I lose myself in this moment and relinquish all control in the warmth of his embrace.
But when he takes my hips and grinds me against his pounding erection, my body senses a weapon and shuts down.
I try to tame my mind’s cry for help by battling his tongue for dominance, but Roman knows me enough to feel the change in my body and loves me enough to stop.
“Can I try something?” he asks, adjusting me on his lap as he pushes the hair away from my face.
My heart is racing a mile a minute, adrenalin replacing the blood pumping through my veins.
Running my fingertips over his pounding heartbeat, I ask, “What is it?”
“You didn’t like my fingers, but maybe my tongue will feel different.”
Moisture instantly floods my cotton panties. Searing flames of my yearning scorching my center as I subtly and subconsciously grind against his throbbing length. My stomach clenches with longing at the thought of his wet tongue tasting my insides, but unease settles in my gut as I let my memories take control.
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, angel. We don’t have to.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask, biting the skin around my nail until blood drips into my palm, down my wrist, leaving coppery trails on my skin.
“Why would I hurt you?”
“Liam would… he liked to use his teeth… he used to like to tear.”
Roman’s grip on my waist tightens while his pupils swallow his irises whole with barely contained rage. Then, scoffing out a bitter chuckle, Roman shakes his head. “That fucking… no, angel. No, I won’t hurt you.”
“Won’t somebody see?” I ask, shaking with nerves as my core drips in excitement.
Looking around the empty park, Roman takes in our place hidden within the trees and tilts his head. “Just you and me here, baby.”
He’s right. No one can see us cloaked in the shadows, and the park is vacant, minus the two of us. I have no reason to say no. No excuse I can come up with other than I’m really fucking scared.
“We don’t have to.”
But I really want to try… after my failed attempt, I want to prove to Roman that I can do something. I am able to make some progress…
“Okay.”
Roman wasn’t expecting a yes. I can see it in the way his hazel eyes swell with surprise, but he takes my yes for what it is and doesn’t ask again.
Ever so gently, he removes me from his lap and drops me back in my original place.
Shifting his hardness in his pants, Roman flips onto his stomach and army crawls to my trembling legs.
“Lie back for me, angel. I want you to watch.”
I do as he says and fall back, bracing myself on the palms of my hands as he takes the band of my pants and works them down my legs.
Icy winds prick at my skin when he gets the material completely off my body, but the breeze does nothing to cool the inferno blazing inside my core.
Roman splays his fingers on my knees and gently spreads them apart.
I can’t silence my quivering gasp when he starts running his nose up the inside of my thigh, peppering soft, delicate kisses on each goosebump until he reaches my center.
I watch from the parting of my knees as he takes the elastic of my boyshorts and slowly pulls them down, baring my glistening core to him for the first time. My body feels like it’s vibrating from the inside out, and I’m not sure if it’s from the cold air caressing my skin or from the nerves running rampant through my system that I’m trying desperately to calm.
With his hands wrapping around the underside of my ass, Roman levels me in direct line with his mouth before leisurely spearing his tongue out and gliding it in one long, smooth motion along my lips to my aching clit.
The first lick sends bolts of lightning throughout me, making my back arch from the unexpected pleasure. The fire from his tongue is scorching hot, reawakening the need I have that lies dormant in my bones.
