A/N: It's been a long time since we've had an update hasn't it? Sorry for that. This update went through a major renovation and of course I wanted to make sure it was the best I could possibly make it. But anyway enough yapping and onto the update. BTW, those ovaries you had when you clicked on the link? You won't need them by the time you're done reading. Enjoy.
Ten
Dean took his eyes off the traffic in front of him and glanced to his right side. "She'll be fine."
Alexandria's head whirled around from staring at the passing scenery, her eyes locking with her boyfriend's intense blues. "What?"
"Alyssa will be fine. Roman will make sure of that doll face," Dean promised.
A sigh tumbled from Alexandria's lips as she ran a hand through her hair. "I know. I just..I still can't get that image out of my mind of her crying in the dressing room. That shit was heartbreaking Dean. I've never seen Alyssa like that."
Dean grabbed Alexandria's hand and squeezed it comfortingly. He lifted their joined hands and kissed her knuckles. "I know it was hard for you to see Alyssa in that condition. But all that matters now is that she got all of that out of her system and she's now getting the proper support and help she needs from all of us. From what Roman has told me, things have gotten somewhat better within the past couple of weeks since Alyssa started seeing her therapist again. The only thing we can do is be there to support Alyssa and Reigns if they need it. So stop worrying."
Alexandria nodded her head with a tiny smile, deciding Dean was right. She had spent the past couple of weeks worrying and wondering how she could help her cousin without making the woman feel as if she was being handled with kids' gloves. The bond the two of them shared was deeper than merely being cousins and Alexandria considered Alyssa her best friend. So knowing the older woman was currently going through an emotional time was troubling to her. But through it all, Dean had been there to offer Alexandria a much needed sounding board. The auburn haired man had been great during the entire time and Alexandria was extremely grateful. Now was not a time to let her concerns over Alyssa monopolize their date. Dean definitely deserved better than that.
Alexandria leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her boyfriend's cheek and pulled away, wiping her lip gloss off his face. "So exactly where are you taking me today Mr. Ambrose?" she asked, raising her brow. "And why did you specifically request I wear this skirt and heels?"
"Well you know how much I love when you show off those sexy ass legs of yours darling," Dean purred making his girlfriend giggle. "However our date did require a slightly more dressy attire this time around."
"Dean what the hell do you have up your sleeves?"
"Something that's definitely out of my comfort zone. But I think you'll enjoy it and since our anniversary ended on such a sour note, I wanted to make it up to you once Valentine's Day rolled around."
Before she could stop it, a blush spread across Alexandria's cheek. Although their anniversary hadn't ended in the way she hoped, she did appreciate the idea of Dean making an effort to make it up to her and was eagerly looking forward to see what he had planned.
A few minutes the car came to a stop as Dean pulled in front of a building. He hopped out of the car and jogged over to the passenger side to open the door for Alexandria. His eyes roamed over her body as he smiled approvingly. The flared skirt she wore showed off her slender and shapely legs perfectly. Dean's icy blue eyes darkened slightly while images of those exact same legs wrapped around his torso invaded his mind. A simple black tank top covered her top half and her breasts were perched perkily and enticing him. Dean had half the mind to skip the date altogether and race back to his apartment to engage in passionate, animalistic sex with Alexandria. But that would have to wait until later.
"Stop looking at me like that."
Dean's thoughts were interrupted by Alexandria's soft voice. His attention snapped back to her as he watched the sly smirk creep onto her face.
"Like what?" he asked as her arms snaked around his neck.
"Like you want to devour me."
His own easy grin appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He groaned when he felt her collide into his crotch, his hands wandering to her backside and squeezing.
"If I remember correctly, you enjoy when I look at you like that darling. And you definitely love when I devour you. Don't get shy on me now."
Alexandria giggled again and leaned forward to kiss Dean. Her eyes fluttered closed as Dean immediately took control of the kiss. His mouth moved expertly and feverishly as if he couldn't get enough of her unique flavor. Alexandria's lips parted slightly, giving Dean the ability to slip his tongue inside her mouth and wrestle with her soft pink muscle. She whimpered quietly, her pounding heart beating against Dean's chest. For a man that claimed he wasn't too much of a kisser before they started dating, Dean Ambrose sure knew how to leave her breathless with every single kiss he gifted her with.
