by Lane Hart
I place a wet kiss on her inner thigh and shake my head. “Try again.”
“I’m…sorry?” she tries, framing it as a question instead of the statement I want.
“Again,” I demand as I place another kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“I’m-I’m sorry.”
For finally getting it right, I reward her with a flick of my tongue over her clit that’s lightning fast but definitely effective since her hips jerk and I hear her gasp.
I glance up at her face, my own an inch away from her pussy, and wait.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats. She sounds sincere, so I run my tongue up and down her slit a few times as a reward. The action has her adding a new word, “so”, to what soon becomes an “I’m so sorry” chant. Throughout it all, I don’t pull my mouth away even for a second.
Pressing my fist that is still holding her dress up to her stomach, I tease her with the index finger of my other hand while focusing just the tip of my tongue to her clit, hitting that swollen bundle of nerves over and over and over again.
“Oh god!” Charlotte screams. “Oh god, I’m sorry! So…so…sorry!”
I pull my mouth away to tell her, “Roman. I’m so sorry, Roman,” before I get back to work.
“God, Roman! Yes! Oh my god, Roman! Yes! Yes! Please, yes! Roman!” Charlotte trembles so intensely that I ready myself to catch her before she falls. But the wall and my fist against her stomach holds her up even as she slides up and down the wall as she comes, screaming my name over and over again.
Once she stills, I kiss my way up her pelvis to her stomach before lowering her dress and getting to my feet.
I’m not sure what I expected Charlotte to say after I finally got my mouth on her pussy, but her saying, “Fuck me,” while undoing my belt wasn’t it.
“Fuck you?” I repeat as she pops the button on my jeans and tugs the zipper down.
“Fuck me, Roman,” Charlotte holds my gaze and says the words while she pushes my jeans down. Then she turns around and faces the wall with one palm flat against it as she lifts her dress up to her waist with the other hand. I stare at her naked ass that’s ready and waiting for me after weeks, but this is all wrong.
“Nope,” I say as I remove my shoes to get my pants off and then start on my cut.
“No?” Charlotte asks me over her shoulder. “You don’t want to…” she starts to lower her dress when I yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside. “Why are you naked if you don’t want to…”
“Oh, I want to,” I assure her.
“Then what…” Before she speaks another word, my mouth is crashing down on hers, tongue demanding entry while the rest of my body flattens her to the wall.
After she starts melting down the wall in surrender, I pull back and tell her, “I want to see your face when I’m inside of you the first time.” Grabbing the hem of her dress, I tug it up and off. “I want to see all of you — the surprise in your beautiful eyes the moment you realize just how big and thick I am, the satisfaction when you really start to appreciate how big and thick I am. I want to see the disappointment spread over your face when you decide that you were crazy to wait so long to have me inside of you, and then, finally, I want to witness the joy in your eyes knowing that it won’t be the last.”
“That’s…that’s a whole lot of…emotions on my face,” Charlotte replies as she runs her palms over my shoulders and down to my pecs.
Grabbing her bottom, I lift her off her feet, making her squeal before I sit her ass on the table to go grab a condom from my pants.
“I should warn you that there’s only one thing you’ll see on my face the entire time I’m fucking you. Want to know what that is?” I ask her before ripping the foil wrapper open with my teeth.
“S-sure?” she asks hesitantly, eyes watching my hands intently as they roll the rubber onto my shaft.
I wedge my hips between Charlotte’s thighs and line the head of my cock up at her entrance that’s nice and slick. Rubbing myself back and forth on her slit, I tell her, “You won’t see anything but sheer awe while I try to figure out how the hell I was lucky enough to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Oh, Roman…” Charlotte starts before I thrust all the way inside of her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. The shock leads to her repeating those same two words, but now with exclamation points on the ends. I give her a little time to adjust to my length and girth before I slowly start to rock my hips. Soon enough, Charlotte is lifting her own to meet each of my thrusts. Her face quickly transforms and is even more gorgeous than usual when her eyelids get heavy and her lips part with the blissful satisfaction I was expecting.
“You like that?” I ask her, and she gives a slight nod. Her hands are gripping my shoulders; and when I start to move faster, her fingernails dig into my skin to hold on. I like the sting, but what I like even more is when Charlotte wraps her legs around my waist to pull me in tighter. Then she lays back on the table, putting her tits on display as they bounce and jiggle with every single motion of my pumping hips. I can’t resist the sight of them, and my hands move from her hips up to grab both of her breasts, kneading them as I hammer myself into her.
Charlotte alternates between moans of pleasure and sharp gasps for breath as she begins using her legs behind my back to slam herself back towards me, the two of us quickly finding a rhythm that has us rocketing towards climax. I realize belatedly that this wasn’t how I envisioned my first time with Charlotte, and that we’re not making love but brutally fucking. I almost want to slow down and caress her, rub her down and lick every part of her body. One look into her eyes tells me that is the wrong idea. She’s biting her lip and scratching me hard enough to draw blood while bucking her hips wildly against my pelvis. I don’t have any choice except to finish what we’ve started, and I’m not sure I could have changed course even if I had truly wanted to.
