Savage

Chapter 20: Wild Thoughts

I spotted Roman leaning against his black GMC. A Yukon, I think it was? I walked over to him, twisting the edge of my top as I got closer. I released the hem, when I was in front of him and he opened the passenger's door for me to climb inside. After closing my door he rounded the car to the driver's side and got in. There was a brief silence between us after he'd buckled up and started the ignition.

"How is she?"

"She's fine. I left her sleeping. She's finally resting."

"Good."

Then we drove out of the hospital parking lot in another stretch of silence. My mind kept thinking about how short life is and in an instance, it could all be taken from us. When he turned into my building's garage we sat there for a while in more silence. Until I was faced with the overwhelming feeling of death and the experiences I haven't taken in my life yet. All bundled up in a whirlwind of emotions, opportunities, and regrets. Cautiously, I turned to him, and then without thought I unbuckled myself and climbed into his lap. Straddling him in the front seat of his car. I looked at him blankly, before leaning forward and kissing him. The kiss was slow at first, then deepened the more we breathed. I rubbed my body on his like a cat in heat and his hands were exploring my body greedily until they found my ass and began squeezing it with a tight grip. Pulling away from my lips, he held my head in between both palms and looked deeply into my eyes. I was panting loudly, still lost in our heated moment.

"Are you sure you want this, Sage," his breath sounded strained.

"Yes," I said without hesitation, still breathless.

"There's no turning back, Kätzchen."

"I know."

I locked eyes with him and he searched mine for any uncertainties. When he saw the affirmation on my face, he crushed his lips against mine once more.

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"Sage," he breathed against my lip lips. His voice was strangled.

The kiss deepened as he closed my front door behind me. We were back in my living room, pressed up against the door. I felt constricted by my clothes, but Roman made no attempts at removing them. I was becoming frustrated by this and he knew it. I felt his lips curl into their sly position, creating that perfect smirk he normally wears, where he knows something that I am trying and failing to hide from him.

"Not yet, Kätzchen," he whispers onto my lips.

I close my eyes as his breath sends my nerves crawling up my spine.

"Fuck," I sighed.

Suddenly, I felt his hand under my ass. His grip was hard. He hoisted me up wrapped my legs around his waist, and walked us to the couch. Our lips never parted until I felt his firm grip on my hair, tight. He wrenched our lips apart to smile at me. I heard the button on his jeans pop open, then the sound of the zipper. I couldn't see his other hand properly, because he held my head in place. I could make out the movement of his hand, while he pulled his cock out and began to stroke himself. His eyes never left mine.

"Suck," he commanded. The smile on his face fell. He let go of my hair at that moment.

I felt my breath struggling to escape. In the dimly lit room, the air became heavy with anticipation as Roman sat face-to-face with me. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange of desire. I felt the tension crackle between us, a palpable force drawing us closer with each passing moment. Without a word, I went down on my knees without relinquishing eye contact, between his legs. I closed the distance and my mouth around his throbbing member and sucked as he instructed. I tried to fit as much of him into my mouth, but I ended up almost choking. He tasted divine and I heard him release a strangled moan. His hand reached out to cup my chin, his touch sending a jolt that coursed through my veins. Then his hand went to the back of my head again, where he held me firmly. I leaned into his touch, my breath hitching as I struggled to take him in. I felt the heat of his body radiating against my skin. He twitched in my mouth and with a firm yank of my hair he unfastened me from his cock and brought me face-to-face with him again. I straddled him, as we tried to catch our breaths.

Our lips met in a heated kiss, a fervent expression that had been simmering between us for too long. There was a familiarity of his touch setting my soul ablaze with hunger I never knew existed. Roman found the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until our chests were mere inches apart. The heat of his touch sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. I needed him.

Roman stood then, lifting me into his arms. The sudden movement caught me off guard. I was not surprised when he directed himself to my bedroom without any help from me. My legs held firmly around his torso and our kiss deepened the closer he got to my bed. By the time he set us down on the mattress, we were in a frenzy. I didn't know when our clothes came off our bodies but it felt so good to be skin-to-skin with him. His touch scorched my skin. His lips trailed hot kisses down my neck and onto my hardened nipples, where he spent a good time licking and sucking. This ignited a fire within me and had my back arching off the bed. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, and clutching at the sheets, as he made his way down the line of my body to find its center. He tugged at the little bud between his lips. I released a moan. Then he nestled his face at my core and began sucking fervently. I felt myself tighten under his touch. He used his finger to enter me while his lips were still on my clit. I could feel the heat building below my waistline. I tried to close my legs but he wasn't having it. He pinned my legs with his other hand and I writhed under his hot touch. He explored me, my taste on his tongue, and his lips and hands roamed freely, tracing the contours in and outside of my body with a skilled reverence. I was lost in the ecstasy of the union and I knew my release was near.

With a practiced ease, Roman slid his fingers out of my swollen sex and removed his lips. I felt a chill run over my skin suddenly. My eyes flew open, as my vision returned to normal and a certain level-headedness floored me.

"What?" I immediately asked, springing up onto my elbows.

That's when I noticed our contrasting figures. I was naked and he was not. Roman's shirt was missing and his jeans were loose at the waist. How could I have missed that? His torso had a sheen and his lips glistened with the juices from my core but I didn't cum.

"Why did you stop?" I insisted.

He licked his lips and stared down at me, climbing off the edge of the mattress in the process.

"Get dressed, Kätzchen. We need to talk."

Then he grabbed his shirt from beside me to pull on, before walking out of the room, leaving me dumbfounded. Frustration gnawed at the pit of my stomach.

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Notes: Kätzchen - kitten, kitty