A slight vibration in the pocket of Dean's dark colored khakis halted their brief make out session. Alexandria smiled against his lips. "Either that's your phone or that's a new way to show how happy you are to see me."
Dean chuckled as he pulled away slightly, grabbing his cell phone. His brows creased curiously as the same unknown number that had been calling him for the past few weeks flashed across the screen. Alexandria peaked at the phone. "So you still don't know who this is calling you?" she asked.
"Not a clue. And you know my number is unlisted."
"Well why don't you just answered the phone and see who it is?"
Dean shook his head and cut off his cell phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. "If it was important they would leave a message," he stated. Before Alexandria could argue, he grabbed her hand and lead her towards the entrance of the building.
Once inside, Alexandria's eyes widened when she realized Dean brought her to a dance studio. The layout was similar to the one she took him to in Georgia although it was a little more updated. He ushered her towards a room halfway down the hall and pulled her inside.
Alexandria bit her bottom lip to suppress her chuckle as she was greeted by the sight of a man and a woman dancing for a small group of other couples. Everybody else was dressed pretty identical like they were and Alexandria quickly deduced what their date was.
Once the brief performance ended, she whirled around to face Dean. He grinned and winked at her.
"Tango lessons?"
"You are a dancer after all so I thought you would enjoy it."
"Babe I love that you are trying to do something I would like. But can you even dance?" Alexandria asked, her mind trying to remember if she ever saw Dean dance before.
The wrestler acted as if he was insulted by Alexandria's question, gasping and placing a hand on his chest. "Doll face I am hurt. I'll have you know I can bougie with the best of them."
Alexandria giggled causing the other people in the room to turn and stare at her and Dean. Unfazed by the attention, her focus remained on him. The thought that Dean was willing to do something he wasn't entirely comfortable with for her benefit and enjoyment made her absolutely giddy on the inside.
"You're a fuckin mess. You know that right?"
"But I'm your fuckin hot mess Lex. Don't forget that," Dean said with a sheepish smile.
Alexandria parted her lips to respond when the female instructor informed the group they would be split up into smaller groups, with the females staying with her and the men joining the male instructor. Alexandria pecked Dean's lips and ruffled his messy hair affectionately before she rushed to join the other women.
For the next twenty minutes, the instructors taught the smaller groups simple tango steps they would do once they joined their partners again. Alexandria intently listened, taking mental notes of the moves. While her dancing background was very well rounded, she had never did the Tango before. She wasn't sure how Dean was able to come up with this date idea but once again he surprised her with his not so normal thinking. She glanced over to the group of men and smirked at the confused expression on Dean's face. He definitely would be stepping on her feet once they started dancing.
Once everybody rejoined their partners, Alexandria began giggling once again making Dean furrow his brow.
"What are you giggling at?"
"I just wish I had a camera to record this to show all of our friends."
Dean's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
"Of course I would. I wonder how the guys would react once they learn you willingly left the house dressed like this." She gestured to his attire.
Alexandria yelped quietly as Dean pinched her side playfully. The sound of the music starting forced her to stifle her laughter and try to focus on the steps she learned earlier.
She held out her hand and Dean grasped it, pulling her body closer to his. Alexandria's eyes fluttered closed while she inhaled his familiar and intoxicating scent, Old Spice masking the fleeting scent of cigarettes. Her eyes eased open and she stared into the bright blue orbs of Dean, a chill coursing through her body from the passion emanating through his gaze.
Dean stepped backwards making Alexandria follow his lead and step towards him. He moved to his left, his movements fluid and not as clunky as Alexandria anticipated before she stepped to her right. Once her left leg moved backwards, Dean's right leg crossed hers as he stepped forward. She retreated away from him when his left leg advanced forward. A soft gasp tumbled from Alexandria's pouty lips when Dean slightly turned her torso, his body grazing hers and causing a heat to quickly travel to her lower region when she felt his excited member pressed against her. Dean smirked, loving the way her body softly trembled in his grasp.