“Don’t stop!” Charlotte cries, making me realize I must have slowed my strokes slightly. I redouble my efforts, panting and groaning as I give her every inch of my cock, so swollen and hard that it feels like the condom must surely explode at any moment. I realize what the crushing pressure means as soon as Charlotte throws her head back and arches her back, her stomach clenching and thighs trembling as her orgasm rips through her. “Right there!” she practically howls. “Roman, right there! YES!”
Her voice and the feeling of her pussy clamping down onto me send me over the edge with her. An orgasm so powerful that it roars through me as I frantically pump my lust into this beautiful woman. Our gasps and cries mingle into one voice, until her legs finally begin to relax and I’m able to stagger a step back from her.
“Oh fuck, Charlotte…fuck!” I mumble, unable to form any coherent sentence to express how incredible she was.
“Wow.” She grins at me from the table, her heels now braced on the edge as she pushes herself up to her elbows. “Holy shit, Roman, that was…it’s been so long I…”
“Hey, you don’t have to say anything.” I smile as I step back towards her and pull her into a sitting position. “You’re fucking incredible. I mean, I already knew we were good together, but I had no idea it would be like…that.”
I’m standing between Charlotte’s spread legs, and I feel her hands fidgeting between us. Looking down, I can see that she’s twisting the wedding ring still on her left ring finger; and when she looks up to meet my gaze, her eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
“Oh shit, Charlotte! I’m sorry. Was I too rough or…” I begin to apologize.
“No, god no, Roman, you were…that was amazing,” she says with a tremble in her voice. “Like I said, it’s been so long…since Adam, you know, and…”
“I can’t imagine what you must be feeling,” I console her as I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. “Hey, you can talk to me about anything,” I try to prompt her as she buries her face against me.
“I should feel ashamed or something,” she mumbles into me. “But I don�
�t. That was incredible, and I already want to do it again.”
“So do I,” I say as I kiss the top of her head. “We can do that as many times as you want, baby, just say the word.”
“I need to go for now, though,” she adds. “I’m going to go back to your place and try to get my head on straight. God, I’m embarrassed. I’ve never cried after sex before.”
“Hey, you don’t have to run away or be embarrassed,” I reassure her. “I understand being conflicted, though, and I’ll give you some space. I’ll be home this evening, and from there, we can do whatever you want; take this as slow as you want, okay?”
“Thanks, Roman,” she says as she turns her face up to mine, pulling me closer for another kiss. It only takes a moment for our tongues to find each other again; and since I’m still wedged between her spread legs, my wilting cock begins bobbing back to life.
Charlotte breaks our kiss with a giggle as she feels me pressing into her again. “Later, big guy,” she whispers as she pushes me back and then hops down from the table. “Let me go sort myself out, and we’ll talk tonight,” she adds.
“Are you talking to me or him?” I joke as she picks up her dress.
“You’ll find out later,” she winks.
As it turned out, she was talking to him.
When I got home that night, Charlotte greeted me in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. When I walked in, she was reaching up to grab some plates out of the cabinet; and from the view I first received, it was very obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Hey Roman!” she greets me. “Did you have a good day?”
“It’s been getting better as it goes along,” I confirm. “What’s going on in here? You cook something up for us?” I ask as I try to identify the smell coming from the dining room.
“Hardly!” she scoffs. “I ordered some pasta and had it delivered. I also picked up a pack of Oreos and Twix as an extended apology. So, are you hungry, or do you want to fuck first?”
“I’m sorry?” I choke out as Charlotte approaches me with a grin, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing and pulling it over her head.
“It was a trick question,” she adds as she presses her body against me. “We’re going to fuck first and work up an appetite.”
“I don’t know, I already worked up a pretty good appetite earlier,” I jokingly protest as she leads me into the living room. Laughing, she sinks down onto the couch and begins undoing my pants as I shrug out of my cut and lay it gently on the coffee table. A few seconds later, I have her pinned down, arms over her head and flat on her back, our mouths devouring each other as our bodies quickly find the rhythm they had danced to earlier in the chapel.
Chapter Eighteen
Charlotte
The next day, when I go to visit Tessa, she’s not outside or in the sunroom. Finally, the staff lets me go to her room to look for her. I let out a sigh of relief when I find her there, lounging on her made bed, reading a romance novel with an almost smile on her face.
I rap my knuckles on the open door. “Hi!”
“Oh, hey!” Tessa says when she glances up and sees me. “Come in!”
“I was worried when I couldn’t find you. I was afraid you didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning…”
“No, I’m good,” she says, placing a bookmark in her paperback and laying it down beside her on the mattress to get up and hug me. “I just got into the story and couldn’t put my book down. Reading something light and fun is a great form of escape, and one my psychiatrist actually approves of at the moment, unlike television and social media. It’s nice to see someone get a happily ever after.”
“That’s great,” I tell her. Noticing a large display of colorful flowers on top of her dresser, I say, “Those are beautiful.”
