She made a soft mewling sound when I dipped my fingers between her thighs. “Is that enough time?” she teased, lifting her head for a kiss.
“Babe, a lifetime isn’t enough time for what I want, but it’s plenty for me to make you come a few times.” I licked at her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
Roanna pushed me back and climbed to her knees, straddling my lap. Kissing me, she skimmed her fingers down my chest, tracing over my abs before lifting the waistband of my sweats and wrapping her silky fingers around my throbbing cock. With her on me like this, taking charge and stroking my dick, she was my own personal goddess to worship.
“We have to use a condom,” she said with a pout. “My antibiotics could cancel out my birth control, so we have to be careful.”
“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t know that.”
Her brows lifted as she caressed her thumb over the head of my dick, massaging the liquid already weeping from the slit into the tip. “Why is that a problem? I figured you had a hundred boxes stashed somewhere here,” she said with a grin.
I grabbed her by the ass and rolled her under me. “Because I tossed them all when you became mine. I didn’t need them because you’re on the pill.”
Her eyes lit up. “Got rid of temptation, huh?”
I glared down at her. “No, silly woman, because I had no use for them. The only temptation I have is spread open for me right now.” I pressed my cock between her pussy lips, rubbing the tip over her clit and making her breath hitch. “Guess I’ll just have to come on your stomach. I’ll pick up a box of condoms tomorrow.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, writhing under me as I teased her with my cock. “Sin, that feels so damn good.”
“You’re so wet for me, Ro,” I groaned as I kissed between her tits. “Fuck, you make me ache for you, baby.”
“I want you in me,” she sobbed when I had her close to the edge.
“Not tonight, sweet girl,” I told her regretfully. “I want you all to myself for a while before we go making any babies.”
“Babies?” she choked out, her thighs trembling as she fought off her orgasm. “We’re going to have babies?”
“If you want them.” I bit into her shoulder, using one hand to stroke my cock against her harder. Fuck, I was going to go off soon, come all over her stomach and tits. “It’s cool with me if you don’t, though. As long as I have you, I don’t need anything else.”
“Sin…” She gasped for breath. “Are you… Wait, please. I’m going to come, and I need to think.”
I lifted my head so I could grin down wickedly at her. “No thinking. Just come for me.”
“But… Oh Jesus … Mm, I really like when you do that.”
“That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.”
Her nails bit into my back, her head thrashing on my pillow. And then she was crying my name as her body began to convulse with her release. Her pussy flooded with her cream, and I rubbed my cock in her juices as my balls tightened and I came all over her.
I fell on top of her, trying to catch my breath and kissing her neck.
“Sin,” she whispered. “The way you were talking just now…”
I pushed up on my arms so I wasn’t crushing her and met her gaze. “I’m going to marry you one day, Roanna King. One day, fuck knows when. But one day, I’m going to put a ring on your finger, and you’re going to say yes. Because I can’t fucking live without you.”
She was quiet for a long moment before her lips tilted up in a shy little smile. “Okay.”
There was that damn word again, but this time, I liked hearing it.
Chapter 27
Roanna
Yawning, I reached out blindly for Sin, missing his body snuggled up against my own. Feeling only cool sheets, my eyes snapped open, and I looked around the empty bedroom with a pout.
From the living room, I could hear the TV, and I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past eleven in the morning. Crap, I needed to eat and take my meds soon. Getting up, I piled my hair up on my head and took a quick shower. When I was done, I grabbed one of his shirts out of his closet and pulled it on, forgoing panties. I’d brought several changes of clothes with me the night before, but I was more comfortable in his clothes, and I knew he liked seeing me wearing his T-shirts.
Unpinning my hair, I combed my fingers through it as I walked barefoot out to the living room.