“Hey!”
“I warned you.” He tosses me onto the bed unceremoniously.
Going up onto my elbows and glaring at him, I open my mouth to give him some hell when he silences me by crawling overtop of me and roughly cradling my head.
“None of that right now,” he says before kissing me with a hunger that leaves me breathless.
Kissing Roman comes as easily as acting in a scene withhim. We follow one another’s cues, removing pieces of clothing until I’m only left in my thong and shirt, and he’s gloriously naked in front of me.
“Lord help me,” Roman mutters under his breath as his eyes drink in the sight of me. I’m a present that he desperately wants to unwrap right now, and I’m loving that I have this effect on him.
“Lovely as this is, it has to go,” he mutters before pulling my black lacy thong down my legs and tossing it across the room like it’s offended him personally by simply being on my body. His hands move to the hem of my shirt, but I place mine overtop and give a little shake. I don’t feel ready for that. To be so exposed and seen. Blessedly, he lets it go, and moves his face down to where I want him most. He watches my reaction as he slowly inches closer toward me, payback for what I did to him earlier, no doubt.
“Roman, don’t tease me, can you–” I stop when he drops down and his tongue runs along my pussy. I whimper. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since he last had his face buried between my legs, and yet it feels like it was too long to go without it.
He gazes up at me, and his eyes are full of heat. Normally I feel self-conscious about a guy going down on me—wondering if he is enjoying it, or doing it because he feels obligated for some reason. With Roman, it’s clear that he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am.
He sucks my clit and pumps two fingers into me, and I think I may die. Melt into a puddle of nothingness from how fucking good this feels. Heat and pressure build inside me as he continues to work me.
A noise I didn’t know I was capable of making leaves my mouth as I come on Roman’s face for the second time within twenty-four hours.
With his free hand, he pins my one leg back farther,opening up access to me even more as he continues to lick me. When the sensation becomes too much to bear, I pull at his hair, trying to get him to ease up.
“Roman, I need you.” I don’t say it loudly, but he hears it right away and wastes no time. Hopping off the bed and going over to his wallet, I hear the telltale rip of a foil packet, and soon he’s rushing back toward me, condom on his ready cock.
My stomach flips like I’m going downhill on a rollercoaster at the prospect of that being in me. It’s impressive, and attached to possibly one of the most attractive men on this planet... objectively speaking, of course. He catches me staring, and smiles.
“Yeah yeah, don’t let it get to your head, Everett,” I mutter.
“Quit being a little brat and bend over.”
I just smile in response.
“Keep it up, and I’ll fuck that smirk right off your face,” he says before grabbing me by the hips and rolling me over to be on my hands and knees.
He positions himself between my legs, knocking them open a little further. I’m spread open and waiting for him. There’s the tiniest part of me that screams I should be embarrassed, or have a little more decorum, but at the first touch of his cock to my entrance, she shuts the hell up.
Roman runs the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness around, and even moving up toward my still sensitive clit and back again. Pushing in ever so slightly, I stretch around the tip of him, and the anticipation of having him fully inside of me is almost too much to handle.
It’s taking too long for that to happen, so I give a little wiggle of my hips and try to move back onto his cock. Roman holds me in place, making it impossible to get him any deeper. I whine.
“So impatient, Sparky...” and with one quick move he’s fully inside of me.
My mouth pops open, and I groan. The stretch is overwhelming and perfect all at the same time. I’m so full, so satisfied.
Roman gives me a few seconds to adjust before he pulls out and pushes back in ever so slightly. His fingers dig into my hips greedily as he moves. I hope they leave marks, showing who was here.
His right hand snakes around my leg and finds my clit, rubbing it in torturous circles as he thrusts in and out. As he does, he slowly increases the length of the thrusts. It feels like heaven, and my toes curl. I look over to my right and see the mirror at the foot of the bed showing the reflection of us. Our eyes meet in the mirror.
“You like that? Watching me fuck you from behind?” His voice is low and predatory, and my pussy squeezes involuntarily in response.
With lust-clouded eyes, I take in our reflection. There’s no denying how good we look together right now. How right this is. And how beautiful I feel under his touch.
Roman’s eyes meet mine and he laughs. The sound makes me want to back further onto his cock and drive it deeper.
“Patience...” he says as he continues to slowly move in and out of me, watching along with me in the mirror.
The movement of his fingers along my clit combined with the feeling of him thrusting in and out of my needy pussy has me ready to tumble over the edge. A flush creeps up my skin, and Roman takes note, speeding up the movements of his fingers. I close my eyes and moan as the pressure mounts.
