Rome laughed through his nose that was pressed into my hair. It sounded like love. It felt like heaven. “Better than being a Masshole.”
“Hey, that’s a point of pride.” Reluctantly, I spun and tore my eyes from the amazing view to settle on one of equal value. “So, do I get a tour of this little cottage?”
“I could,” Rome said as his hands ran up my sides and cupped the sides of my face. “But there’s only one room I want to go to right now.”
I let him take me by the hand and lead us up a wide three-turn staircase to an open hallway overlooking most of the first floor. Down a second hallway, we arrived at a closed double door entrance to the primary bedroom. Rome brought me inside and I had a quick moment to see a vaulted ceiling with recessed lighting that warmed as we entered. The bedroom had the same view as downstairs only instead of windows there was a set of French doors that led out to a balcony beset with white wooden Adirondacks.
My eyes peeled away as Rome made a sharp turn and into the bathroom where more automatic lights turned on, but he shut them off with a slap to the wall. More white finishes, more gold, more ornate tiling that must have taken a decade to finish.
“I promise I’ll show you everything later,” Rome said as he backed me into the bathroom door that he had closed. He kissed me something deep, his tongue moving in all the right ways. My knees went weak and only his body pinned against me kept me on my feet. When he pulled away, I withered but mustered up the strength to continue to stand.
Rome twirled a knob on the shower, a tiled vault big enough for a party of five.Fourshowerheads powered on. He then crossed the bathroom to the far end (yes it was that long) where a massive porcelain tub sat before a large window overlooking the bay. He pushed several buttons on an LCD screen beside the tub (what the hell was this room?) and the tub spigot sprang to life with water that instantly steamed.
Rome came back to me and tugged off my shirt before I could. “I’ve always wanted to have fun in this room,” he confessed between kisses. “Never found the right person to enjoy it with.”
“This… is… incredible…” his mouth alternated between both sides of my neck, then my nipples. I couldn’t keep my eyes straight let alone speak silly humanwords.
“Just wait until you see the sauna in the basement. And the swing on the third floor.”
Thatpulled me back into reality. I had the wherewithal to push him only a fraction off of me. “Wait,what? Aswing-swing? Like a sex swing?”
He shrugged and I saw no shame in his eyes. “I built this place thinking of what it could be. I…” Ah, there was his shyness creeping through. “I don’t know what I like because I haven’t tried it all. And Iwantto try it all.” Confidence returning. He undid the button of my pants and slowly lowered the fly. “I want to try it all with you, Alex. Ifyouwant to.”
We finished stripping and he guided our naked bodies to the shower. Along the way, he hit another switch and all the lighting turned off except for dimmed, amber accent bulbs over the dual-sink mirrors. Steamy, wet, dark, we slipped into hot jets of water that immediately put everything in me at ease. I could stand there for hours relaxing. But something else called to my attention.
Rome had backed me against the tiled wall. Arctic winter cold for only a split second, but enough to make me suck air through my teeth. Suddenly, Rome had his finger in my mouth. Not as adroit, likely since he hadn’t prodded me like that before, but I already knew where his mind went.
Need to guide him, was my first thought as I leisurely sucked at his finger. His eyes were wide as his breathing dramatically increased. I could feel the anticipation wafting off of him like a distortion in reality. He stood at full attention, the head of his cock darting between the front of my closed thighs.
I took his wrist in my hand and pulled his finger out, then gave him an affirmative nod. He licked his lips and with his freehand, grabbed my waist, then gently pressed our chests together as his other hand reached around to my backside. I had one arm looped around his neck and the other loosely gripping his wrist to help guide him. Rome’s eyes didn’t leave mine, as if he could divine my body’s reaction through an exchange of glances alone.
His finger dipped down through the crack in my ass and slid along until he found my hole, then hooked inside me up to the first knuckle. A bit quick, but this wasn’t my first time, and I gave a breathy exhale to let him know he was on the right track. Emboldened, he pushed to his second knuckle. I dropped my ass a little and encouraged him by his wrist to go deeper. He slipped his finger all the way inside me. The way he breathed… it was as if he got more pleasure out of this than I did.
I gently pushed him away and spun before he could pull out. I gave him a good view by bracing my forearms along the shower, slightly bending over, and arching my back so that my ass popped. I heard him whispering something over the rush of the shower heads.
“More,” I said in a heady voice. “Come on. More.”
Rome slipped a second finger in me, this one nowhere near as hesitant as the first. I moaned with excitement as Rome began thrusting, slow and careful. He massaged me just right and my cock jumped in response. I pressed the side of my face against the tiling and groaned, then pumped my ass to the rhythm of his thrusts. Again, he whispered something I couldn’t quite hear.
“One more,” I told him.
I watched over my shoulder as Rome let out a blob of spit that landed on his fingers. He did this twice more, then worked the spit inside me so his third finger could slip in.Thatelicited a long, deep growl. My entire body shuddered.
“Not gonna last,” Rome said. Was that what he had been whispering? He hadn’t even touched his own dick, that baseball bat of his standing at full attention and throbbing to the pulsingof his heart.
“C’mere,” I said and pushed off from the wall. He kept his fingers in me. I pressed my back to his chest, reached down, and grabbed his cock in my hand while my ass gyrated. I used my free hand to grab my own dick. I would pop any second, too.
“Go ahead,” I told him. It was difficult, but I pushed my chin as far to the side as I could. Rome craned forward and our lips and tongues smashed in a maladroit attempt of a kiss. It didn’t matter. In fact, the sloppiness of it only seemed to make me harder. His fingers rubbing against my prostate just right, my own hand stroking me the way I liked, and his meaty bat in my other hand…
We came together in elongated shouts. Ribbons of come decorated the shower floor as the water rinsed it away in seconds. My body electrified as I let loose a new kind of orgasm that we had yet to achieve. I instantly wanted more despite coming down from the high of the climax.
Rome carefully pulled his fingers out and leaned the bulk of his weight onto me as if he needed to be held up. I laughed, fumbled on the slippery floor, and managed to prop him against me.
“Wow,” he finally said. I still had my hand on his dick and milked everything out of it until he kindly gestured for me to stop when he became too sensitive.
“Wow is right,” I told him. “That turn you on?”
“You have no idea.”
