"I remember," I whisper, my voice echoing throughout the room.
"This right here," he presses his hand to my naked breast, right over my heart, "your heart beats for me. The love I feel for you runs through my veins. I know you feel the same. I see the flutter of your heart in your neck and know that the reason your heart beats is for me. We're one in the same, Luna. One doesn't exist without the other. I'll seize to even be alive in a world without you in it. Why would you think I'd want to experience someone, anyone else in this world? You'll be far away, but you're engraved in my heart. I don't care about miles, Luna, not when you've already imprinted on my entire being.”
I lean forward, slamming my lips around his. I listen as the water splashes between us, flooding over the side of the tub and slapping onto the floor. Roman grabs me around the waist, pulling me closer until I'm straddling him, his hard-on directly under my butt. I grind against him, the water splashing against us with our movements.
My moans echo through the bathroom, banging against the walls and floating through the air.
"I love you," I moan.
"I love you, too." He brings his hand up to my sudsy breast, smearing the bubbles around and giving my nipple a tug. I groan, arching my chest into his hand.
I need more. So much more.
I move my hips against him, feeling him harden into a rock beneath me. My fingers go beneath the water, my nails scraping against his abs that are flexing with coiled tension. The room grows steamy, cloudy with the hot water and our heavy pants.
I grab his cock beneath the water and line him up when he stops me. "Wait. I need a condom." I slide off his waist as he leans over the tub, water splashing and dripping all over the cream rug. He grabs his pants, digging into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He flops it opens, pulling a condom from the inside pocket.
With quick movements, he dips his hand beneath the water to slide the condom on, then gives me a heated look, pulling me back on top of him.
I line him up, giving his base a squeeze before sinking down on top of him. There's a pinch of pain, but it's less so than last time. There's a lick of pleasure in there too, and it makes a shiver break out along my spine.
I wrap my arms around him as I lift up, sinking back down slowly. I try to make a rhythm, each motion making water splash over the side of the tub. It's difficult, though, because the combination of pleasure and pain makes my legs so shaky it's hard to move.
Roman pushes on my chest and I lean back, my body floating on top of the water while we're still connected at the waist. My hair floats around me in a black sheet, my breasts glistening with soap and water between my breasts. Roman grabs onto my hips, holding me tightly while he thrusts into me from below. I bring my hands up over my head, pressing them against the end of the tub so I don't knock my head against it. He rocks us, slowly but forcefully. Each motion climbing me higher. A slow burn starts in the pit of my belly, a tingling sensation that I'm becoming familiar with when I’m with Roman. I want to squeeze my thighs closed from the sensation, but our position makes that impossible.
I can feel Roman hardening further inside of me, his cock rock solid as he slides against my tight walls. I tense, and he lets out a grunt as he starts to speed up. It doesn't take long, our rocking becoming manic, our moans simultaneous as we chase our release.
We come together.
Our moans shake the walls, and I'm sure our neighbors can hear us as I scream Roman's name. My walls flutter against him, and I can feel as he twitches and tenses, the hardness of his cock pulsing against me.
He lets go of my hips, and I continue to float, staring at the ceiling as my body begins to cool. It's hot in here, foggy, and I have a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin. My mind became as cloudy as the room, our heat and love dulling my brain. But moments pass and clarity comes, and my bones start to chill, just like my heart.
I close my eyes, listening to our breaths settle and our heartbeats slow. My ears are under the water, and I listen as Roman pulls the plug on the drain. The pipes groan as they swallow the water. Soon, Roman's arms are around me. He lifts me from the tub, and I open my eyes, watching his wet hair drip onto my chest as he carries me out of the bathroom.
He brings me into the bedroom, pulling back the comforter and sliding my wet body between the sheets. He follows me under, covering my body with his hot one and brushing my wet hair from my face. It hits the pillow in a quiet slap. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.
His other hand has a condom in it, and I'm surprised he wants to go again so soon, but I don't complain. He tears open the condom and slides it on, and this time when he enters me, he stares right into my eyes. He moves slow, keeping only inches away from me as he rocks against me. My legs go up, wrapping around his waist as I curl my arms around his stomach. My fingers trail along his skin as he moves against me, our wet bodies warming beneath the sheets.
His eyes, not once, leave mine.
How can I last a year without this man?The love of my life.
My throat starts to close, and I can barely tamper down the sob that wants to escape. Tears fill in my eyes, trailing down my temples and into my wet hair. Roman doesn't wipe them away, keeping his fingers threaded in my messy strands as he continues to slide into me.
We're silent this time, our soft breaths the only sounds filling the room.
I don't want him to leave me.
My tears don't stop, and they make his face blurry. I open my mouth, taking a shaky breath as the loss of him begins to consume me.
When he comes this time, he stares me right in the eyes. I stare at him too, a soft cry floating from my lips as my own orgasm burns through me. He leans down, kissing my tears away, wetting his lips. He licks them, tasting the saltiness before he brings his mouth down to mine.
Gripping the condom, he slides out of me and tosses it over the side of the bed. His arms go around me, pulling me close so that he can spoon me. I bring his arm beneath my cheek, and I know he can feel my tears tickle his skin as they continue to river down my face, but he doesn't say anything. He just lets me cry in his arms on our last night together.
I fall asleep like that, with his wet arms, filled with tears, clutching me while I fall apart.
I'm on a mountain.