Sweet Rome
Page 116“Romeo… please…” Mol moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair.
The panties took all of two seconds to remove, and I sat back, just drinking in the amazing picture that was my wife. Christ! My wife. I almost groaned out loud at how f**king happy that thought made me.
Smoothing my hands back up Mol’s thighs, I lifted her right knee and placed it across my shoulder. Laying a kiss on her white-and-blue garter, I smiled up at her half-closed eyes and said, “This stays on,” and hooking my finger under the top of the white stockings, said, “These too.”
“Okay.”
Focusing between her legs, I leaned in and licked along her center in one long swipe, her hips rocketing forward at the action. “Mmm, baby, so f**kin’ sweet.”
“Romeo, please, I need… need…” she murmured, fisting my hair.
“Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it,” I demanded.
With a shuddering breath, she rasped out, “Lick me… please…”
Moving back in, my girl’s pleas spurring me on, I sucked on her clit, sinking two fingers into her channel. I worked her good, each passing second bringing her closer to the edge and my need growing more and more desperate.
“Rome! I’m… I’m…” Molly’s legs stiffened and with a loud scream, she broke, coming hard against my tongue.
Opening her eyes, she asked, “What…?”
“Move to the headboard, baby.” Molly did as I asked. “Clasp your hands around one of the railings. I want to play.” She lifted her hands slowly, intertwining her hands on one of the white metal railings, and, taking the garter, I moved above her, securing her hands so she couldn’t move. Her brown eyes brightened with excitement and her foot ran up my thigh and rubbed up against my cock.
“You want it, Mrs. Prince?” I asked, shifting closer until I straddled her chest.
“Come here,” Mol said and took me into her mouth, my head snapping back on a hiss.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
She moaned and the vibrations almost drove me insane. It was too much. I needed to be in her, needed to take the final steps in making her my wife.
Pulling out of her mouth, I shifted between her legs and wrapped her ankles around my back. Molly tested the strength of the garter with a pull on her hands, but it held tight, and an eager flush crept up her tanned skin.
“You ready, baby?”
“God, yes. Make love to me, Rome.” That was all the encouragement I needed, and in one quick thrust, I pushed in to the hilt, both of us groaning out in pleasure.
“I love you too, babe.”
Her hips rocked against mine, and as I stared into her eyes, I knew I needed to feel her hands on me, her wrapped arms around me as I came.
Reaching up with one hand, I snapped the material loose, and Molly immediately held me close, her nose tucking into the crook of my neck.
Her moans increased, her breath getting faster as my pace increased. “Romeo… I’m going to come,” she whispered, clutching my arms.
I pounded into my girl even faster, the motion making her scream out her release, the feel of her tight core taking me with her too.
“Fuuccckkkkkk…” I groaned as I stilled and came, the muscles in my neck straining with the severity of my orgasm.
Molly relaxed below me, her fingers slowly combing through my hair. As I looked down at her sated, smiling face, she put her hand to my cheek, eyes glistening, and whispered, “My husband.”
In that moment, I was convinced that no two other people had ever shared something so strong, so crushing her mouth with mine, I pulled back, stared at the most beautiful girl on Earth, and whispered, “My wife.”
37
Twenty years later…
“Hello?”
“Rome Prince! Long time no see, son!”
“Coach?”
There was a gruff laugh before he said, “Yeah, it’s your old coach! Still going strong here at the Tide. Twenty-five years this year!”
Smiling at the familiar sound of the man who helped me get through so much in my college years, I said, “I know, Coach. All-time record breaker for winning the BCS Championship. Not too shabby! I’ve watched your games every year. You’ve become a damn legend.”