Chapter 43
Axxess was exhausting.
Roman felt like his hand was going to fall off from all the autographs he had to sign for the fans. The Hall of Fame ceremony was tomorrow night and then WrestleMania on Sunday. Roman was very tired, but also hyped up for WrestleMania, more so since this would be a solo match for him on the grandest stage of them all. He was in solo competition instead of in a group, same with Dean and Seth. They were all WWE Superstars and had made it both in a group and solo, their careers skyrocketing. Seth was an evil, manipulative prick, but even Roman would never discredit the man's ability in the ring. He was truly one of the greatest wrestlers on planet earth today. Didn't make him any less of a scumbag, though. Surprisingly, Seth had kept his distance from both Nyla and Macaria, so maybe the Architect had finally seen the light.
If not, Roman and Dean had no problem reminding him why he was the runt of the Shield.
Nyla was forced to stay at the hotel and work on last-minute changes for the scripts with WrestleMania. Stephanie had somewhat bogged her down, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. He had no idea what the changes were because Nyla wasn't allowed to tell him anything for any of the storylines. Once he got his script, Roman would find out, if there were any changes since his match was pretty cut and dry. Suplexes up the ass and him trying to find ways around Lesnar's one-minded track wrestling style. Hell, it wasn't even wrestling as far as he was concerned. The man had never left UFC behind and brought it to the WWE to decimate anyone he stepped in the ring with. They did not call it Suplex City for anything and Roman planned on taking his Empire to burn the entire City to the ground.
One amazing thing that happened was the reconciliation of Dean and Macaria. They had finally found their way back to each other and Roman couldn't have been happier for his best friend. Nyla felt the same way about Macaria. Those two had been lost without each other for the past 3 months and it was about time they told the Authority to shove it up their backsides. Roman chuckled during his talk with Dean at Axxess, not remembering the last time he heard the man so happy. They were both stubborn for sure, but Roman wouldn't be surprised if marriage was in the cards very soon.
"I'm gonna marry this girl one day, bro." Dean had confessed to Roman during their talk, while they took a break from all the chaos at Axxess.
"Hey, I'll be your Best Man if you're mine." Roman bumped his fist against Dean's, both having a deep brotherly bond that would never be severed, no matter what the Authority did.
"Deal, man."
Slipping his keycard in the slot, Roman pushed open the door to his hotel room and smiled at the sight of Nyla sitting Indian style in the center of the bed. She had her glasses on, her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy bun. A camisole and boycut short panties were her sleeping ensemble, the material looking soft to the touch and was a light blue. Maybe it was turquoise. Roman couldn't tell, but the color really contrasted with her tanned skin and he could already feel his desire burning for her. Papers were scattered all over the place on the bed as her fingers flew over the keys, her earbuds in blasting music. Her hand hadn't been fractured like the trainer originally thought; it was just heavily bruised and with ice and salve, it was back to normal besides a little discoloring. Nyla was in the zone and he didn't want to disturb her, so Roman decided to take a quick shower.
Then, he had a plan in mind for him and the amber-eyed beauty.
Nyla did not hear a single thing due to blasting Marilyn Manson in her ears. The artist always hyped her up and kept her zoned in on her work. Roman couldn't believe how loud she listened to music and voiced his concern about blowing her eardrums out. She simply laughed it off and shook her head at him before going back to doing her job while he'd gotten ready for Axxess. She had no idea he was back and currently in the shower, her eyes glued to the screen. So, when the laptop was suddenly closed by his hand, her eyes snapped up to meet his and Nyla jumped out of her skin, tearing the earbuds out of her ears instantly.
"Christ, you scared me!" She gasped out, clutching her chest and smacked his bare, semi-wet, chest none too gently. "Not funny, big man."
"I thought it was." Roman shrugged, fresh out of the shower with a towel draped lowly around his waist. "You need to take a break. You've been at this for hours. Did you eat?"
"Yes, Dad." Nyla grumbled, rolling her eyes and shivered at the growl he responded with, his body halfway hovered over her. "I promise, I did eat."
