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Your heartbeat began to pick up as your curvy body was consumed in a delicious medley of darkness and multi-colored strobe lights. Next to you, waltzed your husband of five years, whom nearly every woman in the world has had a crush on at some point — Roman Reigns.
It was an exhilarating August evening, to say the least, as match after match carved the strongest of feelings from your chest, keeping you on edge nearly all night. Though this night was top tier, nothing could compare to the shockwaves sent throughout your body upon your eyes laying on your perfectly chiseled husband. The way he marched to the ring with purpose, drenched your body in ecstasy.
It wasn't like you didn't see it everyday at home, he was a naturally confident man, but something about the way he carried himself tonight sent you to the moon. It didn't help your pending pool of libido that the first thing he wanted to do when he got backstage was cup his lengthy fingers around your hips and press his plump lips to yours.
Your tongues danced for mere minutes straight until you pulled away, breath hitching, confiding in your husband about your desires.
"Patience, Baby." He huskily replied, reminding you of your earlier agreement. You bit your lip, drinking him in as he laid his forehead on yours. Hours later, you both found yourself at the Summerslam Afterparty. Body-con hugging your body, hand in hand with your husband, you made your way through the dense crowd of wrestlers and their partners and toward the drink table.
As you two settled in a spot on the dance floor, dancing subtly to the music, your eyes widened in amusement as your favorite song began playing; Bom Bidi Bom by Nick Jonas.
There were not enough words to express what this song did to you. It was as if all of your insecurities suddenly became nonexistent and you became the sexiest person in the room. Instinctively, your hips and shoulders began moving to the music.
I was wrong and you were right
If I was yours and you were mine
But it was all good (yeah)
Roman picked this up pretty quickly, smirking as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. As you moved your body rhythmically to the music, he guided you sultrily toward him, turning you around so your ass was now rubbing against him in the best way possible.
You were gone and I was back
And I was good and you were bad
But it was all good
His tattooed arms, chiseled like the finest marble, snaked around your waist, slender fingers pressing against you suggestively as you continued to dance against him, your Cosmo beginning to take effect.
Cause I'm an addict, I'm your patient
Your lips are the medication
Come here baby, yeah, you know just what i want
You got that
His plump lips began kissing down the soft skin of your neck, pearly white teeth nibbling bruises on your sweetest area. "Joe.." you whispered, your hands finding their way on top of his which still pressed against your heat. Your husband hummed in response, beginning to really feel the effects the song has on you, your suggestive energy rubbing off on him.
Bom Bidi Bom Bom Bom Bi-dum
Bom Bidi Bom Bom
You give me bad bad love but I love it, baby
Love me all night long if you want it, baby
He begins trailing his hand up your stomach, it stopping just at your nipple. You gasp audibly, to only the both of you as the music was blaring, eyes shooting open as you spin on your heels. As you stare into his eyes, he peers back at you, cocoa eyes drunk with desire. "We're in public.." you whisper in his ear as you pull him close to you, combing your manicured fingers through his hair.
