I placed my cock against her slit, and then I pushed her thighs together before wrapping my arms around them. I pulled my hips back and thrusted them forward, allowing my big cock to glide against her lips and clit. She whimpered, so I knew she felt the friction where she needed it most. My eyes fell closed as I rubbed myself against her, over and over, until my own release started to build inside of me. The closer I got to finishing, thefaster I moved. And then she came undone, and I let myself go as I spilled every last drop onto her stomach.
It was better than I ever imagined it could be, but fuck, I really wanted her pussy.
Slow, I told myself.
But fuck… I wasn’t sure I could go slow now.
TWENTY-SEVEN
SASHA
Iwas mesmerized by his bulging biceps and the way his corded muscles moved beneath the skin. His big hands were gripping my thighs as he held them together. His eyes were closed tightly, causing lines to form around them, and his lips were parted with his heavy breathing, soft moans escaping whenever his cock stroked my clit. He wasn’t inside me, but every move he made felt so good that I almost begged him to take me. I thought about how one wrong move could leave him pushing inside of me, and that made my body ache for him even more. I liked how close we were to breaking all the rules.
Roman was big. His cock was long and thick, and I imagined it would tear me in two if he did enter me.
But I wanted it just the same.
The small orgasm I nearly gave myself with the pillow was nothing compared to the explosion he caused inside of me when he had his mouth between my thighs. I never knew something could feel so good. I had no control over myself as each wave rocked through me, causing my body to shiver, shake, and convulse in pleasure. And having his long, hard cock sliding up my wet pussy was enough to push me over the edge again.
I fisted the sheet as I gave myself over completely, no longer worried about what we were doing, what people would think, or what it could mean for our relationship.
He let out a grunt just moments before I felt something warm spread across my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked down as he emptied himself with a jerk. His hips slowed to a stop. Breathless, he fell to the bed beside me.
We both lay there, our panting loud enough that it almost seemed to echo in the silent room. After a moment of regaining our composure, he sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled his sweats back in place. He stood and walked to the attached bathroom, returning a second later with a warm washcloth that smelled of jasmine and citrus. He carefully wiped his come from my skin, and I watched, completely fascinated by the gesture. After he cleaned the mess from my stomach, he bent down and kissed the skin next to my belly button, causing the butterflies to flutter their wings again.
He grabbed my hand. “You can use my bathroom to clean up.”
Without a word, I got up and went into the attached bathroom.
As I used the bathroom, my thoughts were racing. I didn’t know what would happen once I exited the room. I didn’t know whether to go to my room or expect him to come back to his bed. I was full of excitement from being with him, even if we didn’t have sex. I was a step closer than I had been an hour earlier. If sex was anything like what we did in his bed, I couldn’t wait to take that step with him, but I liked that he wanted to wait. It almost felt like he wanted to stretch our firsts out for as long as possible, even though he probably just wanted to give me time to change my mind.
I wasn’t changing my mind, though. I was more sure than ever that things had changed for us, and they could never go back to how they were before that kiss. Never.
I stepped back out into his room to find him lying in bed, covered from the waist down with the comforter. I stopped midway between him and the door. “Should I?—”
“Get over here,” his deep voice almost echoed through the darkness of the room.
I was glad it was so dark. It meant that he couldn’t see my nervous smile as I moved toward the bed instead of the door.
I climbed up onto the mattress, and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down as he rolled us to our sides. My back was against his chest as he pulled the blanket over me, then he draped his arm over me as he buried his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the area of skin between my hair and ear.
My heart went crazy in my chest, and I hoped that he couldn’t feel it.
It only took him a few minutes before his breathing evened out and deepened. He was fast asleep, but I was still alive with excitement, reliving the things we did over and over and over like some obsessed fan who had finally landed her rockstar.
In the back of my mind, I wondered and worried about people finding out about us, about things ending badly, and about losing my job. I worried about where that would leave Sophia, and I told myself I shouldn’t be so careless. But I pushed all of those thoughts away. I knew there would be plenty of time to address our worries and concerns, maybe even talk about our future and make plans. But for the time being, I wasn’t going to overanalyze everything. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy having him hold me, touch me, kiss me.
I didn’t remember fallingasleep. One minute I was going over everything we’d done in my head, and the next I was waking up. Only in the light of day was it a little harder to see the positive side of things. I was being greedy by wanting to be Sophia’s nanny and Roman’s…lover? I was there for Sophia. She needed me. More importantly, she needed consistency. Having an endless stream of women come and go in her life wasn’t healthy. I had been there longer than anyone else. I knew she was growing attached. And while that was a good thing, it would be a very bad thing if things ended with Roman and me.
If I lost my job, Sophia wouldn’t take it well. I never should have gambled her happiness for mine. I hated how careless I’d been, and anxiety started to claw its way up my throat.
I was pinned beneath Roman’s large, muscular arm, but the weight of it was starting to make me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I needed to get up. I needed to get moving and start my day. I needed to work over everything in my own way, in my own time. I wiggled a little, trying to free myself, but in the process, I woke him.
His eyes popped up and met mine. The room was dimly lit, with the morning sun only making its way into the room from around the edges of the curtains. It was dark, but enough light was getting through that you could clearly see. I saw the panic in his eyes, and he saw it in mine. Funny thing was, when I saw it in his, it took mine away. I didn’t need him to reassure me that everything that happened between us was right. I wanted to do that for him.
He pulled his arm away and threw back the blankets as he rolled away from me. He stood from bed and stretched. He took a step toward the door, then he stopped and looked back at me. His jaw twitched, and his hands turned to fists at his sides. “This was a mistake.” He clenched his eyelids together as he turned away from me. “I’m so sorry, Sasha.”
