He lifted his head for a moment. "Please what?" Alison almost came from the look of pure need he sent her. Color was high in his face, his eyes smoky with arousal. Gorgeous.
"Please, help me." She didn't mean to nearly shout the words, but she did. His lips twitched at her before he hunkered back down.
The next touch of his tongue sent her into a dazzling spiral of pleasure that didn't stop until she was shouting. His tongue passed between her wet lips speared into her sex, mimicking what he could be doing with his cock. Alison shook her head back and forth like a madwoman.
"Yes, more," she cried. His hand tightened on her breast, capturing her nipple and pinching the firm tip, rubbing and circling the bud. His tongue left her aching, pulsing channel to stab her clitoris. It was like feeling real pleasure for the first time. She wanted to cry it felt so good. His tongue found her clit and worked it over and over with quick, velvety stabs.
"Oh, oh, oooh!" Alison struggled to raise her hips to that expert tongue, because he pressed her down, controlled her. She was the prisoner and he the warden. He worked her flesh quicker until the molten fire inside her core erupted into a tremendous jaw-dropping orgasm. Her thighs shook, hips threatened to jerk out of his tight grasp, but still he held her and delivered each velvety flick until the shuddering waves dissipated like a dying wave.
Alison fought to catch her breath. Her limbs felt like one solid mass that she couldn't move if she wanted to. Her eyes blinked open and she had to make herself close her mouth. She swallowed hard and tried to comprehend what she just felt, what she just lived through. The man was a god. There was no other answer.
Her body floating on the aftermath of orgasm, she watched as her predator, her seducer stood and pulled down his pants, then climbed back up over her. She licked her lips at the sight of his ribbed body and long, thick cock bouncing as he dipped on the bed. He was nothing like Conlin. Conlin was thinner, leaner like a swimmer or runner, whereas Rome as built like an ancient fighter raised on a diet of meat, cheese, fruit, and women.
His elbows settled next to her head, caging her in. His cock pressed against her juicy entrance like a hot silken rod. His lips found hers in a soft, learning kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time his cock glided inside. Alison gasped at his thick fullness. There was no more room left inside her. He took up all of it. He retreated a few inches then pressed back in, and again, creating a tight rhythm that had her mouth going dry.
Suddenly she froze. "Wait, wait. Stop!" He did so immediately, his mouth flattening into a hard line. "A condom. We need a condom. We didn't use one before. I was too...well, you know. We can't do this without a condom."
Rome's brow furrowed and Alison watched him frown. "No. It is against the lykaen way and you know it. I will not have that unnatural substance inside your body. Only you and me." He punctuated his point by sliding in heavily. She moaned but shook her head.
"No, I used to make John wear one. I don't want to get pregnant, Rome. Don't you get that? It would be awful for me. For so many reasons."
"Baby, I'm already inside you. I've already come inside you before. Now relax honey and let me ease you. Don’t worry about it." He retreated and advanced, loving the feel of her walls clamping down on him.
Her hands latched onto his back, her hips arched toward his in a rocking motion. He hit a particularly good spot and she moaned. "Then, uh, promise, ohh right there, to pull out." He growled what sounded like a curse and stacked her ankles up on his shoulders, his cock never leaving her body.
From this position everything was tighter, all the pleasure inside her coiled like a rope ready to break loose. He didn't hold back, he leaned forward on one arm and held her breast with the other as his hips hammered into her with brutal, unrelenting strokes that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She cried out his name, begged him for more, not to stop, uncaring of how emotional she was being.
He seemed to like it. Sweat pooled along his brow and dropped to his temples before splashing onto her breasts. To see him so worked up over her pushed her just a mere step away from falling.
As her orgasm exploded through her, shaking her, she still had no idea if he'd pull out. Her legs shook until one of them fell off his sweaty shoulder. He groaned and threw his head back, the tendons in his neck tightening.
Rome shoved through her quivering pussy feeling each ripple of her orgasm tickle his own from him. As the last ripple faded, he slammed in two, three more times into her tight, wet heat. He barely managed to withdraw in time. He grabbed his cock and pumped the hard wet flesh until jets of his cum sprayed her breasts and stomach.
Alison moaned at his essence. She wanted to touch the creamy wetness and rub it around her breasts. She watched him collapse next to her, his face stuffed into a pillow and smiled in pride. Yeah, I did that! She wanted to stand up and dance a jig, but felt that might retract her appeal, so instead she went to the bathroom to clean her stomach.
She heard a floorboard creak behind her and turned to see Rome coming up behind her. She had only a moment to see him standing, tall, strong, and naked before he cornered her in his heat. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a washcloth from the sink. Alison closed her eyes and leaned back into his strong body. She heard water running and then felt the soft brush of wet cloth against her stomach.
"If you would have let me finish inside you then we could still be laying in bed right now." His words hoarse from his orgasm. God, he was so warm. How could anyone produce that much heat? She could easily wrap her body around his and lay in the snow and the snow would melt around them.
She wanted to be mad at him for what he said. Acting like he'd have a child with her, as if it wasn't a big deal. But she couldn't summon the energy, especially not when he was carefully cleaning her stomach causing all sorts of sensations spinning through her.
"You've already come inside me once, you know what can become of it. And I'm sure you know why I can't let that happen." She watched his eyes in the mirror. His hand stilled over her stomach and his eyes turned blank before looking away. He shrugged and dropped the washcloth, it landed with a wet splash.
"Wait," she said when he turned to leave. He looked back at her, his face passive and blank. She hated that she'd put that look there. She yearned to fix it, but didn't know what she'd said. Did he want to finish inside her to actually risk getting her pregnant? The idea was more than a little startling.
For one, Rome didn't seem like the type ready to settle down for fatherhood and a bonding ceremony. Whether out of guilt or something else, she decided to be honest with him. "If it makes any difference, I loved it when you came inside me...before." Her face flushed hot and turned to make herself busy with folding the wet washcloth into a square.
Fingers curled over her cheek, turning her face towards his. He smiled and that motion alone made her feel infinitesimally better. "I loved it, too. I also like you a lot. I want to know you better. I want to know everything about you."
Alison closed her gaping mouth and swallowed, hard. "I can't like you." She closed her eyes, but when she opened them, he was still there. God, did the man ever not look so kind and, well, roguish?
"And that, Alison, is why I want to know you better."
He turned and left the room, leaving Alison to ponder what the hell she'd gotten herself into.
Chapter 8
Some animal was growling in the room. Sleep faded at the sound of danger. Alison popped her eyes open and darted a glance around the room. She heard the noise again and looked down to see it was her stomach.