“They are, aren’t they?” Tessa agrees. Going over, she rubs a purple petal between her finger and thumb. “Verek sent them this morning.”
“That was…nice of him,” I remark, glad that Roman isn’t the only Savage King with a sweet side.
“He knew I would need some cheering up after yesterday.”
“Right,” I agree. “And while I hate you had to go through that, I hope the sketches will help us find these guys.”
“Me too,” Tessa replies. “But enough about me.” She goes over and flops down on the bed with her legs crossed. “Tell me what’s new with Roman.”
“Oh, well, not much…” I trail off as I take a seat across from her, unable to stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks, remembering last night at the clubhouse and then when Roman got home…
“You finally did him, didn’t you!” Tessa exclaims with a clap of her hands.
“How did you…”
“Well, it was only a matter of time. Who could resist that sexy man?” she asks. “I’m so happy for you.”
“You are?” I ask hesitantly.
“Of course! I’ve been trying to set you up for years, and you refused.”
“I know, but I wasn’t ready for a relationship then.”
“And now you are?” she asks with a grin.
“I’m not sure. Roman is just a great guy, and we’re having fun while I’m here. It’s not exactly a relationship.”
“You’re living with him. That makes it pretty serious,” Tessa points out.
“Staying with him. Temporarily,” I amend. “And he hasn’t really brought up wanting more. He knows I live hours away and will be going home soon.”
“The man looks at you like you’re his long-lost queen and he’s yours to command.”
“I don’t know about all that,” I reply with a bark of laughter. “But from the first day we met, there’s been something about him…”
“He’s gorgeous with a body that was made for licking?” Tessa supplies.
“No. Well, yes, he does have that kind of body. It’s more than that, though. I was referring to how he’s always treated me like someone he’s known for years, not as a stranger. And I never hesitated to trust him, you know? Like in my gut, I just know he’s a really good person.”
“I think you’re falling for him,” Tessa says. “Not that I could blame you…”
“Who knows. Maybe? Or maybe Roman’s just incredibly sweet and attentive to every woman he meets. I guess we’ll find out when I’m ready to go home and it’s time to say goodbye.”
“Right,” she agrees. “Just promise me you’ll be open minded, open to the possibility that he could be the one…”
“Adam was the one. He was my soulmate,” I remind her. “The person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, remember?”
“And I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with Paul, but things happen. People die or go through radical changes. Still, life goes on, for me and for you, Charlotte. You deserve to be happy.”
“Seeing you happy makes me happy,” I tell her when I reach over to grab her hand and give it a squeeze because she’s my best friend and I hate to see her hurting.
Sighing, Tessa gives me a smile that says she knows I’m trying to change the subject but that I also mean every word. “True. Men may come and go in our lives, but at least we have each other.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m so glad you decided to stay here for me,” she says. “You’ve always known what I needed without me having to say a word. In fact, I don’t think Adam was your only soulmate. You’re mine too.”
“I think you’re right,” I agree with my eyes filling up with tears.
Roman
“Any updates?” I snap into the phone when I call the police chief for my daily check-in.
“No, Roman! I told you I would call if we get any credible Crime Stoppers tips.”
“How is it possible that no one has recognized any of those four assholes?” I ask in disbelief.
“Hell, I don’t know! Maybe they’re not from around here and this was just one of their hunting grounds.”
“Have you contacte
d the authorities in North Carolina to see if they’ve had any similar disappearances?”
“You talk to me like you don’t think I know how to do my job?” he grumbles.
“If you were doing your job, these four fuckers wouldn’t still be on the streets, would they?” I shout at him, which results in him ending the call without another word.
Slack asshole.
It’s been nearly a month, and still we’re not getting any closer to catching the bastards who hurt Tessa, which is frustrating as hell. Not just because other women in the area could be in danger, but because with each day that passes with no news, I feel like I’m letting Charlotte and Tessa down. It doesn’t help that time is running out for us. There’s an expiration date on the horizon that I’ve been avoiding. Stupidly, I think I’ve been hoping that if I can catch the men who victimized her best friend, maybe Charlotte would stay with me. It’s a ridiculous notion, but I’m running out of time, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to convince her to give us a real chance to be together.
From the outside, everything with Charlotte probably seems pretty great.
For the past two weeks, since the first night we were together, Charlotte and I greet the rising sun in the shower together, exploring each other’s bodies and working ourselves into a sweat under the scalding water. I then head off to the clubhouse or out to a rental if I have on-site work to do, while Charlotte spends time with Tessa. In the evenings, Charlotte either comes and finds me at the clubhouse to hang out with my crew and I until it’s time to go home, or I meet her at home where she demands sex before dinner.
It’s nearly perfect and so easy. I’ve been happier with her these last few weeks than I have ever been in my entire life.
Still, there’s this shadow hanging over us, a name she never speaks. I see her thinking about him constantly, every time I catch her twisting the wedding band still on her finger.
There’s one other odd thing I began to notice too.
