Pain Lived, Love Found 2 (26 page)

A few more firm strokes and he was finally completely inside of me. He stayed still for just a moment, his eyes closed and his arms shaking. I know this was hard for him, but it was just as hard for me. All I wanted to do was buck and grind my hips against him until we both came, but at the same time I never wanted our lovemaking to end.

“You’re so tight, Baby...you feel so good. Just give me a minute,” Roman panted.

I brought his lips down to mine and kissed him fiercely, my tongue exploring every recess of his mouth. I felt his cock jump inside of me and Roman moaned out loud.

“Shit…”

   Finally, he began to thrust inside of me, slow and steady. But I wanted more. He sensed my need and brought his lips to my breasts and began to kiss and suckle them in time with his thrusts. My pussy began to clamp down on him on its own accord. I felt like a rocket ready to shoot off any minute; I was so turned on.

“More, Baby, I need more. You feel so good, Roman...” He began to thrust deeper, harder and faster. All I could do was close my eyes, throw my head back, and cry out, “Yes, Baby, YES!”

His lips and mouth continued to suckle my breasts and soon my hips began to match him thrust for thrust as I locked my legs around him. Our moans and cries mingled together as our lovemaking continued to intensify. I clawed at his back and wonderfully rounded ass, I bit his shoulder and suckled the salty skin on his neck. Then I made him release my breast so I could move my head to the right and capture his nipple with my teeth and flick it with my tongue.

“Fuck, Baby!” Roman bit out between clenched teeth. I felt his dick grow even larger inside of me and now he was really laying down the dick. His thrusts were powerful and rhythmic as we both raced towards completion. I licked and suckled his sensitive nipple until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me come, stop doing that. I don’t want to come yet, I want you to come,” he said, as he looked down at me.

My eyes were drunk with pleasure as I looked up at him, smiling wickedly.

I thought I would have the upper hand, but I was wrong. Roman reached down between our bodies and found my clit. He began to rub it in circles with his thumb which caused my hips to buck off the mattress.

“Roman! I’m coming, Baby!” My stomach muscles tensed so painfully I thought I would get a cramp in them. The pleasure radiated from my core all the way to my toes and across every other sensitive nerve ending in my body. I cried out my pleasure over and over as he continued to mercilessly massage my clit as he thrust inside of me over and over, reaching deep inside of my depths until he could go no further. Finally he pinched my sensitive nub and that was all she wrote. By hips began to buck and my pussy clamped down hard on his thick dick over and over as I cried out in pure ecstasy. I chanted Roman’s name over and over like a mantra as he watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he plummeted inside of me like a madman. I grabbed his ass and ground my hips into him and said, “Come, Baby, come for me. I want to feel you come.”

Fucking me like there was no tomorrow, Roman let out a thunderous roar and came deeply inside of me. I felt the pulses of his dick as he shot load after load of his hot juices until he had no more to give. Our juices mingled and spilled out of my pussy and onto my thigh and the bed.

“Goddamn you, Sarah!” Roman exclaimed as he gently fell on top of me, not allowing his full weight to crush me. It took several minutes for us to catch our breath and float back down to earth.

Roman finally pulled out of me, and I missed him being inside of me instantly. He got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. He gently cleaned me up and then cleaned himself and took the towel back to the bathroom. When he got back in the bed, he pulled me into his arms and lovingly kissed me.

“I love you so much, Sarah. I feel like my heart is going to explode,” he said when he finally released my lips.

Tears came to my eyes because that is the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me, and the deep emotion I saw in Roman’s eyes touched me. “I love you too. You made me believe in love again. You made me want to live and be happy, Roman, and I only want to do that with you. I’ve lived so much pain, and now I’ve found my love...you.”  

Two weeks after our trip to the U.S. Virgin Islands, Roman proposed to me during a romantic dinner at his place. I cried and happily accepted the beautiful, radiant cut, flawless, diamond ring. That weekend we went to upstate New York to meet his family. Roman told me about the strained relationship that he and his father had, but the minute his father’s eyes laid on his eldest son, I saw nothing but love. When they embraced, it was a long, tight hug full of unspoken words. I had to fight back the tears it was so touching. I knew, deep down, Roman missed his father because he talked about him a lot. Despite his father’s criminal past (and present), he loved the man. Roman’s mother was so sweet and welcomed me into their family with open arms. His brothers were cordial, but I could feel their hesitance.

When we were alone, his father said to me, “I’ve never seen my son so happy. He’s fucking floating on cloud nine, excuse my French.”

“He’s done the same for me, Mr. Mancini,” I said laughing. “He’s a wonderful man.”

