Sweet Rome (Sweet Home 1.5)

“I get you, Romeo,” she replied with that sweet damn smile that she reserved just for me.

My smile, my girl… my f**king life.

Standing, I stripped naked, watching as Molly’s eyes took me in, running her hands over her br**sts, her thighs contracting in need. Moving over her once again, I locked her head within my arms, kissing her slowly, my c**k twitching against her warmth. I stood to get a rubber when a small hand landed on my arm. “Romeo, what—”

“Condom.” I pointed to my jeans on the floor.

“I’m on the pill,” she said nervously.

Fuck. She wanted me raw, skin on skin. She wanted me to come inside her and make her completely mine.

“Baby…” I could barely speak, feeling halfway to insane, needing to have her moaning beneath me, clawing at the skin of my back, out of her mind with pleasure. I’d never ridden bareback before, but damn if it didn’t crazy turn me on at the thought of taking my girl that way.

“Please…” she croaked, meeting my eyes. “Romeo,” she whispered, “I just want you, nothing in the way.”

I was so done.

In a second, I smothered Molly with my body, my dick seeking out her entrance.

Almost shaking with nerves, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her full lips. Taking advantage of the distraction of our kiss, I pushed forward, slamming into her pu**y to the hilt, throwing my head back, neck bulging with the strain of being wrapped inside her tight center.

Expelling a long moan, Mol wrapped her legs around my waist, shifting as I pounded into her furiously, biting, scratching, and hissing, “Romeo… God… I can’t take it… It’s too much…”

“Yes, you can, baby. You’ll love it. This is us; this is how we should always be.” Her eyes rolled back as I switched the angle of my thrusts and hit the spot that had her groaning, gripping my ass, and raking the f**k out of my back.

She wasn’t coming yet. I wanted more.

Taking back control, I pulled out, catching the shocked disappointment on her face. Smiling at her despairing frustration, I said, “Now I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Pounding forward as hard as possible, we both screamed at the sensation and, closing my eyes, I murmured, “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

My breathing was labored and I reached up with my free hand, gripping the headboard.

“Grip my arms,” I growled into her neck.

Molly did exactly what I said, and I lifted my chest, using all my strength to hold tight onto the post of the headboard and push harder, Mol’s satisfied cries and hard grasp on my biceps driving me even further.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like it this hard?”

“Yes. Yes…” she cried as I tilted my hips, my pelvis now working against her clit, her golden eyes rolling back, and her tight pu**y clenching so hard it felt like it would snap my cock.

I was getting close, but so was Mol, and there was no way I wasn’t going to make her come first. I pushed harder, seeing her eyes widen and her cheeks flush—she was at the brink.

“Let go, Mol. Let go now,” I ordered through gritted teeth, the fragile wood of the headboard almost splitting under my clenched fists.

With a final shift of her hips, she threw back her head, screaming out as she came long and hard. Slamming into her rougher, unable to contain my own sounds, I felt the rush of pleasure, then closed my eyes and growled out a loud groan, my cum jetting inside her. My arms shook with the strain, and I let go of the headboard, wrapping my arms around my girl, tucking my head into her hair, rocking within her slowly, winding us both back down.

Completely sated, I stared down at my girl beneath me, whispering, “Hey, Mol.”

Blinding me with a smile, she replied, “Hey, you.”

As that stark realization took hold of me, I confessed, “You’re everything I thought I could never have. Making love to you, it was… you know… beyond…”

I couldn’t look at her and, like a damn coward, buried my face in her neck. I could be a possessive ass, but sharing my feelings wasn’t something I found easy. I wanted Molly to know, though; she deserved to know how much I adored her.

Kissing my head and stroking my hair, she sighed. “Romeo… it was… beautiful.”

We stayed that way for a while until it was necessary for me to move, and as I pulled out of her, she winced.

“You sore?” I asked.

“A little.”

It made me damn proud that she was feeling where I’d just been, what we’d just done, and I told her so.

To that she simply replied, “I’m glad you’re pleased with yourself.”

After cleaning up, I returned to bed, smiling at Mol as she laid waiting for me back in bed. Sliding in beside her, I tucked her into my chest, combing out the knots in her hair with my fingers, her humming in response. I’d never had this, this happy after state of making love. It’d always been quick, rough and I’d roll over, ignoring whoever I’d just f**ked, or even better, send them on home. But lying here, happily spent, with my girl beside me… Shit, it was incredible.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone,” I said quietly, becoming addicted to our new closeness and wanting to explore it more.

I felt the instant panic seize her breath so I quickly took a hand, feeling her relax.

“Like what?” she asked nervously.

“Anything. Just something no one else knows. Some deep secret or fear that you have.”