Intense by C.M. Steele
Chapter Seventeen
Roman
We’re scheduled to leave in the next ten minutes, and I still haven’t seen her in her dress. The makeup woman just left, and now Amelia’s slipping into her gown. I have a special gift for her tonight. Viktor proved to be handy while we waited and informed me that Amelia would need a necklace or earrings, so I asked him to have Mariana recommend a pair. I had the jeweler deliver them personally.
“Amelia, are you almost ready?” I call out. I hear the click of her heels, and then I’m stunned. I must look like a complete fool with my mouth hanging open, but the sight before me is too damn intoxicating.
“Wow. I…wow. You look sexy. Too sexy.”
“Please don’t ask me to change because I don’t have anything else.”
“I would never. Spin for me.” She twirls, and I lose my shit. “I’m about to come right fucking now.” I cross the short distance between us and slide my hands around her waist. My kiss to her lips is brief because I remember she has on makeup. I step back and pull out the long necklace box from my suit jacket.
“This is for you,” I say, handing it to her. It’s a string of pearls and a pair of pearl earrings.
“Oh my. Roman. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I want you to feel beautiful, although now I’m a little concerned that I’m gonna have to fight fuckers off with a stick tonight. Maybe I should have invested in a walking stick.”
“Silly man. Help me put them on.” I slide behind her, stealing a squeeze of her ass before clasping the necklace on. She does the earrings herself. Bending down, I take a taste of her sweet neck. “Roman,” she moans. I quickly back off, because I’m ready to fuck up her hair and tear that gown off her. Honestly, I’d rather stay in and have her in our bed, but I have to make this special, so I’ll behave.
“So perfect. Let’s go before I change my mind and cancel tonight’s plans.” She steps back and walks to the door without another word. I lead the way to the elevator and then help her inside, doing my best to limit touching her. Luckily, we don’t live too far from the event. She still has no idea where we’re going, and I hope she’ll be surprised and pleased. A pang of doubt strikes me. What if she isn’t happy? Maybe she thinks she’s going to a celebrity-filled event where the press are going to be all over her. I think it’s still important, even though it isn’t massive.
“I’m so looking forward to wherever you’re taking me,” she says as if she’s reading my mind. “I’ve never worn something so nice before. We’ve been to parties and stuff, but I couldn’t afford this.”
“You deserve the finest of things, and I plan to get them for you.”
“All I care about is your love and attention for both the baby and me.”
“Of course. You have them all. I live for you two.”
“We’re here, sir,” Johnson says. Good. I need a breather because sitting next to her sexy body and not being allowed to touch is pure torture.
Johnson opens the door, and I step out first before reaching in to take Amelia’s hand. Damn, it feels good to hold her, even just her hand, in public. When she steps out, photographers from the event have already spotted me.
“The Guggenheim?” she gasps, reaching up and kissing me without thinking, and I love it. I don’t care if everyone in the world learns I’m off the market. She drops back and blushes when the cameras catch her attention. There are a few more cameras than usual, but then word may have gotten out. I lead my future wife inside. That’s something I have planned to ask as well, but I’m waiting for the night to be over. It’s a huge, four-carat diamond on a platinum band full of emeralds. Looking at her sexy gown, I know the ring would look fabulous with it. Eyes are on us as we make it into the charity event.
“Mr. Edwards, we’re so pleased to have you here tonight.”
“Thank you, Mr. Benedict. I’d like to introduce you to Amelia, my girlfriend.”
“Hello, Ms. Amelia. You’re stunning. So many ladies are going to be eating their hearts out.”
“Thank you.” When we enter, she sees the signs and gasps. “This is the event I planned to go to.”
“I know. I get the invite every year. I give money, but I don’t make it. For the first time, I’ve wanted to come. You make me want to live a fuller life. A family, a house that’s a home.”
“I love you too. Thank you for bringing me to this. It’s the best of both my worlds in one—the life I had as a small child and the dreams for the future.”
“Then let us celebrate the night in beauty and food.” We’re directed to a table toward the front where the stage is, and then we sit down with a handful of people I recognize from other events and business dealings throughout the years.
“Roman Edwards, I’m shocked to see you here. It’s good to see you, old boy. You’ve brought the most enchanting creature in New York.”
“Thank you.” I know the guy’s like sixty, but I still want to punch him for admiring Amelia’s beauty. It’s foolish, but I better learn to grow used to it. She’s gonna be mine forever, and I can’t keep her locked away no matter how much I’d love to.
The rest of the evening goes smoothly as I rein in my jealousy. We walk around the Guggenheim, enjoying the art that wraps each and every floor. My sweet Amelia breathes it in, falling in love with piece after piece. I watch her eyes light up, and I know that this evening’s sexual torture is so worth it.
