Push by Sadie Rose

 

It’s past midnight now and I still don’t want this night to end. Roman is everything that I’ve ever wanted a man to be. He’s been attentive; opening up doors, pulling out my chair, he guides me with ease, and has protectively watched over me. After our amazing, electric kiss, we headed to Hahn’s, a traditional Korean barbecue restaurant for dinner. Where he surprised me and sat on the same side of the booth as me as we ate. I thought people only did that in movies. The entire dinner we sat holding hands, stealing kisses, and winding each other up like a spinning top. Once we finished dinner, we walked aimlessly and somehow found our way to Coit Tower. All the while having two barrel-chested men in black suits walking behind us at a discreet pace.

When I asked Roman if they were with us he gave me a quick nod and told me I didn’t have to acknowledge them, but it felt wrong having them follow me everywhere without introducing myself. I stopped, turning abruptly and walking over to them, purposefully putting myself in front of them and introduced myself. They seemed flustered but recovered, jerkily giving their names in a stilted introduction. Roman guffawed at that, grabbing my hand to continue our leisurely pace. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Once we finished walking around Coit Tower, I knew it was late and we should turn around toward the car.

“Are you cold, baby?” Roman’s voice was so soft, his lips against my ear, sending shivers down my spine as I rubbed my arms

I nodded my head, “A little. It’s late and getting cold.”

Roman placed his hands on my arms and rubbed them up and down trying to keep me warm. He yelled, taking me by surprise, “Miller!” One of the two guys following us, the taller one with a shaved head, approached us.

“Is the car ready?” Roman asked.

“Yes, sir,” Miller responded and did all but salute. I stifled a chuckle at his stoicism.

Roman took my hand and we started to walk back. At the bottom of the hill sat his town car. I suppressed an eye roll at the thought of him making the car follow us as we approached. Once we got to the car he opened the door for me and then walked around to the other side and got in.

Roman looked to the front seat and spoke, “Miller, let’s get Ms. Monroe home safely.”

Disappointment hit me. Was he going to just drop me off? He had shared his raw emotions with me, we had amazing chemistry and what I thought was a great first date. Was he really just going to tell me goodnight? What a letdown. Maybe he got a taste of what our relationship would be like and didn’t enjoy it? Geez my mind goes to the worst possible case scenario. My thoughts must convey to my face because he picked up on my thoughts.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing. Um… I… I just thought we were having a good time.”

He smiled at me lifting his cheek to show off a dimple, “Of course we are, it’s getting late and I would like to continue tonight inside your apartment. If that’s ok with you?”

I grinned from ear to ear, “That sounds perfect.”

The short drive to the apartment only took a few minutes and before I knew it we were back at my building with Roman exiting the car and holding the door open for me. I moved forward to open my building door and Roman hung back and talked with Miller. He held up a finger indicating that he would just be a minute. When he was finished we entered the building, and as we walked up the steps, my curiosity won over “Is everything ok with Miller?”

“Yes.” He paused. “I’m presuming I’m going to stay here tonight. I told them they could go off duty.”

Oh.

I try to hide my delight and act unaffected, “Do they typically take the night off once you’re in for the night?”

We’ve made it to the third floor now and he stops and looks at me, “No. My home has security twenty-four-seven and if I’m not at home they are always on duty. But when I’m with you I feel safe, and since no one knows we are together yet or where I’m at right now I think we’ll be safe tonight. But remember Ollie, starting tomorrow you will always have security. I want and need to know you are safe.”

I contain my eye roll and nod in return. This is clearly important to him.

As we walk to the door and I get out my keys, I find myself getting nervous. It’s a given that we are going to have sex. Thank goodness I wore nice underwear. My hand trembles as I try to insert the key into the lock. Roman reaches his hand out and steadies my hand with his.

“Don’t be nervous baby. I think you’re beautiful and sexy and smart. We have a connection and so much chemistry there isn’t a doubt in my mind that this isn’t going to be amazing.”

His words make me feel warm all over. He makes me feel so wanted and I smile up at him and meet his eyes. I lean up and put my arms around his neck and kiss him on the lips. I only meant for it to be a short kiss but it deepens into more when his tongue delves into my mouth, exploring and playing with my frenulum. I can feel myself melt into his arms. His hands are in my hair and massaging my scalp and I can feel my panties soaking. He moans into my mouth to convey his want and need. He is making me so hot, if we don’t get inside the apartment I’m going to combust.

