“More,” I pant, digging my nails into the notches of his spine, ripping them down his flesh until I reach the dimples in his lower back.
He growls into the crook of my neck, then reaches around and lifts my leg to hook over his shoulder, massaging places inside me I have never felt before.
Moaning, I feel my body preparing for my oncoming orgasm. Sweat begins to collect on my brow as my center convulses around his length. But as I feel my climax ready to sweep through my core, Roman stops.
I don’t have the chance to cry out in frustration before he spins us around, and suddenly my hands are braced on his slicked chest while he impales me from below.
“Ride me, angel. Take control of my cock,” Roman commands, gripping my hips while rolling my pussy over his dick.
I’ve never been allowed on top before, and I’m worried I won’t know what to do to satisfy him.
Sensing my hesitation, Roman lifts onto his elbows and takes me by the nape of the neck. “Fuck me, angel. Take what you want from me.”
His words are all I need. My body doesn’t need directions. I automatically know how to please my other half.
Leaning back slightly, I bring my hands behind me to rest on his vibrating thighs and roll, rotating my pelvis until he can no longer contain his groans.
With one hand, Roman palms my ass while bringing the other around front to play with my clit.
His touch propels me into mania, forcing me down harder on his shaft until stars appear behind my eyes. I work him until I feel him trickling inside of me and don’t let the cramps forming in my arms or the fiery aches in my thighs stop me from bouncing on his length.
Within minutes, I feel his throbbing dick swell, stroking the deepest part of my core, prompting my climax to shatter me into a million pieces.
Roman’s orgasm comes seconds later, his erection exploding, causing both of us to cry out in sheer blissful euphoria.
There’s no feeling in the world that compares to watching the man I love fall apart in ecstasy underneath me. To see and feel his body, to be connected in this way, to finally have every part of him. No sensation could ever compete with his cum spilling out of my core.
I’m his, more than I have ever been anyone else’s, and it’s that awakening that makes me whole.
Dropping onto his chest in pure exhaustion, his arms wrap around me, and I breathe through the powerful thudding of my heart, unable to hold back my tears of elation as I feel him leaking out of me.
“What’s wrong, angel? Did I hurt you?” Roman asks, rising on his elbows to push back the hair from my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.
“No… you didn’t hurt me,” I reassure, kissing away the salty droplets on his skin, treasuring the warmth and comfort of being able to touch him without hesitation.
“Then why are you crying?”
Climbing higher on his torso, I bring Roman’s lips in for a kiss, twirling his tongue around mine before saying, “Because I’m finally free.”
EPILOGUE
AMIRA
Friday
April 23, 2021
My eyes blink open before the clock reads six in the morning, the excitement for what lies in store today preventing me from sleeping any longer.
I contemplate waking Roman, but he got in around two this morning from his new job bartending at Knox’s, a local dive bar. The owner, Shelly Thompson, is a close family friend of Officer Colton and she took Roman in without a question asked.
That was only one of the ways Daniel was able to help us; the second will be here around eight, and I want to be awake when he shows up.
Creeping softly from the bed, I pick up my discarded clothes from the bed and slink out of the room, calling Shadow to follow after me so I can let her out to pee.
I dress myself on the walk to the back door, tying my short hair in a messy bun as I start the coffeemaker.
Creaking open the back door, I let Shadow run out first, laughing as I watch her dark body prance around the empty space. The sun still hasn't fully risen at this time, washing the sky in burnt orange and gleaming marigolds, partially hidden beneath dreary morning clouds.