Good, Roman didn't want any other distractions with what he had in mind and lifted her laptop to set it on the dresser behind him. "So did I. I went out with Dean and Macaria. We tried calling you to join us, but…I now know why you didn't answer your phone." He saw her smile sheepishly and helped her clear the rest of the bed off, stacking the paperwork neatly.
"Yeah, sorry. I saw your message, but I really needed to get these changes done. I just have a few more to go through and everything should be set for WrestleMania." Nyla blew out a breath and rubbed her eyes, glancing at the clock to see it was a quarter to 10 PM. She had been working 6 hours straight, only stopping briefly to eat and hydrate.
Looking back at Roman, Nyla finally noticed what he was wearing, or rather the lack of clothes he had on, sliding her tongue along her bottom lip. They still hadn't consummated their relationship because Roman was waiting for her to be completely ready. After what Seth did to her, it took a while for the nightmares that plagued her to stop. Being with Roman and sleeping in his arms on an almost nightly basis helped greatly. There were times he couldn't go home with her to see Neela, but Nyla made sure she went to see her little girl at least 2 days a week. Those were her days off and she wasn't a WWE Superstar the way her boyfriend was. The more time they spent together, however, it was getting harder to resist him and Nyla couldn't remember the last time she desired a man as much as she did Roman.
The way the towel hung precariously low on his hips, his bare muscular chest still damp from his shower and how his hair clung to his head and shoulders…his hair was so long and beautiful. Nyla found herself obsessed with just gliding her fingers through it whenever they were in bed together, cuddling and making out. As great as those things were to do with him, it wasn't enough anymore for Nyla. She wanted more. She was ready for more. However, she didn't know if Roman felt the same way or was ready to take the next step with her. They loved each other deeply, she lived with him and Nyla knew, if this man asked her to marry him, she would in a heartbeat, no questions asked. Right now, marriage was the last thing on her mind and a passion haze began clouding her mind as she sat up on her knees.
"What's on your mind, baby girl?" Roman rumbled, seeing the desire coursing through her molten gold eyes and felt her hands slide up his chest.
"You."
"What about me?" Reaching out, Roman took the clip out of her hair to let her dark brown tresses tumble down her back and over her shoulders, tossing it over his shoulder. "Tell me what you want, Nyla."
Her mouth had gone dry at his command and Nyla could already feel her boycut panties dampen from just the sound of his husky, low voice. "You. I want you, Roman. I know you must be tired from Axxess…"
He didn't let her continue and cut her off, pulling her up to press flush against his body, his mouth capturing hers. "I'm far from tired for this, Nyla. But I need to know what you specifically want from me. You gotta tell me, baby girl, I need to hear it. I need the consent to do what I've wanted to do to you for months." His muscular hands caressed her sides, his mouth sealing to her neck and could feel her body trembling against him.
"Oh god…" Nyla breathed out, wondering if this man would ever not take her breath away and hoped not. "I'm ready, Roman. I'm ready for you. I want you to make love to me. Fuck me, make love to me, whatever you want to do as long as your cock winds up inside of me. Make me yours…"
Those were the exact words he needed to hear as Roman reached down to remove his towel, letting it drop to the carpeted floor at his feet. "Mine." He growled possessively, sliding his hands under her camisole to feel her soft, smooth skin against his fingertips.
Nyla pulled back long enough to remove it, not bothering wearing a bra since she had nowhere to go and Roman's mouth founds hers again, this time hungrier. There was a different side to him entirely in the bedroom and she couldn't wait to explore and experience it. All this time, he had been holding back his inner animal and she wanted him to release it, to feel his power and desire explode. Roman would never hurt her and she trusted him explicitly, more in love with him than she ever had been with any man that came into her life.
The next thing to go was her boycut panties as Roman hooked his fingers in the waistband and slid them down her smooth, tanned legs. Christ, she was smooth and soft from head to toe. He absolutely loved the type of panties she wore, the boycut ones because they sealed to her backside perfectly. Her luscious backside…Roman squeezed it for good measure and groaned from low in his throat, his fingers instantly lowering to her dripping sex. Nyla was more than ready for him, but he had to make absolutely sure and tease her a bit, wanting to drive her a little crazy.
