“No.” He goes back to washing me. “I don’t mind at all, Sophia.”
“Okay.”
“But I don’t need to know all the details either.” He tugs my hair softly. “I know I’ve been chained to the office lately, but we’re going to tackle Holden’s birthday, the fun group conversation about marriage.”
“That I won’t be there for.” I tap him.
“And if everything goes well, we’ll get married in Paris.” He sighs. “We might be able to borrow an area outside of the Louvre and make our big day beautiful and happy. The guys can marry you too, in spirit. The only difference will be on paper.”
“That sounds simple when you say it like that.”
“And you … you need to relax.” He breathes. “Think of one thing at a time and stay in the present with us. You’ll kick yourself for missing out on things.”
“Giving me lectures now? Are we at that point in the relationship?”
“I guess so. The honeymoon phase is over.” He sighs. “Should we call it quits?”
“But the ring was so pretty.” I tease.
He splashes me and I squeal. We play around in the tub until the friction gets to both of us. Roman carries me, dripping wet, to bed. He climbs on top of me and kisses me like he can soothe every worry I’ve ever had or will have.
When his cock brushes my pussy, I groan and slide a hand between us, wrapping my hand around him. He groans. “Maybe the honeymoon phase is alive.”
“Alive and well.” I agree, stroking his cock again.
He pants and presses his mouth to my throat, biting hard enough that I whimper. My body arches against him and another moan curls my toes as his hand cups my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple.
“Oh, Roman.” I lift my hips and guide him right where I want him, thrusting into me. He feeds me his moan and I love the taste. I love knowing that I can undo him like this. That the seduction isn’t one way. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He bites my bottom lip, then dives deeper into my mouth with his tongue.
It’s hungry and intense, his nails pulling at my skin, his teeth marking me up with every opportunity. Roman doesn’t love gently. He takes and gives in equal measures and does absolutely nothing halfway.
I clutch him tighter, pulling him against me until all that exists is us, the pleasure we create, and our hearts beating together. Roman licks up the front of my throat before wrapping his hand around my neck.
“Beg me to come, Sophie.”
“Please!” I’m fighting it as my eyes flutter. I’m aching for release and it hurts to stop it from happening. All I want is for us to come together, for us to have the same pleasure at the same time. “Oh, please. Let me come. Come with me.”
He groans and kisses me hard while pounding deep into me. He pushes down on my lower belly and everything amplifies. I’ve never felt him so intensely. Never been so overwhelmed and I’m actually dangling over the edge of bliss itself.
“Please!”
“You’re such a good girl.” He purrs in Italian. “So good.”
I come from that alone, with or without permission. I dig my nails into his back and drag them down as he groans, then his hips move in a disjointed pattern and he groans against my chest, so deep and feral that I know he feels it too.
He comes while gripping my thigh and my throat. Only when his hands go slack do I start to come down. Roman sighs and pillows his head on my chest. He draws lazy designs on my thigh and presses a kiss to my racing heart.
“I will never have enough of you.” He murmurs. “Not with how I love you, Sophie.”
“I’m going to put that to the test. Valerie and I can be kind of wild. If you love me through that and my neurotic decoration hanging, we can survive anything.”
“If I can survive your attempts at pasta making, I can handle that.” He chuckles.
“I thought I did well!”
“My grandmother would have hit you.” He spanks the outside of my ass, sending a stinging pain across my skin. “But not in the way you like.”