My pussy throbs in response. Being gone down on is such an intimate act, but at the same time I need him so much I’m about to combust. I want this. My mind wanders to what Roman said earlier at the wine tasting,“There’s something to be said for seizing the moment and enjoying what you want”...
“Are you sure?” I ask, hesitation warring with desire.
“Yes.” When I don’t move for another second, he adds, “please.” He sounds desperate, and I think I may have found my newest addiction. Knowing he can’t stand to go another minute without tasting my pussy.
Enjoying the power momentarily, I leave the bed and slowly pull down my shorts, drawing it out just long enoughto tease him. The fabric glides down my legs in one smooth, but torturously slow motion. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt confident enough in the bedroom to pull a stunt like this, but right now I’m enjoying the feel of being in control, and having him underneath me slowly losing his mind. Roman’s eyes take in every detail greedily, and once my shorts are off, he reaches out toward me.
“Get over here.”
I hesitate for a second, some of my boldness wavering.Can I really do this? Shouldwereally do this?
“Clover...”
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper in the darkness.
“I want you, but only if you want this.”
“I do.” My pussy is practically begging me to move forward.
“Good, then get the fuck over here.” Roman gestures to his face.I beg your finest pardon?I thought he’d want to go down on me like... normally... like me lying on my back, not me sitting on his face.
“I can’t, I’m way too heavy for that,” I hiss.
“I promise you, you’re not.” Reaching out and grabbing hold of my arm, he gently pulls me back toward the bed. Encouraging me to straddle him once more and pulling me in for a kiss that sends electricity shooting through my veins. I nip at his bottom lip before sucking on it, and the noise it elicits from Roman makes me feel fucking feral.
“Please,” he breathes.
“Please what?” I tease.
“Clover, I need you to sit on my fucking face,” he begs. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on. That said, I’m not sure if there’s ever been a sexy or smooth way to go from straddling someone’s hips to straddling their face. I awkwardly maneuver myself up closer toward him, unsure of how to proceed. Do I really just straddle his face? I’ve never done thisbefore, any time in the past, it’s been me lying down on my back.
Seeing my inexperience showing, Roman wastes no time and moves the last bit, lining himself up and lifting to taste me. The first stroke of his tongue along my pussy sends sparks racing through my veins. It takes everything in me not to buckle at the sensation.
“I knew you’d taste good,” he murmurs. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, I lower myself slightly so that I’m still hovering over him, but lower now so that he doesn’t have to hold himself up anymore to get what he wants.
Moving his hands to my hips and gripping hard, he pulls me down in an attempt to make me sit lower. It would never surprise me if Roman had a self-destructive streak, but having me actually sit on his face is a suffocation hazard.
I have to engage my thigh muscles to avoid getting slammed down onto his face.
“Roman!” I squeal, trying my hardest to resist. It’s next to impossible with how strong he is. He pulls harder, and I feel myself losing the battle. “I can’t,” I rasp out.
“Why not?”
“I’m too heavy, I’ll-”
“No the fuck you’re not. When I say sit on my face, you’re going to sit,” he growls before pulling me the last bit down so that I do as he says.
I gasp as his tongue swirls on my clit, winding me into a frenzy. Whatever he’s doing should be illegal, it feels so good I whimper. He laps at my pussy like he’s been starving for a taste of me.
Roman pulls away for a second and looks up. He’s got a devilish smile on his face, and it’s glistening with my arousal. “That’s it, there’s my girl.” Before I can answer, his mouth is back on me.
“Fuck,” I curse as I grip the headboard so tightly myknuckles turn white. He works me expertly, like he knows my body better than I do.
Just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better than this, Roman’s fingers push into me and pump in and out in time with the movements of his tongue. My body writhes on top of him like I’m no longer in control of my own movements. I’m so close to coming that I can’t help but ride his face.
Roman chuckles, and the vibration of it nearly knocks me over the edge. His fingers switch up their movements so they’re pushing up against my sensitive front wall as they move in and out. The added pressure is enough to send me careening over the edge. I shatter apart, wave after wave of pleasure roaring through me as I come.
Roman continues to work me as I come down from my orgasm until I move away from his face. I’m desperate to get my hands on him now, to feel him and make him make more of those sounds that were driving me wild. When I reach down toward his cock, his hand stops mine.
