Take it away

"What do you want me to do about it?" His breath tickled my skin. His fingertips glided over my skin lightly.
I gasped, pressing myself into his hold. "Anything...just...take the ache away."
His eyes flew open and he stared at me, he didn't bother to hide the heated look in his eyes.
My heart swelled with a sudden emotion I failed to recognise. It hurled itself at me and made my knees weak.
"Roman, oh, Roman!" I cried, as I rammed my body against his, even though it didn't seem possible with how close we already were.
He took a deep breath, and his still fingers were suddenly trembling. His face smoothed into a serene mask.
"Nuru… ?" Roman asked in a troubled voice. I was looking straight at him but I couldn't see him. He became a blur. It was only when I saw the clear drops sparkling in my hands that I realized I was crying. Roman's hungry expression was gone; his face was anxious and unsure but then his eyes shone with immediate awareness.
"Fuck, Nuru, you really do love me."
I paled, something on my face must've betrayed me, I couldn't find my voice.
He shook his head in disbelief and then spoke to himself — voice betraying awe and confusion, his features troubled. "She loves me?"
"I thought you knew that already," I said angrily.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I suspected it but to actually see it is something else all together." His hands left my breasts and he unbuttoned my jeans — he appeared to be in a trance. "It's endearing."
His knee parted my legs and my next exhale came out in a gush.
"I'm begging you," I plead, my voice cracking.
His lips were urgent as they raked all over my face. "Tell me what you want?"
I glared at him, annoyed. "You can't seriously be fending for your damned ego at the crucial time like this."
His face twisted. "If I can get to feed my male dominance while at it, so what?"
"You smug asshole."
His lips hesitated at the corner of my lips. His fingers stroked everywhere, stopping often to rub and squeeze. My toes curled inward, involuntarily. "I love the way you respond to my touch. I want to have you entirely. Every piece of you."
"Is that the reason why you're punishing me?"
He still appeared enchanted as he pulled my zipper down and underwear aside and his fingers made contact with my clit.
"You're so hot," he groaned and shook his head a little, an impatient expression masking his face. "The thought of my dick inside you drives me nuts."
The hunger attacked tenfold. My knees trembled. He wind an arm around my waist again.
"Do it then," I challenged, my voice still weak.
His eyes met mine and his whole body froze. "You really mean it?"
"Yes."
"It just doesn't make sense," he spoke to himself again. "The way you love me. I don't deserve it."
"Okay," I agreed and although my annoyance was rekindled I tried not to show it on my face. "Can we talk about that once you're done with me?"
He laughed and scooped me up in his arms and then he ran — for there was no other way to better describe the way he moved — down the hallway. My added weight didn't seem to bother him.
He placed me on his bed and while he took off his clothes, I swiftly removed mine, the pace of my hands making my movements clumsy. He was done before me. His scorching eyes fell on my face, trailed down to my breasts, where they lingered for a minute and then they fell farther down, where I was struggling with my belt.
He groaned and almost tore my arms from my body as he removed my hands so that he could tag my belt open.
The phone ringing made us both flicker a look of annoyance and I grudgingly pulled it against my ear.
"Nuru, are you still coming?"
"Yes," I moaned into the receiver.
Melissa laughed. "Nuru you sound funny."
"I'm fine," I gasped but my voice cracked.
"Jesus, Nuru are you getting laid?"
My heart froze momentarily. "What? No!"
"Oh my god, you're having sex," Melissa squealed excitedly.
"Bye Mel."
"Is it any good?"
I laughed. "You're so naughty."
"I'm not the one who's fancy is being tickled," Melissa said. "I'm waiting. Tell me everything when you finally decide to get out of bed."
I looked up as Roman laughed. He was already dressed and my heart labored, disappointment threatened to rip me apart.
With a defeated sigh I dressed as well and he opened his arms for me. I slammed myself against him. And his arms closed around me, the side of my face rested on his chest.
He sighed contemptuously. I went on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.
