I slump to my stomach from exhaustion and Roman lies next to me and starts playing with my hair. I turn over to face him and run my hand down the side of his face, still coming down off the high of our lovemaking.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask reservedly.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“If you tell me while I’m inside of you.”
I smile and look between his legs and notice that he’s growing hard again.
Unbelievable.
He smoothly glides his hand in between my legs to my swollen pussy and gently skims the top of my clit with his fingers, coaxing it back to neediness. I’m surprised how rapidly my climax is building again.
“Don’t come,” he whispers. “I want to be inside of you when you grip my dick like a vise.”
He rolls on top of me, placing my legs over his shoulders for a twist on the missionary styled position. We haven’t done this in a while because of the gunshot wound to his shoulder, and I’m not sure we should do it now. I don’t want to aggravate his injury.
“Roman—”
“Shh,” he quiets me. “I’m fine, baby.”
He slides his semi-erect dick back inside and rocks into me slowly matching the motion of the boat. We stare ardently into each other’s eyes as he moves deeply inside of me. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head as he grows harder and damn near hits my cervix.
“Now, say what you had to tell me,” he says in between strokes.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“And—”
He tilts to the side, fucking me from a different angle. It takes my breath away for a moment and I can’t get my words together.
“You were saying?” He grins mischievously.
“I was saying—”
“Uh-huh?”
“Masterson,” I plead.
He laughs sinisterly while I grab my breasts to keep them from hitting me in the damn eye as I absorb his deliciously punishing strokes.
“More,” I demand because I’m almost there. “I’m so close.”
“Greedy girl.”
I can see that his next orgasm is coming for him too.
“Uh-huh, I’m greedy.”
“Dirty fucking girl,” he growls.
My orgasm won’t be denied. It’s coming hard and fast like a freight train and I arch my back from the intense pressure as he grunts his way through his.
“You’re going to kill me,” I say, completely out of breath.
