I don’t bother pointing outhewas the one to reject me six years ago. I’m too busy listening to the sound of his zipper followed by a wrapper tearing.
Roman pushes my panties aside. “Are you wet for me, Lola?”
I don’t have to answer. My body gives me away as he runs his knuckle through my soaked folds. He pushes two fingers inside and my breath hitches. “Roman, please.”
“Shh, I need to get you ready to take me.”
I hang my head and push myself back onto his fingers. “I’ve been ready for you for six years, Roman.”
He stills. The hand on my hip flexes and I can almost hear his restraint cracking. “Famous last words, Firebird.”
He drags his fingers out of me.
I brace myself but nothing could have prepared me for the barely restrained force with which Roman thrusts inside of me. The ladder scrapes against the floor and Roman grabs my hips to hold me steady.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, my pussy spasming around his rock-hard cock. I shift on my feet, trying to adjust to his size as he stretches me open.
Roman pinches my hip. “If you don’t stop moving like that, sweetheart, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
I smirk. “Not got any stamina?” I ask, because clearly, I’m a masochist.
Roman chuckles, the sound making me clench around him. He pulls out agonizingly slowly, till only his tip is still inside, then he slams back in.
I’ve been fucked before, but I’ve never been fucked like this. My teenage fantasies about Roman don’t even come close. He drives into me like he’s been waiting to touch me this way for years and I still can’t get my head around the fact that hehasbeen waiting. That he wantsme.
His hand curls around my ponytail and he pulls my head back. The move makes my back arch and his cock plunges deeper until he hits a spot that has me gasping. Waves of pleasure cascade over me. “Roman, please, I need– I need–”
“You need me, Firebird. Only me. And I’m right. Fucking. Here.” He punctuates the last three words with the thrust of his hips.
And he is right here. Not in my dream, not halfway across the world. Roman ishere.With me. He’s closer than he’s ever been before. I am surrounded by him and I fucking love it.
The soft cotton of my vest tight around my wrists. The tug of my hair in his hand. The tightening of my core as he buries himself deep, molding me to the shape of him.
I was made to be fucked by Roman. He proves just that by switching which hand holds my ponytail and finding my clit with his fingertips. He circles the hard nub, playing my body like it’s his to master.
“You’re going to come for me, Firebird.” His fingers move faster. He thrusts harder. “You’re going to be a good fucking girl and soak my cock. Mark me like I’m going to mark you.”
Before I can process what that means he leans over me and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
I cry out as his fingers pinch my clit and the need coiled inside of me bursts. Water crashing against rocks.
“Roman!”
“Fuck.” He pumps his hips one last time then stills, his breath heavy against my neck.
Aftershocks flutter through me and my pussy pulses around his throbbing length. I shudder as he soothes the sting of the bite with his tongue.
“Fuck that looks good on you.”
I let out a shattered, happy laugh. “Caveman.”
He kisses my neck. “Brat.”
I moan as he pulls out, my pussy well and truly fucked. Roman runs his hands up my arms and reaches over to untie my wrists. He turns my head towards him and presses his lips to mine. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
I stretch out like a cat and reach for one of the T-shirts in a pile on the floor, too sated to bother getting dressed fully. It’s a dark blue one I got from Tokyo and the hem falls down to my upper thighs. I undo my hair, threading my fingers through the chestnut locks and purple streaks.
My mind gradually starts to come back online only to scatter when Roman comes back downstairs with no shirt on.