I break away from his kiss breathing heavily. I steady myself on the door and I can see the want in Romans eyes that are half-mast and sex glazed. “Open the door,” he instructs me.

His hands are on my hips and I’m giggling when I finally get the door open and we step inside. He closes the door and a quick scan lets me know that Madison is blessedly out for the night.

I set my purse on the kitchen counter and slipped out of my shoes. Roman comes up behind me and slides his hands down my arms rubbing them to the tips of my fingers where he laces his fingers into mine. His nose is deep into my hair and I can hear him smelling it. It makes me smile. Everything he does makes me smile. He wraps his arms around me keeping our fingers laced and we shuffle towards my bedroom.

“Roman, I need to tell you I don’t sleep around.”

“Ok…” he says and I can hear the unspoken question.

“I just wanted you to know that it’s not like I do this all the time. I mean, I don’t just sleep with people on the first date. It’s you, us, this feels different.” I’m completely stammering due to my increasing nervousness. Roman, the Adonis Devereux is about to see me naked and I in turn will see all of his glorious body in return.

“You’re so sexy when you get all nervous,” he mumbles as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and into my collarbone.

We reach my bedroom and Roman releases his grip on me. I turn around to face him and he lifts his hand to stroke my cheek. He kisses me again and his kisses aren’t hurried. He takes his time showing attention to every inch of my mouth. Then when he’s done with my mouth he kisses down the side of my neck alternating between biting and sucking, laving the pain of the bites. I no doubt will have a bruise there tomorrow and I’m sure he knows that. He’s marking me. Showing the world that I’m his, that I belong to him.

He backs me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. Without breaking our connection, he bends me down onto the bed, laying on top of me holding his weight on his forearms. He continues kissing me and makes his way down my neck.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” his voice was deep and husky with need. He puts his hands on my waist and tugs my shirt up and over my head, discarding it onto the ground beside the bed. He raised up to his knees on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them slowly down my legs. As his fingers graze my legs there’s a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I’m laying on top of the comforter wearing only my black lacy bra and tiny lace panties.

I want him so much, my folds are swollen and throbbing—craving attention. When my jeans are off he starts kissing every inch of my legs. He kisses the arch of my foot, my ankle, behind my knee, and makes his way slowly up my thighs. He spreads my legs wider and places slow, deliberate kisses on my inner thighs getting closer to my aching sex. I can feel his warm breath through my panties and that alone almost sends me over the edge. When he takes his strong hand and loops it around the crotch of my panties and pulls them to the side, I let out a small gasp.

“Relax baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” And with that he rolls his tongue over my clit and with it I feel every nerve in my body come alive. I lay there squirming under the relentless touch of his tongue and revel in all of the warm tingly feelings spreading throughout my body. Roman momentarily pauses to slide my underwear down my legs and then with a quick glance at my face that excites and sends my arousal to a higher level, he’s got his mouth back on my sex.

His tongue is everywhere. Everywhere. Circling my clit, tracing my folds, delving so deep inside my sex that the pleasure goes on and on and on. I’m begging, screaming at the pleasure. Nothing coming out of my mouth is coherent. This goes beyond an individual orgasm. He takes me to a place where there is no end and no beginning, only continuous, all-consuming, never-ending ecstasy. When he slides two fingers into me, hitting my G spot, it sends me exploding over the edge. My eyes become too heavy to keep open, I see stars shoot across the sky and my body completely melts. I vaguely feel Roman’s hands come off my thighs and latch onto my hips.

“Ollie baby, you taste so fucking sweet, I could eat you out for days and still not get enough.”

If I wasn’t so sated from the amazingness of his talented tongue I would have the energy to blush. But I don’t because that’s how amazing he is. I also try not to let my mind wonder where he learned and who he perfected those skills on. Before I can respond, he moves up my body and kisses me. I can taste my juices on his lips mixed with his taste of mint and berries. I put my hands on his chest and it’s only then that I realize he’s still fully clothed.

It’s my turn now to tell him he’s got too many clothes on. He unbuttons his shirt, removes it, and throws it to the floor. I make fast work of his belt and throw it to the floor hearing the buckle hit the hardwood floor below us. He unbuttoned his jeans and I pulled the zipper down. From the look of his boxers, he is bursting to get out. I also notice they’ve got a damp spot from his arousal. When he scoots his boxer briefs off of his hips, his erection springs free and it takes all of my willpower to keep my jaw in place. He is massive. So massive that I don’t know how he’s ever going to fit all of that inside me without ripping me apart.

