Roman's POV
To say I was shocked out of my mind by the fact that this small, random, drunk, and very pretty lady who I had just met barely an hour ago had her lips sealed to mine was an understatement.
I was flabbergasted to the point that I remained frozen for some moments before realization dawned on me.
Even after I came to my senses, I didn't push her off because I kind of enjoyed it even though the kiss was a bit sloppy.
I was about to pull her onto my thighs, and make her straddle me when she pulled away from the kiss.
"Your lips are so soft and I feel like kissing you again," She whispered, "It's fine if you don't want me. But, don't think of me as a pervert, I'm just be-" The rest of her statement was cut short as I captured her lips with mine, and plopped her down on my lap.
She gasped, stunned and I took that chance to slip my tongue in between her plump, rosy lips.
She tasted like coffee and alcohol. The taste was unique and at the same time, it was also like a breath of fresh air.
My hands roamed around her body before firmly looping around her waist as she perched herself atop my hardening boner, and unknowingly grinded on me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her so badly at that moment.
I wanted to bend her over the nearest table and fuck the living shit out of her.
I wanted to make her scream my name as I pounded mercilessly into her.
It was as if her kiss was ecstasy, and it had intoxicated me to the point where my logical reasoning had flown out of the window, and I couldn't control my sexual urges.
Willing my eager hands from tearing off from her waist and stripping her naked, I broke off the kiss, "I want you as much as you want me, doll." I whispered, trailing my hands down her sides.
She shivered as she grabbed onto the collar of my shirt, and gazed into my eyes with lust-filled hazel orbs.
Under the dim amber light of the bar, she looked breathtaking and flawlessly pretty.
"I'm glad," She giggled and pressed a drunken kiss to my lips."Do you want to get out of here?"
I pulled her jaw downward, shoved my tongue into her mouth, and kissed her passionately, "Of course."
She nodded and plucked herself up from me, "Let's go."
I mirrored her action, got up, and slid my card to the waitress who was standing across the table with a mortified expression.
She must have seen our wild display of lust.
"For her." I explained to the waitress and she nodded before quickly looking away from us.
"You know, you don't really have to. I should be the one paying for your drink, not the other way around." She said coyly, to which I chuckled.
I hooked a hand around her waist, leaned down, and whispered, "By the way, I didn't get your name."
She flushed, "Sofie. My name is Sofie Diaz." Bashfully, she darted a quick stare at me before rooting her gaze back to the floor.
"What's yours?" She squeaked.
I couldn't believe that she was the same girl who had repeatedly called me handsome, and had also made the first move to kiss me.
"Roman." I said.
"Roman? Just like Rome, like Italy's Rome?" She gasped as if she had just found a new source of knowledge, and it made me chuckle and nod.
I found her antics cute but in a charming way.
Sofie was adorable and it was a great turn-on for me.
I loved cute, and small things.
The waitress handed me the card wordlessly, and I nodded at her before squeezing Sofie's waist.
Wordlessly, I led her to my car, and helped her in before going to my side of the car.
Sofie darted a shy look at me as I steered the car onto the road.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw her fiddle with her fingers, and it made me feel unsettled.
"Are you having second thoughts about this? We won't do it if you don't want to." I reassured her, even though my rock-hard cock was clearly against it.
Sofie shook her head in negation, suddenly sober, "No. It's not that. I'm fine with this."
"Okay, then."
The car was enveloped in comfortable silence for a while until I felt something creeping up my thighs, I almost lost control of the car when the thing stroked my hard-on.
I heard a soft chuckle from beside me and I briefly averted my attention from the road to Sofie, and it was then I realized that she was the thing.
Her hand to be specific.
She wasn't timid anymore, and her eyes glinted with immense lust as she sensually palmed me through my pants.
"Playing dirty, aren't you?" I gritted out as I clutched tightly onto the steering wheel.
"It's fun and arousing to tease you." Sofie whispered sensually, and I let out a groan.
I stifled the urge to pull over, recline her against the car seat, and blow her back out as her ministrations became more intense, and less teasing.
I released the breath I wasn't even aware I was holding when she stopped.
But then, she started fumbling with the buckle of my belt, and quickly detached it from its fastening.
"Sofie." I warned as I felt her warm hand slide into my pants.
Into my briefs, specifically.
She chuckled before removing her hand, and thankfully, she kept her hands to herself for the rest of the journey, to my utter relief.
We soon got to the hotel, and I checked in.
As soon as we got into the elevator that led to our room, I could not hold myself back from kissing Sofie.
She had teased me so badly that I had reached my limit.
"What if someone comes in?" Sofie broke the kiss to ask, her chest heaving and her lips plump from our activities.
"Then they get to watch live porn." I said nonchalantly which made Sofie giggle.
As I gazed into her eyes, a thought crossed my mind.
What if I hired Sofie to play the part of my fiancee?
I quickly shrugged the thought off as soon as it appeared because I knew it would be useless.
Grandma would easily see through my lies.
I threw the thought of Grandma and her naggings at the farthest part of my mind and focused on Sofie.
I would think about my faceless fiancée tomorrow because, at that moment, I just wanted to fuck Sofie.