The Cincinnati native moved forward with his left leg, leading Alexandria and her right leg automatically moved in the opposite direction. He once again glided towards the right while Alexandria stepped to her left. Once both of their feet met together, the song came to an end, effectively ending their dance.
Alexandria's chest raised rapidly as she tried to regulate her breathing. Dean's stare remained fixed on her mouth, his tongue darting out his mouth and licking his bottom lip. Electricity crackled between them as the air became thick with an unspoken sexual tension.
"Since when do you know how to dance?" Alexandria questioned.
Dean shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and grinned. "There's a lot you don't know about me darling," he whispered in her ear as the song started playing again.
Alani rolled her honey brown orbs as she flipped through the television channels, doing her best to drown out the screams and squeals of her next door neighbor. She thought since she was on the road during the actual Valentine's Day holiday, she would be able to avoid the sickening lovey dovey atmosphere. Howerver it was clear her neighbor and her boyfriend planned to celebrate the Hallmark created holiday for the several days.
Fucking lovely.
For as long as she could remember, Alani always hated Valentine's Day. She could claim it was because she believed the holiday was completely pointless and a waste of time. She could use the reason that she was a complete believer that it shouldn't take a specified day for somebody to express their love to their significant other. But if Alani was being completely honest, she had to admit her intense hatred for the holiday resulted from the fact that she never had a Valentine to call her own. From the days in high school where she observed her classmates receive special delivered balloon arrangements to experiencing her neighbors be given special and sentimental presents from their boyfriends, and husbands, Alani knew deep down she longed to have that.
Instead she was home alone watching a marathon of Snapped and indulging herself in a tub of her favorite ice cream.
Alani shook her head as she glanced at her cell phone sitting on the coffee table. The desire to call Randy just to hear his voice was at an all time high at that particular moment. They hadn't seen each other or spoke to one another since Monday night and it would be an entire week until the next time they ran into each other since they were on opposite house show schedules that upcoming weekend. Of course before they departed Tuesday morning, Randy promised to do something special for her on the upcoming holiday. Alani quickly laughed at the announcement as she figured Randy was just saying something for the sake of making her feel better. Alani was definitely used to men always making promises to her and never keeping their end of the bargain. That was just how men were programmed and she had learned years ago not to have any expectations so she could avoid being let down.
However, there was tiny morsel that sincerely hoped Randy wasn't pulling her leg.
Alani scoffed and stood to her feet, stretching her limbs. The moment the thought appeared in her mind, she denounced it, deeming it completely ludicrous. There was no way Randy would give her a second thought, not when he had to worry about making his girlfriend happy back in St. Louis. Despite claiming only wanting her, Alani didn't completely trust it. In the perfect world, that would happen. But life wasn't perfect. And at this juncture in her life, Alani had become conditioned to things not working out the way she dreamed thanks to a lifetime of disappointment in the romance department. Side chicks didn't get spoiled on Valentine's Day. Hell they would be lucky if they got a text wishing them a "Happy V-Day".
A rapid knocking sound on Alani's door interrupted her thoughts, making her head snap up in surprise. She wasn't expecting anybody and she definitely wasn't in the mood to encounter somebody with a flower delivery or corny ass singing-gram that was at the wrong apartment. However, the knocking persisted and she realized she wouldn't be able to ignore it.
"What?!" Alani growled, swinging the door open.
The young delivery man recoiled backwards at the sight of the agitated woman, almost dropping the bouquet of roses in his hand. He cleared his throat nervously. "Alani Matthews?"
"Yes."
"Sign here please." He handed her an electronic pad with shaky hands.
Confusion radiated from Alani's stare. She quickly scribbled her signature and grabbed the flowers. The delivery man hurriedly turned on his heel and scampered away, not bothering to wait for a tip. Alani walked into her kitchen as she inhaled the flowers, the sweet scent making her sigh satisfactorily. Her mind wondered who could have sent the flowers as she reached for the simple white card. Her best bet was her father. He would do something sweet as sending his youngest daughter flowers to help her cope on a day he knew she hated. Even though they hadn't spoke in a while, she smiled at the thought of him always thinking of her and made a mental reminder to call him later.