Clearly, the shock of his enormous cock shows on my face because he puts his fingers under my chin to tilt it up till our eyes meet and says, “Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow. I won’t hurt you and if you feel uncomfortable we can stop.”

I don’t want to stop. God no. This man is too perfect to let him slip away. I reach out and wrap my hand around his length. He lets out a low moan and I know right then that he’s just as far gone as me with lust. I stroke him back and forth, rub my thumb over the tip spreading his pre-cum over him. He makes a hissing noise deep in his throat. I keep up my assault with my hand as he thrusts his hips back and forth in my hand. Just when I think he’s about to come, he puts his hand over mine and stops me. “Baby, I want to be inside of you,”

He spreads my legs wider so he’s sitting in between my thighs. His cock brushes up against my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. “Ollie, are you on birth control?” He asked me.

“Yes.” I know what he’s asking me with that question. But how do I tell him I’ve never let a man be inside me without wearing a condom. I mean how common is that? My mind starts to spin and I think about the fast-approaching possibility that this huge, beautiful man might be inside me with skin on skin.

“Ollie, I’m clean. And I want to be bare inside you. I’ve never done that, never. But I want it with you.”

The words rush out of me, “Yes. Yes, please yes,” I tell him, desperate to get him inside me. He has ignited me with his words and I can’t wait to feel him. I open my eyes and I’m met with the most intense stare I have ever felt from a man. His lust and want are so strong his jaw is tense. He looks at me with such reverence I know I have placed my trust in the right man. He sinks himself into me, filling and stretching me. I roll my head to the side and moan in pleasure. I have never felt this full. He is in me so deep I can feel him shudder in pleasure.

“Oh fuck. You are so tight, baby. I want your sweet pussy all night long.”

My skin tingles, no one has ever talked dirty to me, and I find it enticing, hot—my skin feels like it’s burning. The feel of him, the pleasure that rolled through me when my body adjusted, I thought that was what pleasure felt like, but when he started to move, the feeling intensified, an inferno in every nerve ending.

“Have you thought about this Ollie?” His voice is raspy, and I’m happy he’s just as affected as I am.

Without hesitation I answer him, “All the time.”

My answer pleases him, he continues his rhythm of in and out, increasing his tempo. He lowers one of his hands to my clit which shoots sparks of pleasure over my body which increases to tingle and feel warm all over. Moans drifted from my lips too loud to contain and I didn’t even recognize my voice when I said, “Yes Roman! Fuck me harder.”

“Oh god, baby. Yes. Are you close Ollie?”

“Yes,” I gasped, “Yes, oh my god yes.” He put his hands under my thighs and raised me higher into a new position. This position allowed him to drive deeper into me as he slipped in and out, in and out. The sounds of our skin hitting each other mingled with my moans and his grunts of pleasure became my new favorite sound. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, filled with him, his hands on my body and making love to me. I writhed and bucked underneath him, his hands holding me to him as I trembled through my orgasm.

“Open your eyes. Look at me as you come, baby. I want all your pleasure.” His voice commanded.

I screamed out his name and then I felt it. He was coming, pulsing and throbbing inside me, his hands tight on my hips holding me so tight it was sure to leave bruises. He rolled his head forward then buried his face into my neck. We laid there catching our breath, and slowly our heart rates declined to normal. Roman sat up on the bed then stood up and put his boxers on. He walked out of my bedroom without a word and I could hear the water running in the bathroom sink. The sweat on my body suddenly gave me a chill without Roman’s warm body beside me.

Roman walked back into the room holding a washcloth and sat down on the bed, “Spread your legs, Ollie.”

I did as I was told. One of his warm hands sat on my thigh then I felt the warm towel go between my legs. He gently wiped my sex and my inner thighs clean and then bent down and brushed a soft kiss on my mons. Then he tossed the cloth into my hamper and laid down in bed beside me. I pulled the comforter up and he pulled his side over him. I thought it would feel strange to lay beside him in bed but it felt comfortable and real. He leaned over and grabbed me with his strong arm, pulling me into him with my back to his front. He was being my big spoon and I swooned a little more on the inside. It felt like a dream that someone like him would be interested in someone like me.

We laid there in silence for a while and I started to drift to sleep. His low whisper pulled me back, “I’m really happy we’re doing this.”

The moment felt so intimate with him holding me in the dark. I whispered back to him, “Me too.”

He buried his nose in my hair and squeezed me. Then everything drifted as we fell asleep.