“I’m a patient man, Jahlani. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care how long anything takes when it comes to you and I mean it.”
“Roman,” she says, swallowing. “I need more.”
“I know,” he says as his index finger slides against the curve of her abdomen, back and forth, never shifting to where she wants it to. “One of these days, I’m going to watch you touch yourself until you come for me. But not today.”
She tries to even her breathing, but then both his hands are pushing the white cotton of her shirt up and over her breast. Warm hands roam across her chest and circle ever so gently, dampening her further. One hand leaves and hooks into the lace, tugging them down slightly.
“Good?” His voice sounds strained.
Yes, yes, yes.
She nods, biting her lip as his fingers hover over her core. She wants him to touch her. No, sheneedshim to touch her there. She arches her back, pressing into him.
“Is that what you want, Jahlani?” He drags his finger against the fabric, pinching softly, and she chases the pressure.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Anything,” he says.
“Just … touch me.”
“Where?” He murmurs, drawing his hands up her shirt to cup her breasts. “Here?”
She gasps when he starts to rub her nipples. “Here, Jahlani?” He asks, continuing to touch her. He massages and strokes and watches as she unravels beneath him.
“I … had a dream about this,” she confesses. “About you.”
His fingers glide down back to her center, grazing with more pressure, and he pulls back, his lip curving upward.
“Hmm. Tell me what happens.”
“I don’t remember.” She groans, pressing her cheek into his chest, when he slips his hand underneath.
He chuckles. “Liar.”
“In my dream, you talk less.”
He tsks. “Ridiculous. Even like this, you still find a way to insult me. You’re incredible.”
Suddenly, his knuckle slips against her and she gasps. The back of his hand cups her head, lowering her until she’s flat against the table as his fingers continue to slide through. His lips meet her neck again and deliver delicate, flowery, thoughtful kisses. He continues rubbing in slow, dizzying motions that have her pushing her face into the table to stifle the sounds escaping her throat.
How? How does he know?
“You’re a liar, Jahlani. You said you weren’t good at this,” he says as his mouth closes around her nipple and sucks. “But look at you.”
She grips his hair, gasping, drifting off because she can’t help it. It feels good. Really good. Which is also bad. Really bad.
“I’m not even doing anything … it’s all you,” she says through a moan when his teeth graze her chest.
“Not true,” he breathes. “You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “All the sounds … and the way you’re taking my fingers. So good. So perfect.”
And then he’s finally circling her there, and her back’s arching into him as she chases the pressure.
Her moans grow more uncontrollable when he alternates between sliding his fingers into her and drawing circles, and then his mouth is on her. Licking her bottom lip, he invades her as he inhales her sounds. His fingers start to move faster, and one hand travels to press her stomach down. She separates from him as she clenches, her eyes screwing shut at the fluttering sensation.
“Roman—oh my God.”
She slips her hand into his curls, as he sucks on her neck. Her eyes screwing shut as he slows his fingers to teasing grazes. His tongue mimics the same pace, and she can’t take it any longer. Her breath stutters, her fingers claw at his hair as her chest pinches. She drags his mouth back to hers as warmth floods through her, and the tension in her body snaps. An intense moan draws from her mouth, and she bites on his bottom lip as her body jolts, twisting through the sharp pulses. Roman continues his motions until she pushes his hand away.
“Roman,” she says, after her heartbeat comes back to a state of normalcy.
