Having Grace

44.

I laid spent and panting next to Roman on the floor. We didn't make it to the bedroom. Hell, we didn't even make it out off the room we were in originally.

I shivered again as I looked for my shirt. It had happened so fast. So quickly. He was kissing me and then bang! We were on the floor, bodies entwined, half naked, enjoying a classic shag on a faux fur, well, shag.

"Come for a shower." Roman said. It wasn't a question and the next thing I knew I was walking up the hallway to the bedroom.

I had only my white matching underwear on and I quickly ran to the bathroom.

I made my way to the shower and turned it on, seeing Roman strip completely as I followed.

He told me to ignore the thoughts that ran in my head and just let nature take its course. Like I did the first time.

I hesitantly obeyed and we made love again.

But as soon as I stepped in the shower, Roman held me up on the wall, my leg hitched over his hips, one of his arms around my waist, holding me up as I clung on to his shoulders.

His other hand roamed up my body as he kissed me again over and over in the shower.

It was hot, steamy and not just the temperature.

Roman entered me again as we screwed in the hot water, I didn't care if my hair got wet, or the fact that the water was too hot.

Roman had me against a wall, holding me up, fucking me while I moaned out his name.

My body was still in over drive from minutes prior.

The way he held my head, how his hand gripped in to my waist, how the cold tiles hissed on my bare skin on my back.

His body pressed against mine, how we rubbed against each other, I started to shake, I could feel it happening again, that tidal wave of pleasure. Each intimate touch and stroke sent me closer as my nails dug in to Roman's shoulders, I was barely on the tips of my toes on my foot that was down.

Then Roman's hand that held my neck picked up that leg and I wrapped that around him too.

The experience blew me away as I moaned louder and louder.

"That's it baby." He murmured.

I was getting closer and closer. "Oh fuck Roman!" I screamed.

We stayed like that a bit longer, both of us panting, trying to catch our breathe.

Roman slowly placed me down as my weak knees took my weight.

"Sorry about that princess." Roman smirked as he kissed me again. "I couldn't control myself."

I didn't know what to say as I watched him leave the shower. I turned the taps off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. Roman left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and collapsed on the bed, I walked out to go to the room where my clothes were.

I opened the door to the room and found them gone. How could they be gone? Wasn't I in here yesterday? I think I was.

I went back to where Roman lounged on the bed.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked him. "The ones I've been too lazy to get back?" I jabbed at him.

Roman stared at the roof, but I saw the small smile. I stepped closer and went to ask again when he sat up and took my wrist, pulling me down on to him.

"They are in the closet." He murmured against my lips.

"Which closet?" I asked in slight annoyance.

"Our closet."

My eyes went large. "Our closet?"

Roman grinned. "Yes." He rolled on to his side, making me roll with him as he held me closer to him. "Our closet. You wanted to know what this is. It's a relationship."

We never did get that far earlier. I felt the water bead down my skin as I looked at him stunned.

"Are you admitting something?" I asked him.

"Yes." He pecked the tip of my nose. "You and me. We are a relationship. Exclusively to our selves. No more boys hanging around you. No more kissing other males."

I felt a sense of shame over come me as I relived those memories.

"You are mine completely." Roman stated.

I blinked at him. His completely? What if things don't work out?

"I don't want to see you over think this either." Roman said as I looked back in to his eyes.

"This complicates things." I whispered to him.

"Like what?"

"My father!" I gasped at him.

"I've already spoken to him, this morning in fact, before I rang you the first time."

Oh.

"We didn't exactly work out the first time, Roman." Why was I being negative about this? Isn't this what I actually wanted deep down? The one thing I couldn't admit to myself because I didn't know what he wanted, because I didn't want to get hurt?

"The first time was different. Weird, strange, different."

"I can't believe you are actually talking to me though. And nicely."

Roman sighed. "The way we were speaking to each other, I regret that. I don't want to talk to you like that again. That was me pushing you away." Roman kissed my lips in a quick peck. "What do you say?"

He was full of surprises today. Asking for my opinion topped them all.

"You want to go again? Do the whole dating and stuff?"

Roman chuckled at me. What was so funny? "I want to do more then date. I want to kiss you and hold you and make love to you and fuck your brains out. I want to do things properly though."

I leaned away from Roman as he sat back up, his chest bare as he looked at me.

"Wait." I stared at his chest and bit my lip. "We need to get dressed."

"Whatever for? Am I distracting you?"

I laughed at his playful tone, but I slipped out off the bed holding my towel, but Roman grabbed it and snatched it away from me, leaving me in my birthday suit.

I squealed as I ran to the closet, hearing Roman laugh.

"I think you're the distraction."