'I wish I was there in person to see your expression right now. Can't wait to see you.' - Randy
Alani's throat immediately became parched as her eyes re-read the words again and again. Randy sent her flowers? Her eyes landed on the flowers again. They were simply exquisite, something that clearly cost a lot of money to purchase. The thought that Randy actually did this blew her mind. To some women it may have been just some flowers. However, to Alani they represented something much more. Maybe it was time for her to stop second guessing Randy and truly believe that he did want to be with her after all.
Before her thoughts could stop her, Alani rushed towards her phone and searched for the familiar contact. The logical side of her urged her to send a simple thank you text to Randy but her emotions wanted to express her gratitude verbally. She waited with a bated breath as the phone rang, trying to conjure up the right words to say. She didn't want to be too long winded but then again she didn't want to be brief and curt.
"Hello?"
Alani froze in place at the sound of the soft feminine voice. That definitely wasn't Randy.
"Hello, is anybody there?"
Alani's hands started to shake as she tried to create a plausible cover story. Maybe she could pretend to be somebody from the corporate office looking to get in contact with Randy? Or somebody trying to confirm a dinner reservation? Or maybe she should say she had the wrong number.
"Babe who is that?"
Alani's eyes widened at the sound of Randy's voice in the background. A shiver ran down her spine, both from how deep his voice sounded and at the thought of him being with his girlfriend, the same one he claimed to want no parts of anymore. Hell why was she even answering his phone anyway? Why wasn't it near him?
"I don't know they're not saying anything. Hello?"
"Just hang up the phone Elyse and come back to bed. I'm not done with you yet."
Alani's eyes clenched closed. Memories of the many times Randy said that same line to her flowed through her mind followed with images of him plunging into her tight core and making her scream his name to the heavens. The sound of his girlfriend's giggle was all that she could handle before she forcefully pressed the end call button.
Alani stood in her spot stoically for a few seconds. Tears streamed down her face as Randy's words replayed in her mind, statements of his intention to be with her and end his relationship with his high school sweetheart. All lies. False promises he tossed out their to make her believe he would eventually choose her when in reality he always wanted Elyse. Alani wasn't his dream woman. She was just a piece of hot ass for him when he was on the road.
'You deserve better Alani.'
The moment Seth's words appeared, Alani's eyes popped open. Her saddened expression wilted away and was replaced with one of ire. Before she could think twice, she hurled her iPhone across the room, the screen shattering as soon as it collided with the wall. She stalked towards the flowers and threw them against another wall, screaming as the glass vase broke. The backstage interviewer continued to rip and tear through her apartment, taking her frustration out on any and everything item that reminded her of Randy.
How could she be so fuckin stupid?
How could she be so fuckin naieve?
How could she let Randy play her like a damn fool?
How could she fall for a man that wasn't hers to begin with?
Roman hopped out of his truck and slammed the door shut. A yawn fell from his lips as he walked towards the house, reaching inside his pocket for his keys. He was finally back after dealing with the crowded Tampa traffic after dropping the twins off at Jimmy and Naomi's house. Right before he could leave, both Ethan and Isaiah started to cry and became cranky not wanting their father to go. Therefore Roman had to spend twenty additional minutes trying to calm them down because he couldn't bring himself to leave his sons in such distress.
By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was fuckin exhausted but he knew he would have to find some energy from somewhere. It had been a few weeks since Alyssa's emotional breakdown and things were slowly but surely returning back to normal. Once she calmed down, Alyssa and Roman both decided the best thing for her would be to start seeing her therapist again. Roman was surprised Alyssa agreed so easily to the idea, knowing how stubborn she could be. Nevertheless, Alyssa made an appointment for the next day and Roman accompanied her. He knew Alyssa needed him by her side the most at that moment and he told her that he would always be there to be her shoulder to cry on if she needed it, an offer she greatly appreciated.
