Something more [a Roman Reigns story]

7 Good morning, indeed

As I slowly woke up in the morning, I felt the sun's rays on my naked back and heard the waves breaking on the beach. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of warmth on my skin. A contented sigh escaped me. It wasn't long before I noticed the bed moving on the other side. A second later, hot lips traveled down my spine. His beard scratched lightly on my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps.

"Good morning, Muffin. How did you sleep?" I heard Roman ask in his deep, raspy morning voice.

"Hmmm... good morning. Like a rock. And you?" I replied as now yet reluctantly opened my eyes. Roman crawled back up the bed to lie down next to me. He propped his head on his hand, showing off his muscular arm.

"I slept very well too, well after you let me." he said with a smirk.

"What can I tell you, Ro? I just can't get enough of you. You should be happy about that." I replied softly and slid closer to him so I could give him a good morning kiss.

"Oh believe me, I am. This whole week has been like a dream, even though I would have loved to show you more of the island," Roman said.

"Well, you were the one who said I was going to spend a lot of time in bed. I was just sticking to your plan. Besides, let me tell you, I totally forgot how incredibly good you are," I said as I slowly ran my fingertips over his arm and then his ribs.

"I know you mean that as a compliment, but I'm a little offended at how you could ever forget that." he replied with a pout.

"Trust me, it's a huge compliment. Imagine being reminded of something so fabulous your whole life, but you can never have it again. My mind made me forget it, so the memory doesn't torture me for all eternity," I explained to him. 

"Hmmm... yeah that makes sense. What do you say we refresh your memory a little more?" he replied, wrapping his strong arms around my middle and pulling me against his chest.

"I'd love to, but what do you think about the shower? That way we kill two birds with one stone. After all, we still have to pack. Our plane leaves in 5 hours." I said after a quick glance at the clock.

"Your wish, is my command, Muffin!" he immediately replied, he jumped out of bed and scooped me up. Like that he carried me to the bathroom. 

Once there, he set me down briefly on the countertop and reached for the shower fixture to set the right temperature. When he was satisfied with that, he came back to me and lifted me into his arms once more, but this time so that I could wrap my legs tightly around his waist. He walked us into the shower. Without wasting a second, he pressed my back against the cold shower wall. I gasped in shock, but the feeling of cold didn't last long. Anyway, my attention was immediately elsewhere. 

My hands traced the lines of Roman's muscles. The muscles of his arms and the muscles of his back that were flexing as he held me upright like this. I enjoyed the feeling of his full lips traveling along my neck, shoulder and collarbone. The way he kept nibbling and sucking on my skin. In the process, he was sure to create the next hickies. Not that I cared. On the contrary. This man could mark me as much as he wanted.

Without warning, he lined himself up with my entrance. He thrust all the way in without hesitation. A deep moan escaped from both of us. Our connection, in every way, was almost overwhelming. The water added yet another part to this sensuality.

As so often in this unique week, I had to think again how happy I was to go to this wedding. Even if there were people in this world who surely cursed and hated me for it.

But when Roman began to pound into me faster, these thoughts were forgotten just as quickly as they had come.