Cristiano's Craving

Nineteen

Rose

"Ro?"

"Mmm. . ?"

"What's my name?"

My fingers gripped the sheets, my toes curled, my legs tingling, my head buried into the pillow as I bit my lip, holding back from moaning out loud.

". .Cristiano. . Rossi."

"If I call you baby. . .what do you call
me?"

Breathless, my lower body felt numb. I bit into the pillow, panting quietly. The sheets were tangled between us, it was so toasty in bed. I was sweating, holding back from moaning his name. I couldn't think properly, I was too distracted by what his fingers were doing to me in my underwear.

"You know. ."

My voice was strained, desperate, breathless. I softly let out a moan, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I wanna hear you say it, baby."

"Cris. . ." I moaned, my voice muffled in the pillow. I squeezed my eyes closed, my climax coming.

"Say it, Ro."

I shakily let out a breath before burying my head into the pillow again as I moaned as quietly as I could, just he finished pleasuring me.

He lifted his fingers out of my black, lace underwear as I buried my head into the pillow, trying to regain my strength.

I heard him lick his fingers and I exhaled loudly before finally turning and facing him, our eyes locked.

"I'm not gonna say it," I told him, panting quietly. I swallowed roughly, licking my lips. He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "We're not kinky."

"Isn't it a bit too late for that?"

I rolled my eyes as he chortled, leaning down and pecking my lips, moving my hair away from my face. He stroked it as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"My girl," he whispered, chuckling in disbelief. His sexy hazel eyes twinkled, hypnotising me. I licked my lips, looking back up into his eyes.

"I told you I'd think about it."

"Ro, stop playing hard to get," he softly whined as a smile formed on my face. "You know what you want."

I pulled him close and pecked his lips, caressing his cheek. "I need to go and get my roots done," I said, his eyes dropping down to my cleavage as I stretched a little. "Then I'll be back later, ready for the fight."

"You won't miss it?"

I shook my head, smiling at him. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, let me go, handsome, I don't wanna miss my appointment."

He groaned, burying his head in my cleavage. I chuckled, my fingers running through his soft hair. "Let me go, Cris." He kissed my breast softly, sighing.

"Say the word."

"What word?"

"You know it."

I groaned, beginning to push and wriggle around under his grasp. "Let me go!" I tried to pry his muscular arms off me but they wouldn't budge. I rolled my eyes, pushing and pushing him.

"Cristiano!"

"Say it, Rose!"

"Hell no, now let me go!"

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"Get off, Cris! No."