Things weren't perfect but Roman knew they were headed in the right direction. The previous day while they were driving back from Alyssa's appointment, she asked Roman if he had any thoughts on what he wanted to do to celebrate Valentine's Day before he went back on the road. The quickly approaching holiday had slipped his mind since he was so preoccupied with Alyssa's predicament and he instantly felt bad. However, she gave him a pass and told him she wanted to treat him to a romantic dinner to thank him for being so supportive. Although Roman pointed out she didn't have to anything special, he agreed to the idea. Maybe a romantic date night with his wife was what they both needed.
"Alyssa where are you?" Roman called out as he entered the house. He dropped his keys onto the table that sat next to the door.
"I'm in the kitchen!"
Roman ran a hand over his slicked back hair that was gathered into a low bun and exhaled. He was somewhat glad when Alyssa told him she wanted to simply stay at home for dinner as opposed to going out because he definitely didn't have the energy. All he wanted to do was eat a quick meal and watch Sportscenter while he cuddled with his wife before they both fell into a deep slumber.
However the moment his charcoal colored eyes landed on his wife, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his body.
"What is this?" Roman asked quietly as he walked further into the kitchen. He studied Alyssa as she laid naked on the kitchen island, various pieces of Sushi covering different spots on her body. His tongue snuck out of his mouth and licked his lips at the sight.
"This is dinner for you handsome." Her brown eyes locked with his, desire beaming in her stare to mirror his. "I hope you're hungry."
Roman growled lowly as he felt his dick straining against the zipper of his jeans. He dropped the forgotten lilies on the counter and slowly circled Alyssa, like a wild animal stalking his prey. His eyes drank in every inch of her body. Her hair was gathered into a messy top knot, showcasing her luscious neck that he immediately wanted to sink his teeth in.
"Here I am thinking you were going to cook me a simple meal and you pull this instead. You're full of surprises Mrs. Reigns," Roman said as he reached out and traced Alyssa's full bottom lip with his finger. He smirked when her breath hitched in her throat.
"I did cook you a simple meal. You just assumed that you would be eating it off a plate and not me. Shouldn't make assumptions Roman," Alyssa chided with a smile. "So do you like it?"
Roman pulled out a chair and sat down, scooting closer to Alyssa so his face was inches away from hers. "Actually I love it. What made you decide to do this for me?"
"During my session yesterday, the topic of how my insecurities affecting our sex life came up. We both came to the decision that maybe I should try doing something intimate and romantic to help us get back on the right track."
"So you're saying that you think our sex life has stalled?"
"Kinda. And it's definitely not your fault but mine. And I want to change that. I want us to return to how we once were: frisky and willing to try new and exciting things. I don't want us to become too complacent. You deserve a much better wife than what I've been and I'm going to change that starting today."
Roman leaned forward and kissed Alyssa softly. She whimpered once she felt Roman's own soft lips on hers, her head spinning and making her lightheaded. He was the first to pull away as he gazed into her eyes.
"I couldn't ask for a better wife than you. Sure we butt heads sometimes and we may have our issues. But I love you gorgeous with everything in this world and I'm in this for the long haul. Don't you ever think you have to use sex to keep me here because there's more to our connection than that. Do you understand?"
Alyssa nodded her head as tears pricked her eyes. "I know. And I love you too Ro."
"However, since you did go through this elaborate plan for dinner, I definitely don't see anything wrong with me enjoying my meal." Roman's eyes twinkled with mischief making Alyssa giggle. "And since when did you know how to make homemade sushi?"
"I took a class to learn how to make it since you love it so much," Alyssa revealed with a proud smile.
Roman's heart swelled inside his chest, appreciative that Alyssa would learn something new for his benefit. "You're amazing baby girl. But are you honestly prepared for me to dig into my meal?" he asked his wife as his eyes darkened.
"Well there's only one way to find out." Alyssa winked at her husband.
