This kiss is different. While most of our kisses before have been scripted, or frantic kisses driven purely by lust, this one is slower, gentler. There’s a tenderness in the way he takes my mouth slowly. His tongue sweeps in and we kiss deeply, taking our time to explore one another. I press my hands to his chest, as his trail my sides before resting on my waist.
I push his chest, guiding him back over toward the bed.
“Your head,” he worries as he scans my face.
“It’s fine, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything.”
While normally I’d appreciate the gallantry, I need him so desperately right now it’s borderline painful. “If you don’t get on that bed, I won’t be fine,” I promise.
He chuckles against my lips, and the feeling is so perfect I never want it to end.
“Well, in that case, have your way with me, Sparky.”
Wasting no time, I pull his pajama pants down, and I take his thick hard cock in my hands. He pulls his shirt off as I’m doing so, exposing his perfectly sculpted chest. His hands skim the hem of my shirt.
“May I?” he asks softly before kissing along my jaw. My heart rate increases. Being completely naked in front of Roman? “You can leave it on if you want,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
It’s his understanding that has me feeling brave enough to pull the shirt up and over my head in one swift movement, before I have a chance to think better of it.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” And there’s something about the way he says it, the way he’s looking at me. Reverently. With his eyes tracing my frame, it’s easy to believe it. To feel it.
“Your turn,” I whisper. He presses his chest to mine, virtually nothing separating us. Pressing kisses along my neck, Roman backs toward the bed until he sits there, pulling me forward.
He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. His hand moves to the other, teasing the sensitive spot and making me weak in the knees. I push him back onto the bed further so he’s right where I want him.
“Do you want to grab a–” he starts.
“No.” My answer is firm. I don’t want anything separating us anymore. “I’ve got an IUD and last time I was tested, everything came back clear.”
“Same,” he says, “well except for the IUD part.”
“Shut up,” I laugh before kissing him quiet.
“I need you,” he begs when our lips break apart. Straddling him, I line his cock up at my entrance and slide onto him.
Roman stares at where we’re joined, enraptured by the sight of himself sinking into me. “Oh, fuck,” he groans as I sit fully on him, ensuring he’s completely inside of me.
Adjusting to the fullness, I take a few seconds to breathe before I rock my hips. Roman pulls me down so that our foreheads touch, and he thrusts in and out of me. His mouth is slightly agape in awe and pleasure.
I moan as he continues his movements, setting a pace that’s wringing pleasure out of me, the angle of his thrusts hitting my sensitive front wall.
“Roman,” I whine. I must sound fucking pathetic, but I need to come.
“You like that?”
Nodding against him, I open my eyes and see him smiling up at me. It’s so beautiful it makes my heart skip a beat. It’s a smile that admits I’ve blown past his defenses, and that this is truly him.
When I move to sitting, his thrusts speed up ever so slightly, and they knock me over the edge. Placing my hands on his chest, I let the sensations roll through me, coming hard. When I open my eyes, Roman’s looking at me with wonder.He leans up and pulls me down so that our chests are flush, and he kisses me in a way that lets me know everything he’s said since I came to stay here has been sincere. That he cares. That he wants me. That this isn’t fake.
Gently rolling, he maneuvers us so that I’m lying on the bed with him still between my legs.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He pulls out a few inches and then pushes back in, my pussy extra sensitive after the orgasm.
I groan as he works his cock in and out, drawing the pleasure out, winding me higher and higher.
Roman bends down to press a tender kiss to my lips before he gets his signature lopsided smile.
