having her in my arms again. Not wondering if she was wrapped in the arms of another man. Every time her back rose from a breath, it pressed against my chest. Something about that sensation made me feel more relaxed than anything else.
I used to be unable to sleep with anyone in the house. Then Rome walked into my life and changed everything. Now I couldn’t sleep well unless she was right beside me, my arms protective barriers around her. I wanted her under my nose at all times, not just to protect her, but just to be with her constantly. I’d never been that way before.
I preferred solitude.
I could tell she was dead asleep because of her breathing pattern. Whenever her head hit the pillow, she went out like a light. The only time she struggled was when she had that nightmare a few nights ago. But I suspected she wouldn’t have another one since I’d scared the shit out of Hank.