"I'm sorry, " I said, wheeling towards the door. "I'm sorry that I fail at the simplest thing. I'm sorry I can't be the girl you need." Each word poured out of me separately but they stung and as I finished talking, a dagger shred through my chest, and left it gaping. It hurt. I craved so desperately to kiss him, to taste him but I knew my heart couldn't handle it. I was too afraid to tempt fate.
"Hey," he said, marching to catch up with me at the front door. He smiled a little. "At least you aren't repulsed by my breath," he teased.
He put his arm around my shoulder, holding me against his side as we walked to the garage. I pursed my lips as we stopped in front of his car choice of the day.
"Oh no," I mumbled. "I'm not getting into that thing."
Roman rolled his eyes and opened the door for me when I folded my arms across my chest, my chin jerked up stubbornly. He sighed and effortlessly lifted me into the passenger seat.
"Stay!" he ordered me.
He was around in his seat before I could think of an escape plan.
"Don't even dare," he said. "We both know you can't outrun me. I'll just drag you by your feet, screaming and all, back into the car."
I ground my teeth. "But I hate big cars."
He hesitated just a second and then fidgeted with a few buttons on the dashboard and a low sound came from hidden speakers.
"Patsy Cline," I said in surprise, smiling, my earlier rising tantrum forgotten.
"The greatest singer of all time," he said as he pulled out of the drive way.
"Your favourite?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I looked at him with a smile, shaking my head. "Crazy."
"What?"
"She's my favourite too."
Roman smiled at me.
"What kind of movies do you like Roman?"
He thought for a second. "I'm not a movie kind of guy but Action is somewhat interesting."
"Why are you even reading that book?"
Roman pursed his lips, still hesitating. His eyes flickered anxiously to my face. "Because it has your attention more than anything else in this world combined."
My teeth clenched together again. "You couldn't be more wrong." Didn't he see he was all I gave my attention to.
"But why bother to read it?"
He hesitated. "It's good."
I scoffed.
"Okay," he sighed and his eyes tightened. "I had to find out why you couldn't put it down."
"You're the best..." I trailed off suddenly, struggling to find the right word.
"Boyfriend?" he suggested and looked away from me, through the windshield.
"No," I said finally. Grudgingly. "Boyfriend doesn't really begin to cover what you are to me."
His eyes were tortured as he turned to face me. "Hmm."
I wasn't about to spoil the mood by revealing my attachment to him, and so I changed the topic.
"What's your favourite color?" I asked him. It was the first thing that came to mind.
Roman looked at me strangely. "That's a very hard question to answer."
"Oh c'mon," I gasped.
"Red," he mumbled thoughtfully. "No, no, it's green."
I laughed and glanced at him, he was dead serious, my laughter died suddenly. "Oh my god, you're serious."
He shrugged. "If you'd asked me a year ago, it'd have been something as ridiculous as brown."
It took the length of one heartbeat for me to comprehend.
"Oh! Oh!"
He looked away then, out the window again. He didn't speak.
"And since you don't like pork..." — he grimaced — "what's your favorite?"
"Chicken."
"Ew," I said. "Ever since you called me chicken lips, I don't think I'll ever look at chicken the same way again."
"Yes, you're right," he mumbled. "Neither can I. The very thought makes my spine shiver with disgust."
We were silent for a long moment.
He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. “Have I told you how incredible you are?”
“Only about a thousand times."
Roman drove slower than I expected, I wondered if he was also trying to stall time, hoping to spend as much time with me as he possibly could — like I was. We made it to downtown by one o'clock.
It was the first time I was out with the girls and the estrogen rush was exhilarating. After I'd reassured Roman that he didn't have to tag along, that I would call if something were to go wrong and that I would stay the hell away from trouble, he allowed me, with a hesitant 'okay', to go meet up with Melissa alone.
"This is for you," Roman said shrugging off his jacket. "I heard Melissa ask for a jacket."
"Thanks." I shrugged into the jacket and on impulse pressed my nose against the expensive fabric and inhaled. It smelled as good as I knew it would.