by Rose, Louise
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Romy’s rooms were in a different wing than my apartment. This is the first time I’ve been in his living space, so I don’t bother to hide my curiosity as I stare around.
The main room is tastefully decorated in light greys and blues, framed landscape photos hung at strategic points.
“These pictures are amazing. Did you take them?”
Romy smiles shyly, for once not being his usual confident self. “Yeah. Photography is a passion of mine, but it doesn’t exactly fit in with the playboy image I’ve carefully cultivated. Not many people know, but I often go away for the weekend to the countryside, just me and my camera, looking for the perfect shot.”
“Sounds blissful,” I say. “I love the idea of being out in the middle of nowhere with my guitar and no one to hear me as I write and sing.”
“Maybe you and I could go away for the weekend soon then?” Romy suggests.
“I’d like that.”
“Great! Now we’d better get started on this ice cream before it melts. ”Romy goes through a door to the side, and I can make out a small private kitchen. He comes back with a couple of spoons.
“Where do you want to eat? We can stay in here or…” He pouts seductively. “We could take it into the bedroom.”
“Wherever’s most comfortable,” I reply, knowing exactly where Romy would want to go.
“Bedroom it is!”
I follow Romy through to his bedroom. It is huge, and like mine, has double doors leading out to a balcony. The main feature, of course, is the bed, a massive super king four poster made up like a hotel bed with more pillows and cushions than anyone could ever need.
More of Romy’s photos are hanging around the walls, along with a large flat screen TV suspended opposite the bed so you could watch in comfort. There were two bean bag chairs at the foot of the bed and Romy flops down on one, patting the other for me to come and join him.
“A spoon for you and a spoon for me,” he says, handing it to me before peeling open the lid of the ice cream tub. He scoops out a generous helping and holds it out to me to eat from his spoon. After a brief hesitation, I lean forward and open my mouth so Romy can feed me.
“Oh. My. God. That is divine!” I exclaim as silky milk chocolate explodes on my tongue.
“I told you it’s the best,” says Romy, taking a spoonful for himself.
I took another spoonful, lying back on the beanbag as I sucked the ice cream off the spoon. “Why can’t it always be like this?”
“What do you mean?” Romy settles himself more comfortably.
“Life. Why can’t it always be this simple? You, me, ice cream. We don’t need anything more than this. We should just buy a lifetime’s supply of ice cream and disappear off to some deserted island in the middle of the ocean.”
“Tempting. Very tempting.” Romy nods slowly. “You in a bikini. Yeah, it could work.”
“I’ll do that if you wear nothing but a palm frond to protect your manhood,” I counter.
“Who says I need to wear anything at all?” Romy waggles his eyebrows suggestively, making me laugh. “I mean, if it’ll make you happy, I’ll make the sacrifice and go without clothes. For the greater good.”
“I don’t know.” I tut and shake my head. “I’m not sure I can believe you.”
“I’d do anything for you, Ivy,” Romy says. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
“Well…” A slow, wicked smile spreads across my face. “If you really are so happy to go without clothes, prove it.”
“Your wish is my command.” Romy hands me the ice cream tub and stands up. I sit there, lazily enjoying the ice cream as he strides over to a chest of drawers. Picking up a remote control that is lying on the top, he presses a button. A sexy beat starts pulsing as he puts the remote down and turns to face me. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he starts playing with it, pretending to lift it, then dropping it again as he sways in time with the music.
At last, he reaches up and slowly unclasps his buttons, one by one, moving down until his shirt is completely undone. With one swift move, he pulls it off, swinging it over his head before throwing it across the room.
“Woo!” I cheer as Romy dances around, doing a casual little hair toss that made his floppy blond hair cover his face in a way he clearly knows is incredibly sexy. “More! More!”
Romy turns to face me, his hand at his fly. Grinning, he pops the top button and slowly slides down the zipper.
Not many men could have made wriggling out of their jeans seductive, but Romy manages it, turning round to wave his perfectly defined butt at me.
“And the rest!” I cry in laughter, as Romy plays around with the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down just enough to reveal the top of his groin and pulling it up again while he dances around.
His back to me, he looks over his shoulder and does a skillful shimmy that sends his underwear falling down to the ground. Deftly, he hooks them up with his foot and kicks them up to catch them in one hand and throws them to join the rest of his clothes at the side of the room.
Turning to face me, he strides across the room to stand over me. He is fully erect, his beautiful cock standing proud.
“See?” he says. “I told you I’d do anything for you.”
“But you’re not naked,” I point out. “You’ve still got your socks on.”
“Picky, picky!” Romy made a show of huffing as he pulls off his socks, completely naked at last. “Is that better?” He puts his hands on his hips. Confident. Proud.
“Oh, yes.” I put the tub of ice cream down and reach up to grab his cock. I love the way it feels in my hand, so firm and strong, promising a good time if I want it.
I start moving my hand up and down.