Without another word, Roman placed another scorching kiss on Alyssa. His tongue probed the seam of her lips and forced them apart, slipping inside her awaiting mouth. A low groan grumbled deep within the pit of his stomach the moment their tongues touched while his large hands gripped Alyssa's hips and held her in place.
Roman's mouth moved to Alyssa's neck and bit into it gently. Tilting her head back, Alyssa ran her hands over Roman's silky hair, unloosening the hair tie that was around it. She moaned louder, cooing his name when he began the descent down her body. Her right breast soon found its way inside his mouth, the Alaska Roll that sat perched on her nipple a few seconds prior quickly disappearing.
"Fuck Ro," Alyssa mumbled quietly. She tangled her hands in his hair when she felt his tongue graze her nipple making her back arch.
Roman glanced up at her and smirked. "My titties are still sensitive I see."
Not waiting for Alyssa to respond, he lowered his gaze and continued his oral assault on her breast. He quickly switched his attention to her other breast and quickly devoured the other Alaska Roll while his teeth glided over the supple flesh. The volume of her moans increased causing Roman's penis to twitch inside his boxers, his index finger and thumb tweaking her other nipple.
Alyssa watched with a bated breath as her husband trailed kisses down her body. He gobbled the rice and nori rolls she arranged in a vertical line down her torso. He alternated between placing soft pecks on her body to sucking the skin in his mouth making her body shake. Roman reached her navel and dipped his tongue inside, pulling the fragile skin taut. Alyssa's body arched off the island, her hips impatiently raising.
A toe curling chuckle slipped from Roman's lips as he looked up at Alyssa, his brow dropping to the bridge of his nose. "Are you trying to tell me something gorgeous?" he asked, his tone teasing her.
"Stop fucking around Ro. I can't wait any longer," Alyssa whined, not caring if she sounded desperate.
"Says the woman that has teased me since the first time I laid eyes on her." Roman shook his head and playfully scoffed.
Alyssa's witty rebuttal quickly died on her lips the moment Roman stood. His eyes remained locked on hers as he removed his t-shirt, tossing it to the side. The intricate Samoan tribal tattoo she loved so much appeared causing juices to drip down her legs in anticipation for what was to come next.
"Alyssa look at me."
Roman's sharp voice interrupted Alyssa's daze. Passion clouded his gaze as he eyed her laying on the island, ready and definitely willing for anything he wanted to do. Her own eyes were glossy with desire and Roman bit his bottom lip at the sight.
"You're beautiful and your body is fucking amazing," Roman declared firmly. Alyssa nodded her head in response. "No I wanna hear you say it."
Alyssa's eyes eased closed as she felt tears threatening to fall. Her breathing became shallow as she heard Roman moving. His irresistible cologne flowed through her nostrils, indicating he was closer. Her eyes opened and she found Roman's face close to hers, waiting for her to repeat his words.
"I'm beautiful and my body is fucking amazing," she repeated softly, holding his gaze.
A crooked smirk appeared on Roman's face. "Tonight I'm going to make sure you never forget you're the only woman for me gorgeous."
He walked to the end of the kitchen island and grabbed Alyssa's ankles, pulling her to the edge so half of her bottom half was hanging over the edge. Roman dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. The aroma of Alyssa's arousal filled the kitchen, making his mouth water anxiously.
Roman nuzzled Alyssa's thigh, nibbling softly and driving her insane. His scruffy facial hair scratched her skin making her squirm in his grasp. He purposefully avoided her apex and held back his chuckle when he heard Alyssa smack her lips. Deciding to keep control of the pace, Roman instead took his time to eat the California Rolls that sat on the border between her lower stomach and the top of her pelvis.
"Roman please," Alyssa begged quietly. She didn't know how much longer she could endure his teasing tactics.
"You missed Daddy pleasing you haven't you?"
Alyssa nodded her head vehemently. "Yesssss, yessss I have Ro."
Roman slipped a finger inside Alyssa and growled when he felt how wet she was. "Baby girl you're fuckin soaking. You ready for me to feast on this sweet pussy?" Alyssa moaned in response. "Well I'm sorry to tell you babe but I think that's gonna have to wait."