Now Roman and Nyla had done everything besides actual sex. Foreplay had gotten them through the past 3 months, doing little by little every time they made out. It made her feel like she was in high school again and Roman had voiced the same feeling during one of their times in bed. They had laughed, but then Roman had gotten serious with her and told her he would not move to the next step until she was 100% ready. There was no need to rush this between them and he would handle his business until the time came he could finally have her. Nyla fell more in love with him if that was possible; he was so patient, understanding and loving.
The wait was over. "Roman…" She moaned out as he touched her, his fingers feeling amazing like always inside of her. "Please…big man, I need you…"
He chuckled huskily, not stopping his fingers from delving in and out of her sex at a slow, methodic pace, enjoying watching her writhe on the bed. However, his cock was THROBBING, needing to be inside of her body and foreplay would definitely have to wait. They had enough of that over the past 3 months. Tonight, it would be straight lovemaking.
"Spread those thighs for me a little wider, baby girl." Roman ordered in a growl, smelling her arousal and slid his fingers out to lick them clean. "Mmm so fucking good…"
Her body shuddered after witnessing that vulgar yet unbelievably hot action from her boyfriend. Roman loved the taste of her and the feeling was more than mutual. "Do it. Take me. Please…" Nyla was not above begging at this point, the need for him burning a hole through her.
Unable to deny her any longer, Roman positioned himself between her soft thighs and kissed her, reaching down to guide his cock past her slick folds. At the same time, she could taste herself on his tongue, making the moment that much more erotic. He clenched his teeth together, already knowing she would be tight, but hadn't expected it to be THIS intense. They both knew it was partially because of the fact their feelings for each other just heightened everything.
Nyla's eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head once Roman was fully sheathed inside of her, her body arching and her hands gripped his bulging arms. The burning of her walls seared through his cock and Roman was pretty sure they were suffocating him. He had to take several deep breaths to maintain control, his hands pressed into the bedding on either side of her head. There was no way he'd move an inch until she was fully adjusted to his massive girth. Roman was not a small man, he was well-endowed and a lot bigger than other men, especially Seth Rollins and Randy Orton. He was probably the biggest she'd ever felt and been with – that was an arrogant thought he would NEVER voice aloud.
"Roman…" Nyla urged him to continue, the burning subsiding and the feeling of his cock inside of her was incredible. She felt full and alive, a whole different love exploding through her body along with the raging fire. It was time for Roman to quench it. "Move, oh god please…"
His damp black hair pooled around her in a curtain as his hips began pulling back and then thrusting forward, his cock driving in and out of her body slowly. He would NOT rush this, wanting to relish the feeling of her pussy clenching and milking his cock. Her uncontrollable moans fueled him though and, soon, the slowness was long forgotten. Lifting her legs to drape over his shoulders, Roman began slamming in and out of Nyla, his fingers lacing with hers to press into the bedding. He knew this was a much better position for her and she'd feel everything more intensely. Roman could've bent her into a pretzel and he would hear no complaints from her. This position was beautiful and it allowed her to meet him thrust for thrust unlike being in missionary.
"Roman!" She cried out, feeling the hot coil within her belly form and knew it was her impending orgasm.
This would not last long. Roman knew it, even with all the foreplay they'd done together. Sex was so much different and more intense than foreplay, at least in his eyes. The same went for Nyla. They both wanted each other too much, the passion and ecstasy too intense for either to make it last. His control snapped, his hips snapping back and forth as hard and fast as he could, penetrating his woman with every amount of power he could muster up. The sounds of their flesh colliding only made the moment that much better, along with the headboard banging against the wall. They didn't care who they woke up or disturbed; the entire world didn't matter except the two of them in that juncture.
"Fuck, Nyla!" He growled loudly, beads of sweat developing all over his huge body and hers was slick with it too.
She couldn't hold back any longer, squeezing his fingers with hers and felt her body shudder, shattering like a glass mirror. Her hot juices flowed, drowning his cock in a sea of her essence and his name bellowed out of her mouth. Roman could not hold back his own, even if a gun was pressed to his temple. He would've taken the bullet gladly as long as he died being balls deep in this beautiful woman. Her climax triggered his own, his own bellow mixing with hers and he didn't stop thrusting until his cock grew limp, forcing him to leave her trembling body.
That had been more than worth the wait.