Romy closes his eyes and throws his head back, groaning a little.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. “It’s not too late to stop. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I’d regret it if we didn’t do this,” I tell him. “Ever since we were interrupted by Archer, I’ve wondered what it would have been like between us if we hadn’t been stopped. You have an effect on me I’ve never experienced with anyone else. I need to know what you feel like inside me.”
I stand and step towards him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I pull him towards me and kiss him deeply. I can feel his erection against me, and my body clenches in anticipation.
“You can have anything you want. You’re the queen of King Town,” he reminds me.
“I want to feel you,” I whisper, as we break apart. “I want to feel every inch of you inside me. I want your hands all over my body as you make me come over and over. I want-”
“I know what you want, Ivy,” growls Romy, pushing me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me. “And I’m going to give it to you, all night long.”He kisses me, his tongue running over mine as he puts his hands to either side of my head to play with my hair.
I wrap my legs around him, wanting to pull him closer as he runs light kisses down the side of my neck, tickling and teasing me.
“I think you need to be naked, don’t you?” he murmurs against my skin.
I nod, not trusting my voice, as he moves back to help me take my jacket and blouse off.
“Nice bra.” Romy smiles in approval at the sight of one of the new bras we’d bought on our shopping trip. “It looks better on you than I imagined.”
“The matching panties aren’t bad either,” I tell him, as he undoes my trousers and pulls them off. When he is done, he is kneeling before me, as I sit on the edge of the bed. He looks me up and down, admiration in his eyes as he massages my thighs with his hands.
“Exquisite. You’re a work of art, Ivy.”
I reach behind me to unhook my bra, wanting Romy to see all of me.
He reaches up to pull down my panties, helping me to get out of the last of my clothes so I am as naked as he is.
Then he pushes my legs apart, leaning forward so h
e can kiss and nibble at the inside of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. His hands are working as much as his mouth, fondling me, his thumb rubbing my clit, making me clench with anticipation. I am dripping wet, desperate to have him inside me.
“Oh my god, Romy.” I arch my back, grabbing handfuls of the bedcovers as Romy works his magic on me. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Romy lifts his head up to grin at me. “Good. But you’re going to have to wait awhile. I want to make sure you’re really ready for me.”
“How much more ready do you need?” I moan. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I think you can.”
Romy quickly comes up to kiss me lightly on the mouth before going back to between my legs.
I am filled with the most intense sensation, torn between needing to fuck Romy and loving everything he is doing to me.
He slips a couple of fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot with them as he licks my clit with the flat of his tongue.
I raise my hips, helping him to get the perfect angle to send me soaring towards orgasm. I can feel it building inside me as he continues to love me, knowing exactly what to do with his hands and mouth to make me feel good.
His thumb replaces his tongue at my clit, his hands skilfully working my body as he kisses his way up my body until he reaches my breasts. He continues to touch me as he takes my nipple in his mouth, lightly nibbling it and licking it. The feel of him at my breasts and between my legs is overpowering.
I am lost before him. In that moment, I would have done anything he asked, anything at all. I need Romy like I’ve never needed a man before.
I can feel myself edging towards climax and Romy reads the signals my body is sending him, working with my natural rhythm to nudge me closer and closer.
“Romy… I’m coming… Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
As my body is engulfed by waves of pleasure, Romy suddenly stops touching me, replacing his hand with his cock. As he slides into me, the feeling of him inside me sends me to a place of ecstasy I’ve never experienced before. I feel like I could die from how intense the feelings are.
As one orgasm ends, another one hits, coming one after the other in a tsunami of desire, leaving me panting and moaning for more.
At last, I come back down. Romy is still inside me, but he slows his movement, recognising it is a little too much for me to take right now.
“You all right?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Oh, my god.” I roll my eyes. “I am more than all right.”
“Good. So, are you fully satisfied?”
I can feel his cock twitching inside me. I know he hasn’t come yet, but all he seems to care about is whether I’ve enjoyed myself.
“I’m not satisfied until you are,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing him into me.
He takes the hint and starts thrusting again, hitting my cervix as he moves in a way that drives me crazy. I might have just had the biggest multiple orgasm of my life, but my body isn’t done yet. I respond to his movements, my hips bucking to meet his as we become more and more frenzied.
Romy cries out, coming hard as I ride off his energies to orgasm with him.
When he is done, he stays lying on top of me, the two of us connected as our breathing gradually slows to normal.
“If I thought I was addicted to you before…this just made it worse,” Romy tells me, brushing his lips across mine.
“Good, as I think I’m getting addicted to you too,” I reply and kiss him before he can say anything else. I don’t need to hear those three words, and my heart can’t give away another piece to Romy just yet.
If the heirs of King Town steal my heart anymore, I will never be able to leave this place.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
When I wake up the next morning, I am snuggled up against Romy’s chest, his arm tightly wrapped around me.
“Hello, beautiful.”
I look up to see him smiling down at me. “How long have you been watching me?”
