Roman And Emery Season 2

Love Is The Best Passion

Waking up was always hard. The bed was always comfy and warm in the morning, making me want to just fall back to sleep. With a sigh and a grunt, I reluctantly turn to the side to cuddle up with Roman, but he wasn't there. Brushing my messy mane out of my face, I threw the covers off me. Swinging my feet over the edge, the cold floor gave my feet a shock. I Slipped on Roman's shirt, left the bed the mess it was, and then headed downstairs to look for the Roman.

As I hit the last step, I saw a shirtless Roman in the kitchen making breakfast. I stole a piece of bacon from the stack on the counter as I sat down on the stool. "Where are my parents?"

"They went to work." Roman said as he flipped the pancake. I had to admit, he looked sexy cooking with no shirt.

"Work?! It's only been 2 days?"

"They said they wanted to move on and that they've missed enough work as is."

"Well..." I said, getting off the stool, my skin peeling off as it had gotten stuck.  I walked around the counter and put my arms around his waist. "I guess its just the 2 of us."

"I guess so," he said in a sexy tone, turning around to put his arms around me. "What shall we do with the time?"

"I have a few ideas..." I said seductively and leaned up and kissed him passionately. "Or maybe just one." I brushed his lips, teasing him.

"I think I know what you're thinking." The next thing I knew he had slammed his lips against mine, knocking all the air from my lungs. I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. My arms reached up and tangled around his neck. In an instant I had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before I drew back into his lips.

When he kissed me my brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I was addicted after the first kiss, it was unbearable to not be with him. Those kisses were my salvation, I lived for them and treasure the memory of them on my lips. I dedicated my life to being with him from the moment of that first kiss, for I knew that if I lost him I would loose myself. He was the half that made me whole.

I broke the kiss to take a breath, our forheads till touching. "Wow...." was all I could say. I panted, each breath satisfying my lung's hunger. He gave me a light kiss, it wasn't much, just a brush of the lips, but it was enough.

He reached behind him and turned off the stove. Then suddely I was being lifted off the ground and onto his waist and he started walking upstairs. He gave me another kiss, this one was slow, but still enough to send fire burning throughout my body.

I could feel his hands on my waist, holding her close. He placed me on the mess of a bed and began nuzzling my neck with kisses, so faint and light, like a whisper. Her heart fluttered, no matter how many times he kissed her, he always made her feel this way.