Alyssa's eyes bucked open as she stared at Roman incredulously. "Excuse you?"
Roman swiftly bent over and scooped Alyssa in his arms, making her squeal in shock. "You're filthy Alyssa. I think it's time I washed you up."
Halting her impending questions, Roman inserted two fingers inside Alyssa. A mangled moan mixed with a surprised cry slipped from her lips as he climbed the steps, heading for their ensuite bathroom. He slowly moved his fingers back and forth, his thumb caressing her clitoris and making her body shiver. Before Alyssa could tumble over the cliff, Roman reached the bathroom and stepped inside the shower with her.
Roman placed her on her feet inside the stone covered shower and turned around to adjust the water temperature. This allowed Alyssa's arms to snake around his waist, quickly unfastening the button and pushing his jeans down halfway. Her hand slipped inside his boxer briefs, grasping his pulsating member in her small hands. Roman's head lulled backwards as the water cascaded on them in a rainfall affect, drenching them.
"Gorgeous-"
"I want you Ro. I need you. Don't you feel the same?" Alyssa asked as she placed open mouthed kisses on on Roman's shoulder blades, her hand still gliding over his penis. "Mmmmm I can't wait until you plunge this hard dick deep inside me Daddy."
A trigger snapped inside of Roman, unleashing the sexual behemoth that he only allowed Alyssa to experience. With catlike quickness, he turned Alyssa over and pushed her against the tile wall underneath the shower head. Her chest heaved with her short, quick intakes of breath as she watched Roman lower himself in front of her, raising her leg and perching it on top of his opposite shoulder.
The second Roman dragged his tongue the length of Alyssa's slit, an earth shattering scream filled the shower. Her hips bucked at the move, almost slamming into Roman's face. His forearm held her body steady while his mouth remained attached to her bundle of nerves.
His index and middle finger parted Alyssa's pussy lips and he dipped his tongue inside, sampling her essence. Her leg wrapped tightly around Roman, unwilling to let him go. She sighed happily as her vision became blurry while she stared at him continue to devour her. The talented tongue that constantly made her lose her mind landed back on her clitoris, moving rapidly before his mouth closed over it and sucked. Roman's large hands kneaded Alyssa's pert ass, his fingers leaving indentations.
"How could you think I don't worship this amazing body Alyssa? That's some ridiculous shit you know that?" Roman growled.
Alyssa couldn't form an appropriate sentence as her mind turned to mush once Roman pushed his face deeper into her core, his movements intensifying.
"Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuckin shit," Alyssa stuttered, her body convulsing. "Ro..Babe..Hand-"
The words died on her lips as Roman's eyes flickered open and locked with hers. The heated gaze made a chill run down her spine and before she could completely recover, Alyssa felt an unfamiliar pressure on her anus at the same moment the tip of Roman's tongue scraped her clitoris. The recoil in her stomach sprung free and Alyssa climaxed, her body involuntarily curling forward.
"ROMAN!" Alyssa screamed, her release flooding his eager mouth. His arms supported her as her body spasmed uncontrollably, preventing her from crumpling to her knees. She saw stars as the sensations invaded her body, her husband's name repeatedly falling from her lips. When her body finally relaxed, Alyssa slumped against the wall, purely exhausted from her orgasm.
"Ro-"
"Get in the bedroom."
Alyssa's eyes popped open. Roman stood to his feet, his erection standing proudly and slapping him against his thigh.
"But-"
"You actually thought we were done?" Roman chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not done worshipping this body by a long shot Alyssa." He slapped her ass making her jump slightly. "Now get to the bedroom and wait for me."
Alyssa nodded and quickly scurried out the bathroom. She gingerly laid down on the bed and awaited for Roman. A few seconds later he exited the bathroom, stroking his penis at the sight of a naked Alyssa patiently waiting for him.
"So tell me gorgeous how do you want this dick?" he asked, creeping closer to the king sized bed.
"However you wanna give it to me handsome. It's up to you."
