Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Don’t cry, baby. I had to have a piece of you with me always.” I reach down and rub her hip over her lily tattoo.
“I have a piece of you.”
“You have all of me.” I tap my chest, and she lies back down. “Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Love you,” I mumble, kissing the top of her head, and falling fast asleep.
I wake with a jolt, my heart racing. My arms tighten around Emerson as I exhale. She’s here. It wasn’t a dream. She’s in my bed, and if I have any say, she’ll always be here.
My body relaxes into the mattress, closing my eyes.
“You okay, Rome?”
My eyes pop open to see her peering at me. “Yeah, baby girl. I’ve never been better,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
She moves to straddle my hips. I rest my hands on her thighs, feeling the silky softness of her skin. “You’re beautiful.”
She blushes and looks down. Her fingers roam over my chest until her palm is lying against my heart, over the tattoo that she drew. “I still can’t believe you got this.”
“You own what’s beneath. It’s only fair that I get some ink to symbolize that.”
“Roman Bailey, a sweet talker.” She smiles.
“Only with you.”
Her hands continue to explore, but I leave mine on her thighs. The last thing I want to do is scare her away. I just got her back, and I’m not one-hundred-percent sure she’s all in with me yet, so until then, this is her show.
Fuck me, who am I kidding? It’s always been her show and it always will be.
Her hands glide over mine. She reaches between us and rubs gently over my cock that’s screaming to be released from the confines of my boxer briefs.
“Is this for me?” She smirks.
“Are you teasing me, baby girl?”
She shrugs, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders. I move it back over her shoulder. I can’t have those luscious locks blocking my view of her perfect tits. My mouth waters. I want the pebbled buds of her nipples in my mouth, but I hold myself back. I’m letting my girl drive.
“Can we take these off?” she asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer. She moves off my lap, and I immediately lift my hips as she assists me with peeling my boxer briefs over my thighs.
I start to protest when she climbs off the bed. That’s until I see her making quick work of her panties. When she climbs back on the bed, she straddles my hips again, and I moan when my cock comes in contact with her wet pussy.
My hands find their way to her tits as I roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, showing them equal attention. She moans, tilting her head back. Her hair cascades down her back, and her slender neck calls to me.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her while my lips trail over her neck. I start at her collarbone and work my way up. When I reach her lips, I kiss her gently. On the inside, I’m raging. I want to pound against my chest and scream to the world that I got the girl, but on the outside, I’m taking my time. I need to show her that she’s precious to me.
“I missed you, Roman,” she murmurs against my lips.
I pull back and hold her head with my hands so that I have all her attention. “I love you, Emerson. I’m not me without you.”
Tears pool in her eyes. “Show me.”
“I will, baby girl. Every day I’ll show you what you mean to me.”
“Show me now.”
My breath hitches. “Spell it out for me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I think I know, but with Emerson, there is zero room for miscommunication. I just got her back. I’m not losing her again because I’m thinking with my cock.
Her eyes look down at our laps.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
She lifts her gaze.
“Tell me. There is nothing you can ask for that I won’t give you.”
“I just want you.”
“You have me. All of me.”
“I want this.” She reaches between us and runs the pad of her thumb over my piercing.
“Words, Em, I need to hear you say it.”
She squares her shoulders, and those big green eyes peer into my own. “I want you to make love to me.”
My hands tremble at her words. She lifts hers to cover mine as they still cradle her cheeks. “We don’t have to rush this.” My heart thumps against my chest like a caged animal. My vision blurs briefly as the anticipation of what she’s asking settles deep in my soul.
“I’ve always wanted it to be you, Rome.”
“Baby.” My voice cracks. I swallow hard and try again. “I’m yours for a lifetime. There're no rules or guidelines for this.” It’s important she understands. She’s it for me, no matter what she decides. “I want you for forever, Emerson.”