As she pulled away, Edýia eyes strayed from his face to his groin, and now he knew, breakfast was off the table. Bitting on her lips, hoping that Rom, had understood what she wanted, she raised her eyes to meet his. She wanted more - more of him. Rom's eyebrows quirked up, amused, and the corner of his mouth pulled up in a mischievous grin.
" Tell me" Rom shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall on the floor " What is your wish, milady" he did a full bow before her, as Edýia's eyes followed his every move, admiring his manly features.
" I " she stammered and cleared her throat " I'm not sure, kind sir" she giggled, fiddling with the braid, lasciviously peeking at him from behind her lashes, sucking on her top lip.
Oh, that look gave him all sorts of thoughts. Rom closed the distance, and leaned in, nose to nose " I have a thought or two" he brushed a thumb over her hard peak, springing out his cock with his free hand" But tell me, what do you want?" he said brushing his lips over hers, and that little gesture stirred the thrill of pleasure, coursing through her body, and spreading, heated, untamed just like her devotion, and lust for him.
Edýia patted the dressing table " Here" she stammered again, and gulped, almost out of breath. With eyes locked on each other, lost in the great steel sea, calling on him to tame the lustful storm within them.
" Yes," Rom said against her cheek as his lips trailed to her neck " What else?" he asked slipping his cock between her legs, teasing her, as a rush of pleasure began to build, spreading, alive, under his touch- a pledge of the reward at the end of it all.
Edýia shuddered when he pulled his cock away from her folds, and kissed his way to her full mounds, eagerly awaiting him. Edýia sighed and threw her head back when took her stiff peak into his mouth, licking and sucking just enough to give her a taste.
" Uhmm, the mirror" Edýia stammered again and Rom let go of her peak, raising his head to look at her, taken aback but it quickly withered away, replaced by a salacious grin, and bit his lip.
In one swift move, Rom pulled her flush to him " Front or behind" he whispered in her ear, sending her already ravaged heart into a galloping frenzy.
" Behind" Edýia huffed, out of breath, clinging to him for dear life. He had many things in mind, but in front of the mirror wasn't one of them.
" As always, your wish is my command, milady" Rom smiled against her cheek as he pulled away, and turned her around before she even had a chance to answer.
With the last shred of his remaining restraint, he pressed his chest against her back, kissing her shoulder and trailing to her neck" One knee on the table, milady" Rom raised his head to look at her through the mirror " Eyes on the mirror" he bit her ear lobe as she raised one leg, placing her knee on the table. Eyes blazing, womanly curves craving his touch, burning for him, and only him.
With his eyes on the mirror and her, Rom slipped his cock between her slick folds, easing himself in, as Edýia groaned when pushed his cock to the hilt, and closed her eyes, bracing herself on the table " Eyes on the mirror" Rom huffed as he slowly pulled out, making Edýia cry in pleasure but opened her eyes to meet his in the mirror. Beautifully, splayed in front of him, all his, lost in the throes of pleasure. Rom placed one hand on her hip, and the other on her shoulder, thrusting himself into her tight and wet core, a little harder, and she felt the need to sit down, at the powerful surge of pleasure that rippled through her body. Huffing and groaning, holding tight on her shoulder and hip. Rom carried on, slamming harder, faster and deeper into her core, as the pleasure built up inside her, promising to send her body and mind into a blissful frenzy, washing over her, wave after wave with each of his powerful thrusts.
With each thrust, his name rolled off her lips in a litany. Their pleasured cries filled the air around them, mad with desire for each other, desperately seeking blissful release. Luscious full breast shook under his powerful thrusts, as her body quivered, bowing, pushing her lovely bottom up, and that sight was enough to shatter his mind and body, gladly surrendering himself to the lustful goddess before him.
Edýia let out one last final moan and slumped on the table taking him with her, filling her to the brim, and he followed her suit, falling on top of her, drained and incapable of doing anything else other than breathing just to remain conscious.
Joined both in pleasure and flesh, slumped on the dressing table, riding on the highs of bliss, in the silence that moments ago echoed with all sorts of primal sounds. Rom regained some of his sense and pushed himself off Edýia, unsure if she was alright. The fact that she was still breathing was a good sign, she was alive. Slumping on the chair behind him Rom peeled Edýia off the table, into his arms, she was tuckered out.
" That was " Rom racked his free hand through his hair unable to find the words to define their breathtaking lovemaking.
" Amazing" Edýia briefly came to her senses, raised her head and kissed his jaw but didn't last long, as she melted again into his chest.
"Yes," Rom kissed her sweaty forehead, hugging her tighter to his chest.
"I love you Edýia" Rom absently whispered, not sure whether she was on the same plain as he was, but it did not matter.
Edýia hummed unable to form a lucid sentence, drained of life, and the will to do anything else other than sit there, in his arms.
Sensing that she was worn out, Rom kicked off his trousers and padded to the bed with Edýia in his arms, and placed her on the bed, pulling the covers over her.
" I'll get us some food" Rom kissed her cheek and went to pick up his clothes off the floor.
Dressing as fast as he could, he slipped out of the room and made his way to the kitchen. Sala wouldn't come till lunch. Walking into the kitchen he was greeted by Falkirk fondling Sala, and it seemed that he wasn't the only one getting some.
Startled, looking guilty as two thieves Sala and Falkirk cleared their throats, and straightened themselves up.
"Morning " Falkirk croaked, while Sala scurried away, most likely embarrassed that they were caught red-handed.
"Morning" Rom grumbled as his eyes roamed around the kitchen looking for food, the only reason he was there.
" I like your look" Falrkirk cracked up, making his way to his pots and pans.
" What look?" Rom frowned and cleared his throat. He thought he looked just fine.
" Just fucked look" Falkirk cracked up again and picked up two plates, and placed them on a tray.
Rom did a quick check on himself and realised he was wearing his trousers inside out, and his hair was on the verge of flying away, drenched in his sweat. Falkirk picked up the tray and placed it in his hands with a smirk.
"You're not the only one that kept that girl locked in a room, but at least you make her happy" Falkirk shrugged and resumed pottering around the kitchen. It took a while for all of that to sink in, as Rom remained rooted to his spot in the kitchen, trying to understand what lay behind those words.
" Better hurry up. She gets grumpy when she is hungry, " Falkirk said in a sing-song voice snapping him out of reverie.
Without saying anything further, Rom scampered out of the kitchen back to Edýia, who had already fallen asleep.