I love Roman.
And it’s real. Tangible.
I can feel it, touch it, taste it, and see it.
He came into my life right on time, and I had to thank Ezra for setting this in motion. When he confessed to playing a silent matchmaker, I was outdone. But he had done good.
Roman opened my eyes to a new way of thinking. He didn’t push or force it on me. No, he lived in his truth, and I got to watch him do it.
He taught me that I am not a broken woman with daddy issues she doesn’t understand.
I’m simply a woman who has been hurt before but found her way through it all. I am strong and able.
And yes, I love hard, but that quality was only meant for one man.
I can be too much, but he embraces my quirkiness. I’m spoiled, but he adds to the trait.
When I feel like being clingy, he holds me close, and when I need space, it isn’t a fight to get it. I love that he never goes too far, and he encourages me to be the bad bitch that I am.
Roman was heaven sent. Handcrafted by the man above just for me.
I see a bright future for us, so yeah, moving in with him was a no brainer.
The shower door slid back, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Roman stepping inside.
“Was I taking too long?” I whispered, turning to face him. He shook his head and watched me as I reached out to touch his chest. “So, you were missing me then.”
“I always miss you even when we’re in the same room.” He chuckled. “Shit sounded crazy after I said it.”
“It’s how I feel too, so I guess we can be crazy together then.” I moved in closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You... you’re so amazing.”
“Come on, BB,” he said, smiling. “Chill with the sweet talk. This is why I get clowned by the guys now. Always got a nigga smiling and shit.” I kissed his lips and then again and again before tilting my head back to look into his eyes.
“I love making you smile.” His eyes danced across my face while he squeezed my ass. “Let me take care of you real quick.” I grabbed his rag and lathered it up with Dr. Bronner’s Hemp Almond soap. I set the bottle aside and then began to wash his body, starting at his neck and working my way down. Roman closed his eyes and let me do my thing. I loved that he wasn’t against me doing things like this for him. He enjoyed being catered to just the same as I did. A low moan slipped from his lips, and I smiled. I reached his erection and used my fingers to stroke it.
“Love how smooth you are,” I murmured. “Love the way you feel against my fingertips.” Stepping around him, I guided his body toward the showerhead and began to wash his back. I cleaned his entire body and then turned him to face me again. His eyes were low as he watched me lower myself to the shower floor and take him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he cursed, grabbing the bun on top of my head and holding it tight. I worked him in and out of my mouth until he was covered in my saliva. Wrapping my arms around his legs, I pushed him deeper into my mouth until I felt his dick tapping the back of my throat.
“Mmmm,” I hummed and gargled. Roman jerked, and I sucked faster, taking him in and out my mouth until he cursed and pulled me up forcefully.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” he commanded. I obliged. His deep tenor sent chills right to my pussy. When he entered me, I cried out but fucked him back. “Mmhm. Throw that shit back, BB.” Roman smacked my ass, and I whimpered. His fingers dug into my waist while he pounded into my pussy with vigor.
“Oh God, I’m about to—”
“Don’t tell me, show me. Let me feel it.” He tucked his arm under me and pulled me up slightly, pressing my body into the shower wall. His strokes were so good. My orgasm ripped through me, and I wept from the pleasure that rocketed my body. I deliberately tightened my pussy muscles around his dick, and he swore under his breath.
“Have my baby...”
“Yes, cum in me, Roman.” And he did. With his hand wrapped around my neck, Roman pulled my head back and pressed his lips into mine. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.”
After gathering ourselves, we showered again and then migrated to the bedroom. Roman dried my body and then his. He slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, and I stole another one of his shirts.
“I won’t have any more if you keep stealing them,” he joked, pulling my body against his when I climbed into bed.
“I’ll buy you some more,” I said, kissing his chest. “Besides, if I’m going to be living here, then you’ll still technically have them.
“Are you saying yes?”
“I’m saying yes, baby,” I told him. “It wasn’t something that I needed to think about. I’m here all the time anyway, and it’ll work for Lilac too because she was dead set on not allowing me to pay her. Now, she can rent out her place and actually get paid for it.
“You don’t know how happy that just made me.”
“I think I do,” I muttered, snuggling my body closer to his. This was something I never wanted to end. The passion between us is unmatched. Our love is unmistakable. I finally found my person, and I was never letting him go.
THE END