Uh oh. “Yeah?” I squeak out.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah, no, I’m good.” My arms flail around as I try to show that I’m totally fine and normal and not in fact turned on right now.
“Well, that’s good, because you were making some strange noises,” he says, and the inflection in his voice makes it all too clear that he knows exactly what just happened. If the ground could open up and swallow me whole right now, that’d be perfect. Feeling as though I may simply pass away of mortification, I debate my limited options.
Deny—that’s got to be the only actual choice here. I’m standing about a foot away from his side of the bed, preparing to slink back over to mine. I will be denying that I had a sex dream until I am blue in the face.
“Oh, that—I sleep talk sometimes.”
“Yeah? Your sleep talking sounded a lot like sleep-fucking to me.” Getting up off the bed, Roman stands directly in front of me. We’re so close now that if I took a deep breath, my breasts would touch his chest.
“No, it was?—”
“Quit lying to me, and quit lying to yourself.” He says, his voice quiet but firm. He grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, and tilts my face up toward his. My heart is in danger of hammering itself right out of my chest. Touching me like this, with so much authority, sends a flood of heat to my pussy. I’m so fucking close to snapping.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll–”
“Shut up, Roman.” I’m tired of fighting this when my body wants it so fucking badly. I push onto my toes and kiss him. Our lips meet, and neither of us wastes so much as a millisecond. A bomb has detonated, and this frenzy is the aftermath. My hands move to the nape of his neck, and he bites my bottom lip and pulls, eliciting a groan that I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by.
His hands move to my hips, where he pulls me flush against him as we continue to kiss. I can feel he’s rock hard already. When we break apart momentarily to catch our breath, he brushes his thumb along my lips, pushing ever so slightly until I suck his thumb into my mouth.
Feeling bolder by the second, I reach down and palm his erection through his thin pajama pants. Roman growls.
“Get on the bed. Now.” He doesn’t let go of my hips though, instead he pushes me backwards until I have no choice but to sit on the bed. Knocking the pillows away, I quickly dismantle enough ofThe Great Wall of Don’t Touch Meso that I can lie down in its place.
When I’m settled, Roman crawls over me, lavishing kisses along my collarbone. The sensation has my eyes ready to roll to the back of my skull. His mouth feels like it was made to be on my skin. I gasp as he nips at my collarbone.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he says, eyes dark with desire.
“Roman?”
“Clover?”
“Don’t stop.”
That seems to be all he needs because his lips come crashing down to mine again, searching, teasing, and tasting me so thoroughly I feel like I’ll lose it. I need him. Now.
I yelp in surprise when Roman rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him in one swift motion, forcing me to straddle his hips. The hard bulge of his cock lines up perfectly with my clit, and his hands palm the curves of my ass as heguides me through the motion of me rubbing against him. The friction is enough to put me in danger of exploding. I must make a noise that indicates as much, because Roman pulls his lips away and looks up at me with something close to wonder. One hand moves to the neckline of my tank top and pulls it down to expose a breast.
He lifts a little off the bed to pull the tip into his mouth, sucking and flicking at the nipple, sending electricity through me. It feels so good that I can’t believe I ever wanted to avoid this.
Continuing to rub against each other, Roman groans around my nipple, the vibration of the sound only heightens the pleasure. He lightly bites down, and a whimper leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, Clover,” Roman grits out as we move together.
“Oh my God,” I whine, approaching my release.
“Take off your shorts,” Roman rushes out.
“What?”
“Take. Off. Your. Shorts.” He says again.
“But I don’t have anything underneath them...”
He groans. “You’re killing me. Take them off. I have to taste that pretty little cunt of yours.”