A cheeky grin spread across Roman's face. He dipped his head low and kissed Alyssa. "I love it when you let me take charge Alyssa. Spread your legs for me sweetheart."
She quickly complied with his request, allowing him to slide in between her legs. Pre cum oozed from the head of his dick, indicating how aroused he truly was. Not wanting to waste another second, Roman eased inside Alyssa, hissing when she finally engulfed him. He slowly pulled out and plunged back inside, knocking the breath out of her body.
"Fuck I missed making love to you Alyssa. Don't you ever think anybody can take your place again," Roman whispered, his deep voice raspy with desire.
Instead of replying with words, Alyssa simply moaned as Roman continued to thrust inside of her. His strokes were deep and slow as he cherished the feeling of her moist core suffocating him. He placed her legs on top of his shoulders so he could go deeper.
"Daddy," Alyssa whimpered, blindly reaching for Roman. She pulled him towards her and smashed her lips against his in a feverish kiss. Roman laced their fingers together and held her arm above her head while he continued to plow inside of her.
The pace quickly increased as Roman lifted his body once more. The sound of his pelvis ramming into her invaded the bedroom while his grunts along with her mewls mixed together to create an erotic symphony that made a tingle run through both of their bodies. Alyssa moved against him, squeezing her Kegel muscles and causing Roman to curse some more. His hands squeezed her legs as he tried to focus on something besides how wet, moist, and perfect she felt. He never wanted to part from his wife and he wished he could remain connected to her forever.
Alyssa writhed underneath his massive frame, her body slick with both his and her sweat. Her free hand clamped around his neck, pulling him close. Roman held his body up in a planking position so he wouldn't crush her and kissed the side of her neck.
"Say it," he demanded, his tone husky. His breath tickled her skin as he released her hand. His finger slipped between their bodies,
Alyssa's nails dug into the side of Roman's neck as she felt another orgasm slowly approaching.
"I'm...I'm...g-g-gorgeooooussss...aaaannnndddd mmmyyyy booodddyy iiiissss f-f-uckin aaaaammmmaaaazzziiinggg," Alyssa cried out.
"You're mine Alyssa. And I'm yours. Nothing about that is ever going to change."
Alyssa's breathing became shallow when she felt Roman furiously circling her clit. Her mind was in a tailspin, the combination of his words, his body shattering thrusts, his pressure on her clit quickly became too much for her to handle. Her legs stiffened and a primal scream soon followed. Her body shook as another orgasm washed over her. Alyssa continued to holler and curse as multiple tremors of pleasure rolled through her body, each one more intense than the ones she experienced inside the shower.
Mere seconds passed before Roman fell victim to his own climax, finally succumbing to the pleasure he managed to keep at bay and losing control.
"FUCK!" he yelled, his release spluttering inside of Alyssa. His movements became erratic and wild as he continuously plunged inside of her. Once his penis was finally drained, he rolled over on the side of Alyssa, his body sprawling next to her.
A few minutes of silence passed before Alyssa turned on her side to face her husband. She pushed Roman's sweat drenched hair away from his face and kissed his forehead. His arm instinctively spread open, allowing her to snuggle close to his body. He placed a smooch on the edge of her hairline and she rested her head on his chest.
"You're the love of my life. Don't you ever doubt that again Alyssa," Roman murmured quietly.
Tears trickled down Alyssa's face and she nodded, squeezing his hand. "I won't. We're in this together forever," she declared firmly, her insecurities slowly vanishing.
A/N: I would like to take this time thanking everybody for the love they've shown "Lazy" thus far. I know the drama may seem like it's moving at a slower pace for this particular story compared to my prior ones, but it's on its way. I must say how much I do enjoy reading each review I receive. I enjoy reading the feedback from my readers whether you're voicing your love for Dalex, you are enjoying the slow build for Selani, or you simply think Roman deserves somebody better than Alyssa. That being said, please understand "Lazy" will continue despite the amount of reviews I receive because I'm very dedicated to this story. I just hope that everybody that looked forward to this story in the beginning is still interested because we haven't even hit the surface on what I have planned.
So, any thoughts about Chapter 10?