His stiff erection is pressing against my hip and when I reach for him, he curls his fingers inside me. My hand falters, my brain growing foggy as he hits that spot inside which makes me see stars.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmm, you like that? Should I do it again?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He curls his fingers again, this time brushing his thumb over my clit. My pussy clenches on his fingers, my hips thrusting up to meet his hand. My lower belly aches with the need to come, but Roman insists on teasing me.
“Roman, please. More.”
His eyes meet mine, hair disheveled from my fingers. The heel of his palm presses on my clit, his fingers thrusting, twisting, curling inside me. My back arches off the couch as I squeeze my legs together to keep Roman’s hand there. I come in a rush, biting down on Roman’s shoulder, entire galaxies being birthed behind my eyes.
When I come down from my high, I open my eyes to see Roman removing his fingers from me and putting them into his mouth. My pussy aches even though I’m so sensitive.
“I bet Cal can’t do that,” Roman says, before his mouth meets mine. There’s something so filthy about tasting myself on his tongue. I reach up to wrap my arms around him but he’s moving, shifting down the couch.
“What are you doing?” Roman looks up at me on his way down my body, pausing to trail kisses across my abdomen and lower to my stomach. His eyes glimmer mischievously.
“Did you think that was it? I believe we discussed me licking this delicious pussy.”
Roman’s tongue flicks over my belly button, lower still to kiss my hipbones and pelvis. His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and panties, pulling them off with a yank. I’m suddenly extremely glad that I’ve kept up with my waxing appointments.
Roman moans softly, biting down his bottom lip as an almost painful look crosses his face. “Your body is sinful, Lavinia.”
Dropping to his forearms between my thighs, Roman licks my exposed pussy. I’m so sensitive I cry out, bucking under him.
“Oh my god, Roman.” I reach down, my fingers winding through his hair. “If you take your sweet time again, you’re never getting anywhere near my pussy again.”
Roman chuckles darkly and the sound makes me clench, my pussy making an embarrassing wet noise.
“Your pussy?” Roman says, his voice low and rough. “I think it became mine the second you came on my fingers, leaving your mark on me.”
He presses kisses on my inner thigh and my belly swoops. Oh, this is going to be torturous. My body’s flushed with need and Roman wants to take his sweet time with it.
“Please, you gave me one orgasm. Don’t get cocky.”
Roman brushes his thumb over my swollen clit and my hips shift up, chasing more friction. I breathe out, throwing my head back against the couch cushions. If I beg him for more, he’s never going to do it.
Roman moves his fingers in and out of me slowly, mouth sucking on me so gently, like he’s tasting a meal he’s beenstarving for. I’m trying not to keen over and die from the torture he’s wracking over my body. I’m about to lose my mind.
“Roman, please,” I beg. In response, he sucks on my clit, and I cry in relief, riding his mouth. Just as I feel like I’m about to come, he eases the pressure and pulls back, replacing his fingers inside me with his tongue.
“I’m never getting over how delicious you taste,” he whispers. “It’s something I’ve wondered about for so long.” He comes up, kissing me again and I moan into his mouth. His jean clad thigh presses against me, and I can’t help riding it. Roman chuckles. “I love seeing you this desperate, aching for me to fuck your pussy, to make you come. You’re so needy, baby.”
Again, he makes the torturous procession down my body, stopping to lick and suck my nipples while I writhe under him. He’s right, I’m desperate and needy, like I haven’t come in months, and not a mere ten minutes.
I’m embarrassed for maybe zero point five seconds before accepting the fact that I’m a woman who likes good sex and I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.
“Let’s see if you can make me come faster and harder than Cal,” I say.
Roman’s smile is annoyingly confident. “After I’m done, baby, you’ll never go back to Cal.”
“A big claim from a man who’s still making me wait. Maybe I should use my fingers and be done with it.”
Roman growls. “When you come again, it’s going to be on my tongue.”
Finally, he puts his mouth back where it belongs, licking and sucking my pussy until I’m writhing like a mad woman under him. Sometimes, he’s slow and sweet and as I’m getting used to it, he’ll change up the rhythm and be sharp and cruel to the point where I’m so close to coming.
“Roman,” I growl. Oh, look, now he’s even got me growling. I thrust my hand into his hair, holding his head as I grind myself on his mouth. My stomach tightens, fire igniting through my body. “So close, so close. Don’t stop.”
