Timidly, I bob my head, and with shaky hands, I grip the hem of Roman’s oversized shirt and pull it from my body.
I can feel his fervid stare leaving its fingerprint on my bare skin, scouring my body with the tracks of his desire as his eyes ravage my naked flesh.
Roman doesn’t utter a word as he drops the clothes from his arm and steps toward me. The stern expression on his face would usually cause my body to erupt into uneasy shivers, but this time, the golden flames burning in his eyes don’t elicit fear but excitement.
My nipples pebble to sharp points when his wet chest presses against them, calling out in need for his calloused thumbs.
“Amira, what are you doing?” he asks through gritted teeth, his gaze roaming from my face to my naked body.
I can’t speak. The words resting on the tip of my tongue blur into meaningless phrases as I take my overheated palms and press them to his wet skin.
I don’t know whose gasp echoes in my ears, mine or Roman’s, but it grows louder, huskier when I take the tips of my fingers and drag them through the droplets cascading down his abs. My eyes lock onto the goosebumps pebbling his skin, and I want to taste each one.
“Your skin is so soft,” I whisper, leaving trails in the rivulets.
Dad wasn’t soft, and neither were Liam nor John. They were rough, like gravel, and cut me into shards just as stone does. But Roman soothes those wounds, and I feel myself coming together piece by piece as he lets me explore his body.
Running my fingers back up his abdomen, I dance across his pecs onto the bulging muscles of his biceps. They swell under my touch.
Tenderly, I lean in and kiss the vein protruding from the muscle. “I’ve never seen anybody this beautiful.”
“Me? Angel, I’m-I’m at a loss for words. Look atyou.”
Ever so gently, I take his hands and guide him around me, forcing him to sit on the edge of the mattress. Instinctually, Roman spreads his legs for me, welcoming me into his hold. I step between his parted thighs until my breasts are mere inches from his trembling lips.
I hold my breath for a moment, focusing on my thudding heart beating against my rib cage, before exhaling and dropping down to straddle his lap.
“Show me how good it can feel.”
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ROMAN
An eternity passes before I can get my mind to process a single thought, but when the shock fades from my brain, I take her beautiful, brave face in my hands and choke out, “Are you sure, angel? Is this what you want?”
She returns my gesture with a touch of her own, running the tips of her fingers over the bridge of my nose and around the angles of my cheeks and jaw before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
“Yes. I want this with you, and only you, now, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. I’m ready, Roman. I want you. Ineedyou.”
I can’t get the words I desperately want to speak past the emotion in my throat, so I stop trying and settle for pressing a kiss to her cheek, nodding lightly against her skin and promising to be gentle.
Gripping Amira behind the knees, I stand, waiting for her to lock her feet around my waist before sliding my palms up her velvety skin to knead the flesh of her ass.
A hiss escapes me when her pussy glides along my abs, leaving a thin trail of her wetness on my heated skin. Breathing through the pulsating erection growing in my sweats, I gently knock my forehead against hers, swallowing back my growl when I say, “We’ll go nice and slow, okay, angel?”
Her stuttered breath blows across my mouth as she nods against my lips.
Without waiting another moment, I spin us around and tenderly drop her on her back, feeling her perky tits bounce against my chest when she collides with the bed.
My dick is screaming to move this along, but I fight the temptation to shove my cock in her waiting pussy. Amira needs to control the pace. It’s the only way she’ll feel safe with me inside her.
I drop my head and bury my lips in the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping the length of her collarbone until it’s swollen and pink before alternating with the other.
Amira becomes needy under me, moaning quietly in my ear while her hands claw and tear at the skin of my back, her feet tugging at the band of my sweats, working them down inch by inch until I spring free, and they fall to my knees.
“Roman!” Amira cries when my mouth finds her budded nipple, ripping her fingers through my hair as I suck and pull her entire perfect tit into my mouth.
“Roman… please,” she begs, writhing around under me in a frenzy for more.