“Call me ‘Poppa,’ you’re family now,” Mr. Mancini said with a wink. It was the same wink Roman gave me all the time. Good Lord, he looks just like his father – handsome. His brothers were equally handsome but very different than Roman. They were all businessmen and very straight laced. Roman was also taller and more muscular than his brothers, but one thing they all did was look up to their big brother. They were leery towards me, and I understood it. I knew it was going to take a few more meetings for them to get to know me and get used to me, and if they didn’t – well, they can all kiss my ass. I would love to get along with Roman’s brothers, but they will find out soon enough that I don’t give two shits about what they think or don’t think of me.

We enjoyed ourselves with Roman’s family that weekend, and soon they began to visit Roman and me more in Detroit for the holidays and other family get-togethers.

Only a few months later Ace and Lola were engaged…and expecting a baby. Lola insisted that they get married before she starts showing, so Sloane and I are now helping Lola and her mom pull together a wedding in less than three months. We had our work cut out for us, but we were confident that we could do it.

Megan and Leo are also going strong. In fact, they are going so strong that they ran off and eloped! They couldn’t be happier and are also working on starting a family soon. In the meantime, Megan opened up her own upscale, full-service hair salon, with Trevor as her partner. Their salon is located inside of Roman’s new business development in the heart of the city that opened four months later. Thinking we were celebrating Roman and his accomplishments and Megan and Trevor on their new salon, Roman presented me with a black, velvet box that was tied with a purple ribbon. Once I opened it, there was a shiny purple key inside.

He handed me a string that was attached to a plastic-covered sign. “Pull it,” he instructed.

I did as he instructed, and the plastic fell off and I had to blink hard to make sure what I read was correct. It was a beautiful purple-and-white sign that said “Sarah’s Wings” in beautiful gold lettering. I covered my mouth in surprise and then the tears began to flow. Right when I thought I couldn’t love this man more, he does something so sweet, something he knew would mean the world to me.

“Oh, Roman…” I managed before I hugged him tightly around his neck. He smiled and hugged me in return.

“I chose purple because it’s the color for domestic violence, but if you want to change it to something else you can.” I heard the worry in his voice and quickly put his fears to rest.

“No, it’s perfect, it’s beautiful. Thank you, baby. This is the best gift anyone could have ever given me. You remembered.” I barely got out my last words before a fresh batch of tears began to roll down my face.

“Yes, I remembered. I knew that first night we met that I would make your dream a reality. I saw in your eyes how much it meant to you to do something to help abused kids, and then when I got to know you, I understood why. I want to be a part of this with you, Sarah.” Roman reached out and caressed my cheek.

“I can’t believe you did his for me,” I whispered, as it still hasn’t sunk in.

“Open the door,” Roman said, smiling.

I happily did so, anxious to see what the inside looked like. What I found instead was all of my siblings, their spouses, and Sandy, whose stomach was round with a baby. Leo, Megan, Trevor, Luca, and Philip were all there as well. I screamed and hugged them all.

“Sandy, I owe you a butt kicking after you have that baby! How could you not tell me that you’re pregnant?

“Trust me, it wasn’t easy keeping this from you Sarah, but Roman begged me to keep it a secret until today’s grand opening. That man loves you some kind of fierce Sarah.”

Looking over at my soon-to-be husband laughing and talking with all of our family and friends, I could only smile in agreement. “I love him even more.”

Roman has been talking about children and starting a family of our own a lot lately. He’s even been looking into adoption agencies for us to visit. It warmed my heart because we both have so much love to give, and there are so many children out there who need a loving home. For the first time in my life, I looked forward to the future. Soon I will be a wife, a mother, and I’ll have the chance to make a difference in the lives of abused children. To say that I’m blessed would be a huge understatement. 

Later that evening we all went out to celebrate, and we didn’t just celebrate Roman and his accomplishments, but we celebrated everyone. That’s also when I learned that, thanks to Roman, Michael and Junior were opening their third gym inside of the same business development. We had so much to celebrate: life, love, happiness, and most importantly, family. When I look at my siblings, all I can think is, We made it.

Through the pain, the abuse, the dysfunction, we made it. We are resilient and we are here.    

The End

About the Author
: Thalia Lake was born and raised in the midwest into a big family. She discovered her love of writing at the age of 9 and have been writing ever since. A bleeding heart romantic to the core, she loves writing and reading romantic novels that focuses on the emotional side of falling in love. To her, there’s no greater joy than exploring the process of two people meeting and falling in love, willingly or unwillingly, which ultimately proves that you can’t always control who you fall in love with. She became drawn to interracial romance stories in high school during a time when there weren’t many interracial romance books in libraries or bookstores that dealt with a black woman and white man falling in love. Her interest in the subject and the emotional intricacies that go with being in an interracial relationship is what moved her to write about it. Thalia is happily married to a wonderful man with whom she has four beautiful children with. Outside of writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, watching and playing sports, baking, reading, and listening to music.

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