Chapter 22 CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
EMILY’S POV
Emily glances down towards Roman’s lips, his full pink lips calling to her. “Yes, she whispers, her eyes flickering towards him, the blue of it shining intensely as he stares back at her.
He ran his hands upward, removing the clip holding her hair together. Her long hair spills down, reaching her butt as Roman’s hands run through it.
She glances up at him in expectation, gasping as he kisses her neck lightly. His teeth lightly grazed her neck, before he bit down gently on it, prompting a loud moan from Emily.
Fuck!! He mutters quietly, before smashing his lips against Emily’s. He kissed her hungryly, one hand holding her head in place, while the other held her waist. Emily kissed him back, grinding her waist against his now throbbing dick while her hands clutched his hair tightly. Every thought of Sheila, buried deep into the darkness of her mind.
Her skin buzzed with electricity, everything more intense as he kissed her harder. Roman’s hands left her head, going towards her waist as he rocked her hips against his dick.
Emily broke the kiss, gasping for air as Roman sucked on her neck. She moaned, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched tightly.
She wanted Roman so bad, moaning as she rolled her hips. Roman slowly opened her zip, sliding the gown down her shoulders, her breast exposed, as Roman stared at them. He flicked his thumb against her erect nipples. Emily closed her eyes, moaning at the sensation that simple act invokes inside her.
Gently Roman took her nipples into his mouth, the warmness drawing a breathy moan from Emily as she arched her back, slowly grinding down on him.
Roman, She moaned out, running her hands down his chest.
He glanced up at her, his hooded eyes flickering to her lips, before he bent down, capturing her swollen lips with his. He kissed her softly and passionately, tasting every corner of her mouth.
Emily rolled her tongue with his, before sucking on it, as they both moaned, intense pleasure rocking Emily’s body. Her pussy clenched deeper, her panties soaked with how wet she was.
Please!!! Touch me she murmurs out. She was sure she would regret this tomorrow, but for now, she craved for Roman’s touch.
Roman flips her on her back, resting her gently on the couch. Her hair was splayed out around her, her breast exposed. He ran his eyes down her body, his gaze resting on her small bump, the sight turning him on like never before.
He removes her clothes, Emily raising her hips up as he slid the gown down her legs. Roman’s hands slid toward her panties, his fingers running down to the center of her soaked pussy.
Shamelessly, Emily spreads her legs wide for him, arching her throbbing pussy into his fingers.
Loud persistent Knocking, snaps them from doing something they would both regret. Emily blushes darkly as Roman groans, she sits up hastily, taking her discarded gown from the floor, before dragging it over her body.
Hey!!Roman called gently, stopping her, as her hands shook from how embarrassed she was. She blinked, fighting back the tears.
He raised her head up, before hugging her gently. We didn’t do anything wrong, he says, so you don’t need to be embarrassed.
He helped her zip her clothes, before walking towards the door. Emily gathered the tools scattered on the floor. Roman probably had kicked it while they were busy, she blushed, the eager way she had spread her legs for him running through her mind.
Her head snapped up at the sound of Sheila's voice. She stood up, the first aid box clenched tightly on her hand as she watched the two of them walk into the living room.
“Hey, Sheila greeted,” the tension between them was obvious to her.
“Hey, Emily greeted back,” forcing the smile gracing her lips.
Roman ran his hands through his hair, before walking towards Emily taking the first aid box from her.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her.
“Yes," Emily whispered, her voice husky from all the moaning she had been doing earlier. She rubbed her face, clearing her throat.
“Me too Sheila said,” sitting down on one of the couches.
Roman nodded, before going towards the storage room.
““I came back from using the restroom,”” and both you and Roman were gone, I had to check if you guys were ok.
Emily grimaced, guilt ragging through her. Here she was, shamelessly making out with Roman, while Sheila had been looking for them.
““I wasn’t feeling too well.”” She lied, Roman took me home.
Oh, Sheila muttered, looking at Emily. ““How are you feeling?””
““I am fine now,”” Emily responded.
They both kept quiet, the sound of pots and pans cluttering together as Roman prepared food for them filling the silence.
Sheila stood up, walking towards the kitchen, smiling at Roman as she helped him with whatever he needed help with.
“Are you ok?”She heard Sheila, asking Roman.
“Yes,” he responded simply.
"Did your injury reopen?" she asked, noting the fresh bandage around his stomach.
"yes," he said, briefly glancing down at the bandage, a wide grin on his face.
““I am sorry if I embarrassed you by forcing you to dance,”” Sheila said, "I know I didn’t exactly give you a chance to decline.”
Roman chuckled. “ It’s fine," he said, focused on what he was making.
Emily, snickered, crossing her hands as she watched them. She bit her lips, angry with how free Roman was with Sheila, while she couldn’t even look at her face.
She excused herself, walking past them. She could feel Roman’s eyes on her, as she walked up the stairs to her room.
She struggled with the zip of her clothes, refusing to call for help. After numerous tries, Emily finally freed the clothes from her body.
She walked naked towards her bathroom, entering the shower. Warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the previous activities. She ran her hands over her body, stopping at her neck. The memory of Roman’s teeth slightly biting her, making her pussy clench. For some reason, a part of her had wanted him to mark her as his.
For a brief moment, she felt this overwhelming hate for Sheila. If she hadn’t disturbed them, Emily wondered how far they would have gone.
She came out of the shower, looking at her reflection through the glass. Emily gasped, leaning forward as she strained her neck. Different hickeys were scattered round her neck, she thanked the stars that her hair had been covering them, if not Sheila would have seen them.
She put on an oversized sweater, with plain joggers, her hair down as she used them to cover the hickey. Tomorrow she would think of a better solution, but for now her hair would do.
She went downstairs, Roman and Sheila were done already. The food, served for everyone.
She took her seat, refusing to glance at Roman.
They all ate their food, Sheila occasionally talking about something, while Emily kept quiet.
Roman, Sheila called, prompting both Emily and Roman to look up from their food.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to say what she wanted.
Hum!!! Sheila cleared her throat, rubbing her hands together as she chuckled awkwardly.
“Can we go on a date tomorrow?” she blurted out, blushing profusely.
Emily snapped her head towards Roman, the spoon she was holding, falling from her hands. Emily gasped as the clattering sound of metal hitting the titled flood, rings throughout the quiet house.