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Callie

The plates are rinsed, and I’m curled up on the couch with a blanket over my lap. My eyelids are drooping, my limbs heavy, almost like this is the first time I’ve been able to relax fully in a while.

Roman comes back into the room, shirtless now, his jeans riding low on his hips. He pauses in the doorway and just looks at me for a moment. There’s something gentle in his eyes. Something fierce, too.

“Come shower with me, baby,” he says, quiet but sure.

He holds out his hand, and I take it without hesitation. He guides me up the stairs, flicking on the bathroom lights, turning the water on. I watch him quietly, not speaking. There are no words right now.

He turns and reaches for the zipper on the back of my dress. A slow, careful drag. It slides down, baring my skin, the fabric falling loose around me. He doesn’t stop until the whole dress pools at my feet. Then he turns me to face him, his eyes raking over me.

The way he looks at me makes my body flush, warmth unfurling in my stomach. Like I’m the only woman in the world. The only woman he could ever want.

His fingers skim my sides, his touch making my breath catch, goosebumps rising on my skin. He cups my face and brings our mouths together, the kiss achingly soft. My lips part on a sigh, and his tongue sweeps inside.

I melt.

He reaches behind me, unclasping my bra before sliding the straps down my arms. Then his hands are sliding into the waistband of my panties, pushing them down until they are around my ankles. I step out of them, kicking my discarded clothes to the side. The whole time, his mouth never leaves mine.

His tongue explores. Dips and strokes. His kiss is patient and unhurried, as if we have all the time in the world. As if he could do this forever and be perfectly content.

When his mouth finally leaves mine, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he drags his lips along the line of my jaw. Nips the tender flesh of my neck. Sucks my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling just hard enough to make my pulse race.

I reach out, unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his hips. He lets me, kicking them off when they pool at his ankles. He steps out of his boxers too, his cock springing free, thick and hard.

Then he scoops me up, his strong arms cradling me, and I’m weightless. Breathless. He settles me down on the edge of the counter and his hands find my knees, gently prying them apart.

“The shower can wait just a little longer,” he growls against my lips. “First, I want to do things to you that will get you dirty enough to need it.”

He kisses his way down my neck, my chest. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, rolling the other between his fingers. My back arches, and my fingers sink into his hair. He nips the tight bud before moving on to the other.

“You’re mine, baby,” he groans, cupping both breasts in his hands and squeezing them together. “Every inch of this gorgeous body. You know that, don’t you?”

I nod, and he gives each nipple a little bite.

“Say it,” he demands, voice a low growl.

“I’m yours,” I breathe.

“That’s right,” he rasps. “Mine.”

He kisses and sucks his way down to my stomach, over the soft flesh that I’ve always been so self-conscious of, but that seems to make him crazy. He presses his face there, kissing, worshipping, and it sends a rush of heat between my legs.

I’ve never felt so beautiful. So wanted. So desired.

“Roman,” I whisper.

He looks up at me, his eyes hot and dark.

“Touch me. Please.”

I spread my thighs a little wider, and he takes the hint, dipping his fingers through my slick folds. His eyes stay locked on mine as he swirls around my clit, then plunges one finger deep inside me.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders, trying not to dig my nails in.

“This pussy is mine, too, baby,” he growls. “No one else will ever touch you here. Do you understand me? Nobody else will ever feel the pure heaven I feel when I sink my dick into this perfect, pretty little hole.”

I moan softly and nod. “No one but you,” I whisper.

His possessiveness is like a drug. It turns me on so much, it almost scares me.

“Good girl,” he praises, his tone almost reverent, and then his mouth is moving back up to my breasts, licking and sucking and biting.

I can’t breathe.

He adds another finger, thrusting and curling them inside me, rubbing that spot that makes me see stars. And when his thumb moves to my clit, it’s too much.

My head falls back, a moan tumbling from my lips, and my climax hits like a wave. My muscles clench, and I cry out his name, clinging to him as he coaxes the pleasure from me, wringing out every last drop.

When I come back down, my legs are shaking. Roman’s still watching me, his eyes full of desire, a small smile playing at his lips.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m going to make you come all the time. As much as you can take. On my fingers, on my mouth, and most especially on my cock. Your orgasms are mine, too, and I want to feel every single one of them, baby.”

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, when he pulls my ass to the edge of the countertop. I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he’s lining himself up and pressing inside, filling me, stretching me, and it feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head.

He groans, low and rough, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby,” he pants. “You feel too good. Like fucking heaven.”

His hips move slowly, grinding into me, and I moan, clutching him tighter.

“This is where you belong,” he says, voice hoarse and ragged. “Right here. In my house. In my arms. With my cock buried deep inside your sweet little cunt. Letting me fill you with my cum so I can plant my baby inside you.”

I cry out, arching into him, loving his filthy mouth. Loving that he doesn’t hold back. That he tells me exactly what he wants, what he’s thinking, without hesitation.

“Oh god,” I moan, too turned on to be able to say anything else. My entire body is buzzing with pleasure as his thick cock glides slowly in and out, stretching and rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs. “Your body was made for me. You were made for me. We’re going to make babies together, you and I. I’m going to give you a whole fucking baseball team, Callie. That’s how badly I want you. How much I need you to be mine.”

I cry out, my head falling back, and he kisses my throat, sucking gently, licking his way up to my ear.

“You want that, baby? You want me to put a baby in your belly?”

He places a hand on my stomach, rubbing it softly, possessively.

“Yes,” I pant, moaning as he speeds up his pace. “I want it all, Roman. Everything you said. All of it.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and we lose ourselves in each other. The sounds of our bodies coming together are loud and slick and wet. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, growing and growing.

And when it explodes, when the orgasm bursts inside me, it’s too much.

It’s bigger and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Roman’s mouth swallows my cries, his hips never slowing, pounding into me.

And then his whole body is going rigid, his cock swelling and throbbing, and he’s groaning into my neck, emptying himself inside me.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick and low, still pumping into me, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.

After a few moments, when we can both breathe again, he lifts me in his arms, his cock still inside me, and carries me into the shower.

The hot water pours over us, washing the sweat from our skin. And the whole time, he’s holding me close, stroking my back. Kissing the top of my head.

And I know that from this day forward, everything is going to be okay.

So much better than okay.

Because we have each other.