“What have we been doing until now?” I demand, raising up onto my elbows. Roman looks up at me from between my spread thighs, grinning lasciviously.
“Give me one more, and then I’ll fuck you.”
My head falls back onto the bed with a groan. “Cal isn’t this demanding.”
“Cal also can’t make you come fifteen times in a row before its batteries run out,” Roman tells me.
Oh fuck, he’s been counting how many times I’ve come. Why’s that hot? It shouldn’t be hot. This is insanity, and my body can’t take it anymore.
“I’m not sure I can come again,” I tell him.
“Of course, you can,” his voice is gruff and confident. There’s no question that I’ll be coming again because he’s demanding it.
Roman places soft, biting kisses on the inside of my thighs, up to the crease and across my hipbones. He doesn’t go anywhere near my pussy. His hand comes up to cup one breast, tweaking the nipple until it’s pebbled and tender. Just like that, my body relaxes under him until I’m squirming and aching, ready to come again.
Seeming to sense it, Roman shifts lower and swirls his tongue over my clit, his hand pressing on my lower stomach. I’m so overstimulated I physically can’t come again.
“Roman, I can’t, please.” I’m thrusting my hips up because I want to come, I just can’t. My heart is pounding, pulse fluttering between my legs. Roman plucks my nipples, pinching and twisting, his mouth relentlessly working me over. When even that doesn’t seem to work, he nips at my clit. I’m not expecting the sharpness of his teeth and the pulse of pain on such a sensitive body part, and I go overboard.
I cry out, my pussy clenching around nothing as I come and come. I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the sensations flow through my body. Roman’s body is over mine in an instant, softly kissing my lips. I can taste the saltiness of myself on him.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers. I open my eyes to look at him and see the awe in his eyes. “Ma petite etoile. I never thought mywildest fantasies could be real and here you are. So perfect. So amazing. So mine.”
I glow in his praise.
His hard cock is pressing against my thigh, but he doesn’t move to fuck me like he promised. Instead, he places small kisses on my neck and across my chest. Taking the time to pet each nipple. He kisses down one arm, massaging my hand, then the other.
“I’m going to turn you, baby,” he whispers, kissing my bottom lip.
Slowly, he rolls me over so I’m lying on my front and he raises my hips.
I shift slightly to look at him over my shoulder. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m kicking you out and locking the door.” How is it that we had sex only four days ago and I’m desperate for him like he’s never been inside me?
Roman chuckles, placing kisses along my spine. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance and in one quick thrust, he’s all the way inside me. I gasp at the stretch, fisting my hands into the bedsheet as my body works to accommodate him.
“Oh fuck,” Roman moans.
I’m shaking and Roman leans down, his chest pressing against my back, head resting on my shoulder.
“Breathe, baby,” Roman whispers. “You’re doing so well. Look how you took my cock in one thrust. Your body is made for mine.”
Nothing compares to being connected with him in this most primal way. There are no barriers between us and I’m suddenly glad he’s behind me so he can’t see the emotions playing across my face.
I shift, urging him to move.
“Roman,” I whine.
“Ready for me to move, Blossom?”
I nod. Roman gathers my hair in one hand, holding it in his fist so he can see my face clearly. Slowly, he eases out of my body and when he’s almost all the way back out, he thrusts inside. I moan loudly.
“Feels so good,” I whimper.
“You're soaking our bed, baby.”
Each thrust shifts my body upour bed. I reach behind me blindly for Roman’s hand, grabbing it in mine. My eyes roll back into my head each time he’s inside me, the fullness something I’ve never experienced before.
“You’re doing so good,ma petite étoile. You have no idea how obsessed I am with you. Night and day, all I think about is you while you reign in my mind. You’re so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re real and mine.”