When we got to the bedroom, I slammed Sofie against the glass walls and her legs came to hook around my waist.
As she helped me out of my clothes and I did the same to her amidst passionate kissing, I knew at the back of my mind that it was going to be a long and thrilling night.
Roman's POV "Happy birthday, Nonna." I beamed up at my grandmother, as I watched her waddle downstairs with the aid of her walking stick. Today was her ninetieth birthday, and it also coincided with the wedding anniversary of my late parents. We had decided to celebrate in a big way to mark the successful completion of Nana's chemotherapy treatment after three whole years, and also the miraculous stoppage of the cancer metastasis. If someone had told twenty five year old me that I'd eventually learn to stop avoiding any event related to my parents, I'd have scoffed at them. I had also gotten the courage to visit my parents' graves a week ago, for the first time since I became an adult. The last time I visited them was more than a decade ago; on the day before I was to travel to boarding school in London. Back then, Nana had told me that I needed their blessing before taking any big step in life. But somehow, I had managed to put off visiting them before Sofie and I got married
Sofie's POVMy erect nipples were instantly in his face, begging for his touch, and sensual ministrations.He scooped up my boobs with a powerful hand, fondled them like stress balls, before capturing a nipple in his mouth while swiftly sliding the lingerie down my feet.Withdrawing from the kiss, he littered kisses down my stomach, along my stretch marks, and the thin, jagged surgical scar at the center specifically."Thank you." He whispered, gazing up at me.Forking my hands through his tendrils of dark hair, I beamed at him. "You're welcome."Then, he reached downward to my throbbing garden of horniness, and placed a thumb against my quivering entrance which yearned for nothing more than his cock."You're so beautiful everywhere." He whispered again before pressing a kiss to my core.Slowly and meticulously, he pried my folds apart, lapped at them like an ice cream cone before sliding his tongue inside me.Roman knew every part of me like the back of his palm; he knew my core, he
Sofie's POVI took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror."What is going on in there, Sofie? Do you need my help?" Roman's voice wafted in from the other room.After inhaling shakily for the umpteenth time, I answered, "N-No. I'm fine. I'll be out in a few.""Alright.""Yes." I whispered to myself, as I ran my hands over my body.Over the black one-piece lingerie I had on to be exact.I had no idea what sort of spirit had possessed me to bring the wanton piece of clothing on our honeymoon.We were currently honeymooning at a private resort on a secluded island in Santorini. Regret and uncertainty filled me as I glanced at the stretch marks at the sides of my stomach.I looked so ugly and fat in the lingerie.Although I had worked hard, and literally spent up to six months in the gym after I gave birth, my body had still not gone back to what it used to look like prior to me getting pregnantAnd that made it hard for me to feel comfortable naked, whenever Roman and
Roman's POV"They are here." Damien whispered into my ear, and I instantly whipped my head around so fast, I almost dislocated my neck.We were both standing at the altar, waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive."It's happening." I said, and he squeezed my shoulder in reassurance."And it will be fine. Everything will go well." He said, his voice tinged with conviction."I hope so." "Let me go get her. I'll be right back with your wife in a few." He winked, and clapped my shoulder before trekking out of the garden.My eyes met with Nana's elated ones, and she darted me a smile as she gently stroked her chest, as if to calm my livid nerves."You'll be fine, figlio." She mouthed, and I nodded, mirroring her smile.My heart hammered against my chest in a mix of nervousness, and excitement as the bridal entrance song played, and the onlookers stood up to watch Sofie enter the venue.Ethan was the first to waddle in which drew out loud cheers and laughters from the guests, as they all a
Sofie's POV "Are you done?" I asked the make-up artist as she began to put the beauty supplies away."Yes, Ma'am." She nodded, to which I sighed in relief before staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror.The realization that today was the day Roman and I would legally become one forever, felt real at that moment, and it caused tears to pool in my eyes.I sighed, and managed to blink my tears away before it smeared the make-up artist's hard work.I had no idea why I was crying on such a beautiful day."Oh, babe." Amy's voice wafted into my ears before I felt her hands on my shoulder. "Tears of joy, huh?"She was my matron of honor, just like how I had been her maid of honor at her own wedding.Amy had gotten married to Damien three months ago, after they had both dated for a year, in an intimate ceremony which had just their family, and close friends in attendance.Sniffling, I managed to nod in affirmation.Amy just smiled at me through the mirror. "I can understand because I fe
Roman’s POV Anxiety coursed through my bloodstream, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was finally our wedding day. I was supposed to be the calm, and laid-back person between the both of us, but the panic clogging my throat begged to differ. My bowtie suddenly felt too tight for my liking while my hands felt cold yet clammy at the same time. Heaving a deep sigh to calm my tense nerves, I glanced down at the time, before sipping cold air through my teeth. We were currently in one of my bequeathed mansions in California. The wedding was going to take place at a garden nearby, which was dedicated to my parents' memory. It had also been a day since I last saw Sofie, and three hours since I last saw Ethan. Nana had mentioned something about it being bad luck if I saw my fiancée on the night before our wedding. Of course, I didn't believe in superstitions like that but I knew better than to argue with her. "You can do this, Roman. There's no need to fret over your we