I locked my jaw, struggling to breathe as my heart raced like a galloping horse. His erection brushed against me, and my body trembled when he ran his fingers along my arm.
“There’s no need to torture yourself,milaya,” he added, his eyes locking with mine. “I’m here for you.”
I melted at his words, the longing in his gaze awakening emotions I’d tried to bury seconds ago. His thumb traced the curve of my mouth, my lips quivering beneath his touch. My toes curled, the tension between us gradually easing into something lighter.
“Whatever you were imagining,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, “I can bring it to reality.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and the tingling sensation between my legs ignited a fire within me. He dipped his thumb into my mouth while his other hand slowly went underneath the hem of my towel.
My breaths came in soft gasps the higher he traveled up my thigh. My body stiffened, embarrassed by the fact that he’d soon realize just how soaked I already was.
“Fuck,” I murmured sweetly when his finger slid in through my entrance.
It felt so good.
“You like that?” he teased, his thumb still inside my mouth.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
I locked my jaw, struggling to keep my pride intact.
His eyes bore into mine as his finger drove deeper into me.
“Mmm,” I groaned, sucking on his thumb.
“Say it,” he insisted, inserting a second finger.
My thighs closed around his hand, my eyes rolling backward.
“Tell me you like it.”
I didn’t want to, but his fingers were working magic on my pussy, and the feeling was electric. My face contorted inpleasure, my heart swelling with desire. He pushed deeper with strategic caresses that made my legs tremble.
But still, I wouldn’t bulge.
He kept going—on and on, his eyes never leaving my face, as though he were basking in the pleasure plastered all over it. I sucked on his thumb, throaty moans slipping through my lips as I refused to say the words.
Unrelenting, his fingers continued pleasuring me in ways that I never thought possible. His moves were slow and calculated, as if he knew exactly where to touch and how.
I gripped his shoulders for support, unable to tear my gaze off him. This man had me glued to him, lost in the feeling of his magic fingers. The more I tried to fight the sensation coursing through me, the more unbearable it became.
“Oh, yes, Roman,” the words fell from my lips amid moans. “I like it…I like what you’re doing to me,” I confessed, fingers digging into his flesh.
He stuck his thumb back inside my mouth while simultaneously fingering my pussy. My legs were shaking, thighs brushing against each other as I leaned into him for better connection.
Roman withdrew his thumb from my mouth and grabbed me by the neck. His grip was light, but enough to choke me. He held my gaze, his unrelenting fingers working their magic between my legs.
He quickened his pace while still looking right into my eyes, as if reveling in the sound of my moans. I bit my lower lip, my body trembling beneath his steady hands. I was so wet that my pussy accepted three of his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out when he slipped in the third one. “It’s so fuckin good,” I whimpered.
He gave my towel a gentle tug, and the fabric slid off my body, revealing my nakedness. He paused for a second, his eyesdrinking in the sight, a faint grin playing on his lips. I didn’t need to be a genie to know he was pleased with what he saw.
Without a word, he reached forward and kissed me—a soft, delicate kiss that melted my heart. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t reckless, but it was filled with passion. I could almost taste it on his lips. His hands caressed my skin, roaming over my body—tracing my curves and contours, each touch drawing a breath out of me.
His tongue slid into my mouth as he pulled me closer with one arm around my waist. The kiss was so gentle and arousing at the same time that for a moment, I forgot who this man was. He cupped my breasts in his palm, squeezing them delicately as our heads tilted sideways.
