Chapter 154 Sit on my cock, Rosalina.
CHAPTER 154
Sit on my cock, Rosalina.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
He leads me upstairs carefully. The entire house seems deserted, as if our friends know we need our privacy, and decide to give us just that.
I put away my worries as he leads me to the bedroom. Goosebumps break over my skin at the scent I am used to. It is almost welcoming. A warm harbor after the worst has happened. Isn't it funny how sometimes what we fear isn't as scary when it happens? Our mind tends to exaggerate things, then we sink deeper into anxiety until everything spirals out of control.
I have lived in anxiety for almost two years now, believing Emiliano will find me, and Roman will discover who I truly am. The fear morphed to Emiliano will take everything from me and Roman will never love me again. Yet, here I am, with Roman, who has chosen to stand with me.
I don't know how to ask for help. I have never felt comfortable asking for help and it breaks down into two reasons – one, I don't like to be a burden on someone else. I prefer to stand on my own two feet and not disturb people with my problems. Two, most times, when I do let people in, and show them where it hurts, they do nothing. They don't help and I am left open, vulnerable and alone. I always end up alone, which is why I hide. As long as they never truly see me, then they can never truly leave me.
Somehow, I'm here, about to strip naked for Roman. Not as Scarlett Brooks, but as Rosalina Diaz and that scares me more than anything.
I watch as he sets up the pillow, doing everything extra so I can be comfortable.
Then he turns to me, reads my face and frowns, “You … you don't have to … I don't have to be here for this. You can just get in and have a good time. I'll be in the bedroom, waiting for you if you need me.”
Heat bursts in my cheeks and spreads all over me.
“I want you to stay. We should do this together. We should do everything together henceforth.” I decide, a smile pulling on my lips. I am done hiding in the shadows. I am stepping into the light and it feels good.
He grins, scratches his head and nods eagerly, “I want the same thing too but we will go at your pace, remember?”
I scoff and carefully pack my hair in a bun. “You don't have to treat me like I am fragile. I'm fine.”
He doesn't believe me. He closes the distance between us and pauses, “You may be fine to you but I will always baby you, my love. Now tell me how to help. Put me to use.”
His words ignite the most illicit thought in my mind.
My cheeks burn and I look away from him. When I look back, he's smiling, knowingly. He knows me and I know him. He knows that while I may be broken, I still want him. I'll always want him. It feels poetic to want him even now because I want him as Rosalina, no longer hiding as Scarlett.
“Come on,” he urges and I nod.
I slowly let my dress slip off my shoulders. I bite my lips as I feel all the scars all over my body. I was rusty which is why they caught me off guard. I won't be rusty anymore. I'll be strong. Soon, my body will heal and I'll be back on the field.
His gaze burns as I lower my panties.
I watch as he undresses himself, impatient to get in the tub with me.
He gets in first and welcomes me in.
He holds on to my legs, then runs it up to my thigh. He helps me settle in.
I groan softly as the warm water ease my stiff joints. The pain in my body subsides and all I feel is the coolness, a sharp contrast to my ache.
“Let me wash you. Let me wash away the exhaustion.” He moves behind me.
I lean against his bare chest, the foam covering our bodies. The scent of shampoo soon fills the air and I gasp when I feel the stifling coldness on my scalp.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
I shake my head softly, “No, no, it's okay, continue. I like your hands on me.”
He chuckles softly and focuses. I try not to dissolve into a puddle as he massages my tender scalp, washing my hair carefully and kissing my shoulder. My whole body shivers. Need curls in me. I am wound tight with desire. I can feel his hard-on behind me, an evidence of his desire.
He rinses the shampoo and conditioner off.
I turn to him and kiss him.
He cups my cheeks to control the pacing of the kiss.
He kisses me slowly for a second before tilting my head and sliding his tongue down my throat.
My whole body comes alive. My boobs feel heavier. My nipples stiffen and my cunt ripples.
I pull my mouth away from him and whimper, “I … I want you. Oh, God. I want you, Roman. P … touch me. Fuck me.”
I'm close to tears.
He kisses me harder, nibbling on my bottom lip, hard enough to sting. He pulls away, lips swollen, gaze hooded, “Ride me? Go at your own pace.”
I nod, a little too eager.
He helps me into position.
His hard dick stands tall between us. I grind my weeping cunt over him, going from tip to balls. He holds on to my hips hard and glares at me. I can see his desire, the way he wants to fuck me hard and the way he won't, because I'm injured.
“Sit on my cock, Rosalina.” He urges instead and I do just that.
I glide down, mouth falling open in a silent scream as I sit on his cock.