Page 112 of Rome: The Ballerina


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My spine curled. My head dropped. My lips protruded, just like the little nub behind her lips. I found it with ease as if it was never hiding from me. As if it wanted to be found. As if it wanted to be mine.

My tongue pressed against her clit. Her back arched, leaving the table behind. And, then, the sweetest sound known to me left her mouth.

“Uhhhhhhhh–”

I nearly erupted in my briefs.

Fuck.

The intensity of her presence, of her pinnacle, had my dick hard and ready to blow.

She tasted like a future. A past. Happiness. Joy. Contentment. Marriage. Monogamy. Family. Health. Wealth. And emotional stability.

Rome struggled to breathe. Oxygen was caught in her chest. Her eyes fluttered as she tried regaining control of her body. At the sight of her complications, I was reminded of one thing. I kissed her pussy and then kissed my teeth at the thought of it.

“Saaaaaaaainnnnnt!”

Oh, it gets sweeter.The sound of my name from her lips sounded incredible.

Unraveling.

Uplifting.

Condemning.

Rewarding.

Un-fucking-bearable.

She strained her neck to see me. There was no need. I left her pussy momentarily to get closer to her. To her face. To her eyes.

“I’ve kissed those lips,” I informed her, peeking between her legs, “Before having the chance to kiss these. Shame on me, Mellow.”

I drove into her mouth, tasting the minty fresh breath I’d smelled from the moment she opened her door. Like it was a piece of candy fresh out of the paper, I wrapped my lips around her tongue. She was heavenly–in every sense of the word.

Involuntarily, my eyes closed. Rome felt every bit of right. Her lips and her saliva consumed me. She was so sloppy. So inexperienced. So new. To me… to this. To everything.

Fuck, I love this shit. I admitted, reopening my eyes to find hers wide with curiosity.

“You’re doing well, love,” I whispered, pulling away from her.

I wasted no time, lowering my head between her thighs.

My thighs.

I started at the end of her slit, not stopping until my tongue reached the hood of her pussy.

“Uhhhhhhh. Saaaaaiiiinnn– uhhhh.”

She was unraveling. Right in my mouth. Right in my hands.

“Focus, baby,” I encouraged.

I wanted her to feel every high, low, dip, rise, and every plain in between. I sucked her clit into my mouth, disabling her completely. Her limbs stiffened as I pushed two fingers insideof her. I twisted them upward, signaling for her climax to come straight to me.

“Ohhh– Sai–”

Her voice displayed the sexiest rasp.