“This night has been wonderful. You’ve been amazing,” she says as we slip into the limo. I pull her onto my lap because my dick needs a little touch. She lets out a tiny moan, rolling her hips.
“I’m sorry that your night has to end, but I promise so many more,” I growl against her lips.
“Kiss me, Roman.”
“Of course.” Capturing her mouth with mine, I cup her head and deepen the kiss. My fingers slide into her pinned-up hair, gripping the back of her skull. “You’re mine, Amelia.”
“Yours, Roman. I need you.”
“We’re almost home. When I get you there, I’m gonna strip you bare and eat your pussy as soon as we cross the threshold, then I’m going to carry you to our bedroom where I’m gonna fuck you with those killer heels over my shoulders.”
“Are you getting wet, Amelia? Is your tight little pussy throbbing?”
“Yes, Roman. Don’t be a jerk.”
“Okay, baby. You want to come on me.” I turn her so her legs are stretched on the outside of mine, her back to my chest, and I slip my hand under that sexy slit that’s been killing me all night. Her silk panties are soaked, sopping wet. My finger nudges the fabric, and then I dip two into her drenched heat. She moans, arching back with her head on my shoulder, giving me access to her throat. “I really need to mark you as mine, Amelia. How do you think I should do that? Hmm, Princess?”
“Soon everyone will see I’m carrying your baby.”
“True, but it’s not soon enough for me. Maybe I should leave this here,” I whisper against her pulse before sucking on her throat until she has the lightest mark. She grinds on me, rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking close to coming for me. “That’s not enough, and I don’t like marring your beautiful skin.”
“Fuck, Roman. I’m coming.” She shakes, riding my hand while I twist her hard nipples, pinching them between my fingers.
“Good girl—come on my fingers. Next one is on my tongue, and then on my thick fucking cock. I’m going to have you screaming my name all night, Amelia. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right, and I have to take care of what’s mine…Forever.” I slip my fingers from her slit and stick them in my mouth because I’m a greedy motherfucker and I need a taste of her now.
“I need to take care of you too.”
“Oh, Amelia, you have given me the world already, but I will have your pretty lips wrapped around my cock sometime tonight.”
The intercom buzzes. “Yes, Johnson?”
“Sir, there’s a little bit of congestion. It’s going to take another ten minutes to get home.”
“That’s fine, Johnson.”
“I don’t need a full ten,” she whispers, unzipping my pants and dropping her head. Fuck, I don’t need one minute. The second her lips wrap around the head, I’m about to explode. My woman has no idea what she’s doing to me. I grip the seat because I know I’ll lose control and hurt her head if I give in and take over, fucking her throat.
“That’s it, Princess. I’m so fucking close. Take it down. Get ready because you know I’d hate to ruin your pretty dress.” I pump my hips while she strokes me from base to her mouth, and then she hums around me and I lose it. “I love you, Amelia. Now swallow every fucking last drop,” I roar, spraying her tonsils with my first round of the night. She pulls off of my cock and then swipes her tongue along her lips, making sure she didn’t miss a spot before tucking me back in my pants.
“Damn, Amelia, you’re my everything.”
We pull up to the building just as Johnson said, and I help Amelia out of the back. Sweeping her up into my arms, I cradle her body against mine as I take us up. When we enter the house, I look at her and find her staring up at me.
“Roman, I can’t believe you picked me. I feel like I won a fangirl’s dream. The man in the flesh is even better than I had fantasized about.”
“We need to talk more about these fantasies because I have a feeling they’re going to be fun.”
“Nothing compares to the real you.”
“God, I want to marry you right now.”
“You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do. I love you, Amelia. You’re having my baby. Fuck, I never want you to leave me. I’m sure you’re not ready for all that, but well…” I drop down on one knee and pull out the ring I’ve been storing in my pocket all evening. “I love you and need you more than I need to breathe. Will you marry me?”
“Of course. Yes, of course.” Her jaw drops open when she feels the weight of the stone on her hand. “Oh my goodness, you shouldn’t have. It’s too expensive.”
“I’m super rich, Amelia. I would have gotten a bigger stone, but I don’t want it to hurt your hand.”
“It’s so beautiful and sweet. I can’t believe it. Roman get up here and kiss me.” She grabs my lapels and pulls me. Although she’s not strong enough to lift me, I pop up on my feet, willing to always meet that demand.
We make out wildly, and then I pause and pull back. “What’s wrong?”
“I have some promises to keep.” I slide the zipper down on her dress, then let it fall to the floor before I drop to my knees and make her scream my name. We don’t make it to the bed when I finally sink my cock deep inside her, but the plush area rug on the floor does the trick nicely.
