Rome leaned in the bathroom doorway. We were the only two in the house; the rest of the family was at the restaurant for the weekend dinner rush. His black hair was wet from his earlier shower. Water droplets fell from his hair and traveled down his tanned skin. He was only wearing grey sweatpants that sat far too low on his hips to be decent.
“You’re staring,” he mused with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” I said around my toothbrush. Compared to him, I was rather homely at the moment, dressed in his shirt, my hair piled in a bun on the top of my head.
He chuckled lightly and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder, “You’re stunning, you know that?”
I rolled my eyes and spat the toothpaste out of my mouth. I looked at Rome through the mirror. We were very domestic-looking at the moment, both of us dressed in our pajamas as we got ready for bed side by side.
His hand traveled up my side and underneath my shirt, “A little birdy told me that you’re cleared for all activities.”
“Is this your version of foreplay?” I asked with a raised brow.
“You’re lucky I’m coherent enough to form words. All of the blood in my body is currently in my dick,” he explained and kissed my neck lightly. “Plus… we’re the only ones here, so my parents don’t have to listen to me fuck you.”
A startled laugh fell from my lips, “You really have lost your mind.”
“Yup,” he explained. His hands traveled back down my body and out of my shirt. I opened my mouth to question him, but my answer was given as he dropped his pants.
The thing about Rome… he wasn’t just in shape, he looked to be chiseled from the gods. I knew he worked out every day, but damn, did he have the body to prove it. He wasn’t lying when he said all of the blood had travelled down his body. His dick was an angry red, pulsing for me. “What’s the plan here?” I asked, looking him up and down in the mirror.
He smirked and kicked my feet apart before reaching and pulling my underwear down my legs. “Bend over for me, sweetheart. I wanna see your face in that reflection while I fuck you.”
My heart fluttered at the insinuation. “Your family could be home at any time.”
A mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes, “Makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”
He pushed my shoulder down slightly, forcing my hands to catch me against the bathroom counter. Rome pulled at my hair tie, freeing my hair, which fell in waves around my shoulders. Though that wasn’t his plan. He scooped the hair up in his hands and wrapped it around his fist before pulling slightly. “Ready, sweetheart?”
I didn’t have time to answer. Rome used his free hand to guide himself to my entrance, which was embarrassingly wet from his foreplay alone. He thrusted in with ease, bottoming out with a groan that reverberated in my ears.
“Rome,” I moaned.
He smirked, forcing my head to watch in the mirror, “Hold on, sweetheart.”
Hold on, I did. He thrust in and out of me with all of his might, keeping a steady hold on my hair… the stinging in my scalp only adding to the pleasure. He managed to hit the right spot with each move and talk me through the entire thing.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” his voice low and husky as he spoke. “Such a good girl.”
I couldn’t speak, my mind unable to form words, lost in the pleasure and the pain. He pulled me up with my hair, his hand bracketing my back against his chest as he continued to fuck me.
“Take off my shirt, I want to feel you against me,” I commanded.
He smirked, “Gladly.”
He let go of my hair and pulled my shirt up and over my head. His arm wrapped under my leg, lifting it to allow him to get a better angle.
“Fuck,” I moaned, “I’m close.”
He pulled out quickly, lifting me by the hips and placing me on the counter and stepped between my open legs, bringing us face to face. “I wanna watch you while you cum,” he grumbled. One hand stayed on my hip, holding me in place, the other reached between us and strummed my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Cum with me,” I spoke through heavy breaths and moans.
“I’m ready to snap,” he explained, his forehead wet with perspiration. His dark eyes were dilated and trained on me. Everything about him was taut as he held back his own release.
I couldn’t take the intensity for one more moment, his stare, his hands, his body all pulling me over the edge, and I crashed. The orgasm flooded my body, and I came with a cry. I could vaguely hear Rome roar as he came inside me with a final thrust, his head collapsing into the crook of my neck.
We sat for a moment as we both came down from our mutual highs, my chest heaving from the intensity.
