I melted into his torso, my hands traversing his body—feeling the toughness of his skin and the ridges of his abs beneath my palms. His scent was intoxicating, his touch electric.
Breathless, I deepened our kiss while caressing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands slid down, and there he massaged my ass, then teased my entrance with his middle finger.
I moaned in his mouth as a dark thought about his finger in my second hole formed in my head. He left my exit and teased the rear of my cunt, my wetness greasing his movements.
He broke the kiss, stared into my eyes for a moment, then whisked me into the air. I locked my legs around his waist as he walked over to the bed. Gently, Roman lay me down on the mattress, his hands trailing along my thighs.
He massaged my feet and kissed my toes, his touch easing my stress. I felt my tension dissipating into thin air as my muscles relaxed and quiet moans escaped my lips. He kissed my legs while going down on his knees, his eyes locked to mine.
My chest was rising and falling in anticipation, my heart swelling with desire. He settled between my legs and teased me by running his thumb up and down my wet entrance.
I closed my eyes, struggling to breathe.
Roman held my legs in place, as if anchoring me to the bed. He nibbled my inner thighs to build my anticipation before going down on me. He started off slow, grazing my clit and warming my cunt with his breath.
I froze, my body stiffening in anticipation. “Oh, my God,” I gasped softly when his tongue parted my folds.
He licked my entrance, up and down, side to side, as if trying to figure out which movement my body responded better to. It was clear that he was intentional about pleasing me, and his attention to detail only made me crave him more.
I clutched the sheets beneath me, tugging at them as my body twisted and twirled over the mattress. He noticed that I preferred the up-and-down movement, and this man stuck to it. He maintained the same rhythm, occasionally doing a figure-8 motion on my pussy.
My legs trembled in the air, my hips slowly grinding against his mouth.
Roman knew how to please me; he was familiar with my body and knew exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it, and when I wanted it. He was good with his fingers, but damn, he was even better with his tongue.
I arched my back higher and higher, squeezing more tightly against the sheets in response to whatever he was doing to me. His tongue was steady, pleasing me in ways I could only dream of. And the longer he ate, the more I swooned in ecstasy.
He sucked my juice, licked my plate so well that I felt myself unraveling beneath him. Roman’s mouth left my pussy for a second, and when I reopened my eyes, he was looking up at my face.
“I won’t stop until you come,” he whispered, his voice gentle and sexy. “Will you come for me?”
Without hesitation, I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he answered, then went back to eating my pussy.
I didn’t know when I called out his name, “Roman…oh, Roman….”
He kept eating, maintaining the same pace, his tongue licking all the right areas.
At this point, I was no longer in control of my thoughts or my words. It was like someone else had taken over my body, and this person didn’t give a shit about shame.
“Yes, right there,” I whimpered, bucking my hips for deeper connection. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
For sure, I would drown in shame and embarrassment after this. But for now, I just wanted to enjoy every moment of this pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
He listened to my words and followed my directions, moving his head and his tongue precisely how I wanted. His actions made it pretty clear that tonight was all about me—what I wanted and how I wanted it.
My body responded to his touch by shivering beneath him. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my head tipped back, trying to curtail the pleasure coursing through my blood.
The blend of his saliva and my nectar sent waves of ecstasy spreading across my body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I murmured. “I love the way you touch me.”
This was a confession I’d never make if I were thinking straight. But right now, I wasn’t—my mind was already clouded with euphoria.
The way he worshipped my body was rather remarkable, and his skilled mouth on my pussy only drew me closer to the edge.
I looked down at him as he ate me, wondering how the hell he got so good at this. He lifted his eyes and met my gaze while his tongue kept working its magic.