“A while,” Romy says. “I woke up ages ago, but you looked so cute and peaceful lying there I didn’t want to disturb you. But now you’re awake, do you want some breakfast? I can order something up from the kitchen or if you prefer, I can cook something for you right here.”
“Would you mind making me something?” I hate asking, but if we ordered something from the kitchen, they’d know I’d spent the night here and I’m not comfortable with the idea of everyone knowing my business.
“Anything for you.” Romy kisses me on the top of my head before getting up.
I roll over to my side, watching him as he gets dressed. I love the lines of his body, the well-defined muscles calling for me to run my hands over them.
“I’ll be right back,” he says. “Eggs and bacon okay?”
“Great.” I nod, lying back in bed as a smile plays about my lips. Memories of last night come into my mind and I can feel myself getting wet again at the thought. Romy might have played the field, but unlike some of my past encounters, he’d really learned from his experience to know his way around a woman’s body.
It makes me jealous to think of him with anyone else, but we all have a past.
Maybe we should go and disappear off to that deserted island and spend the rest of our lives making each other feel good. Although it’s hard to imagine that sex between us could be better than it was last night. If that is just the start of things, I wonder what our connection will be like once we have a chance to get to know each other’s bodies better and learn what really set us off.
“You look deep in thought,” Romy says, coming back into the room carrying a tray. “What’s on your mind?”
“You,” I reply honestly, as I push myself up to a seated position. The blankets fall down, revealing my breasts, but I don’t care. It isn’t anything Romy hasn’t seen before.
“Glad to hear it,” Romy grumbles, as he put the tray on my lap and moves to sit next to me. Not only has he made me bacon with scrambled eggs, there were sausages, mushrooms and fried tomatoes. To the side of the tray is a vase with a single white rose and a newspaper is tucked by the plate.
“Wow. You’ve really gone overboard,” I say, tucking into a perfectly cooked sausage. “I had no idea you could cook. How did you get the rose?”
Romy shrugs. “I put a quick call in to Johnson.” Seeing my frown, he hurries to reassure me. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t know you slept in my room. I told him I wanted to surprise you, so when he brought up my morning paper, he brought roses as well. I want to bring you flowers every day and breakfast in bed every morning.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling you’re just saying that? You don’t have to go so over the top to impress me, Romy. Just be yourself. That’s more than enough for me.”
“Sorry,” Romy shrugs. “I’m used to turning on the charm with women. Sometimes I forget you’re not like the other girls. And just so you know, if you were like the others at the Academy, I’d never have agreed to my father’s plan. It’s not just you who has the right to say no to a proposal, you know. Anyway, why don’t you read the paper? Tell me what’s going on in the world.”
I unfold the paper and lay it out flat on the bed next to the tray so I can read it.
“King Town Express,” I say. “There’s a surprise. This town has got so much going on, it needs an entire paper to itself to cover it all. Let’s see… There’s a fundraiser at the Academy in a couple of weeks to raise money for charity.”
“More like an excuse for all the Houses to one up each other to see who can be the biggest donor,” Romy nods.
“Sounds about right.” I reply as I turn the page. “Hmm. That’s interesting.”
“What?”
“In the gossip column there are some photos of my dad boarding his private jet and a commentary asking why he’s been spending so much time in Italy recently. He didn’t mention Italy last night, and he certainly had plenty
of opportunity considering all he talked about was himself. I wonder what’s going on?”
“He’s probably got a mistress out there,” Romy says. “That column’s notorious for trying to make something out of nothing. I don’t know why they print it–the news is interesting enough without all these cryptic hints about who’s having an affair or who’s argued with whom. Find something more interesting to print, why don’t you?”
I laugh and turn the page, only to gasp when I see what is written there.
In simple, bold print were the words, “Ivy Archaic. Will you marry me?”
“Romy? What’s this?” I hold up the paper to show him the full-page ad, although he obviously already knows what is there.
“You said you wanted a romantic proposal,” he shrugs. “I figured what’s more romantic than telling the whole town how I feel about you?”
He gets off the bed and down on one knee. He takes a small box out of his pocket and opens it to reveal the ring we’d picked out together. “Ivy Archaic, you’re an incredible person and someone I admire more and more as I get to know you. I want to spend the rest of my life learning what makes you happy and doing my best to make all your dreams come true. I want to be your knight in shining armour, your protector, the man you turn to because you know I’ll keep you safe and always be there for you. Will you marry me?”
There is only one answer I could give, but where the last time I agreed to marry him because his father hadn’t given me any choice, I am starting to think that maybe, just maybe, we could make a marriage work.
“Yes.”
Romy takes my hand and slips the ring on. I look at it on my finger, admiring the way it catches the light.
“It’s really happening, isn’t it?” I say. “We’re really going to get married.”
“We really are,” Romy agrees with a grin. “In fact, Dad asked if you could go see him later today. He wants to talk about wedding plans.”
“You mean tell me what I’m going to wear and how it’s going to go?” I roll my eyes.
