“No, I’ve had sex before,” I reply. “Lots of times.” I decide to leave it at that. It’s not my general habit to answer questions succinctly. I’m a compulsive oversharer by nature. But this one time, I force myself to do it to preserve at least a shred of mystery. And what woman of mystery has only had sex with one boyfriend? “I really want to do this with you, Roman,” I insist. “It’s just that I’ve never had a one-night stand, per se,so it would be helpful if you’d take the lead.”
“Luckily, that’s my all-time favorite thing to do—taking the lead.” He skims his fingertips across the top ridge of my towel. “Can I take this off?”
My heart is racing, and my tongue feels thick in my mouth, so I nod slowly.
With hungry eyes, Roman loosens my towel, causing it to slide to the floor at my feet. Once I’m standing naked before him, his dark eyes rake over me, and his chest expands sharply before he leans in and kisses me again. When our kiss becomes passionate, his mouth travels south, at which point he kisses and laps at my breasts.
Holy crap.
As Roman’s mouth becomes more and more voracious, arousal begins flooding every nerve ending between my legs even more forcefully. So much so, I can’t help shivering, and then wobbling, in place with each movement of his tongue and lips. With each assured caress of his warm hands.
A tortured moan escapes my lips that surprises me. And then, a groan that shocks the hell out of me and prompts Roman to supply one of his own.
Roman slides his warm palms to my hips and trails kisses from my breasts down my belly until, finally, he pulls me onto the bed and lays me down on my back. Once I’m lying next to him and writhing with arousal, he begins kissing my mouth again, deeply this time, while brushing his fingertips up and down between mylegs. In record speed, I’m so turned on, I can’t help whimpering and groaning into his mouth. I’ve never experienced foreplay this slow and hot. Actually, have I ever experienced foreplay at all? If this is how it’s supposed to go, then the answer to that question is an emphaticno.
As Roman’s tongue tangles with mine, he continues brushing his fingertips gently between my legs, up and down, but without ever going in for the kill. Occasionally, he lets his fingers drift to my inner thighs. To my hipbone. To my belly. But always, he returns to sweeping them up and down between my legs like he’s gently coaxing a shy flower to fully bloom.
Eventually, the tactic makes me so damned wet and horny, it’s all I can do not to grab his hand and shove his fingers inside me or wantonly beg him to fuck me. I’ve never felt this hungry to get penetrated before. This is a new sensation for me. I feel more animal than human.
Still kissing me, Roman finally slides his fingers inside me, breaching my body for the first time, and the loud, feral moan of relief and excitement that escapes me is totally foreign to me.What was that?I’ve never made a guttural, desperate sound like that in my life.
At the sound of my intense arousal, Roman groans in a way that sends goosebumps erupting across my body.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I want you,” I whisper back, trembling with anticipation.
“Beg me for it,” he coos.
“I want you, Roman. Please.”
“You can do better than that.”
“I want you inside me. Please, Roman.Please.”
“Better. But patience. You’ll get every inch of me soon enough. But only when I say it’s time.”
Oh my God, this feels like a fantasy come to life. All this time, I’ve thought something was wrong with me. That I hada dryness problem. A passion problem. An orgasm problem. I even thought maybe I was asexual. But now, just this fast, I know I had aBrandonproblem. I always thought I was physically attracted to him. But what I felt was nothing like this. With Roman, I feel rabid. Ravenous. Like I’d do anything to scratch the itch Roman has magically ignited deep inside me.
Speaking of magic, Roman’s doing something magical with his fingers between my legs—something so delicious, it elicits loud moans from me while also making my eyes roll back. As he masterfully fingers me, he devours my lips, neck, jawline, and cheeks. He whispers into my ear that I’m hot, sexy, beautiful, a goddamned angel. That he can’t wait to taste my sweet pussy. That I’m driving him crazy.
All of a sudden, I feel something seize hold of me. Something that makes my innermost intimate muscles feel like they’re twisting before holding in abeyance. It’s like my entire body is on the bitter cusp of unraveling. I’ve felt a glimmer of this sensation right before giving myself an orgasm with my vibrator, but I’ve never experienced it with this kind of force and magnitude—the kind that takes my breath away and makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s it, baby,” Roman coos. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I’m close,” I grit out, clutching the sheet underneath me. “Don’t stop anything.”
“We’ve got all night, baby. I’ll keep going as long as it takes.”
It’s the hottest thing he could have said to me. With a loud groan, I grip the sheet underneath me even harder, arch my back, and let the tsunami of glorious pleasure slam into me with full force.
When the pleasure subsides, I feel like I’m under a spell—like I’ve been magically turned into a ravenous, horny beast. “I want you inside me,” I bark out. To emphasize my point, I grip his hard dick and stroke it, and then growl with pleasure whenI discover his thick tip is drenched with pre-cum. I swirl the sticky evidence of Roman’s arousal around and around with my thumb, causing him to jerk and jolt, and then beg him to get his cock wrapped up and deep inside me.
“Patience,” Roman coos again. But this time, when he says the word, he sounds like he’s hanging on by the barest of threads. With his dark eyes blazing and his entire body quaking, Roman spreads my thighs, crawls between them, and proceeds to give me oral sex that’s so fucking delicious and masterful, it quickly sends me hurtling into what can only be described as a full-bodied meltdown.
“Good girl,” Roman chokes out hoarsely from between my legs, as I writhe and groan in ecstasy. Breathing hard, he grabs a condom packet off the nightstand like he’s grabbing onto a lifeline. With his cock wrapped up, he climbs over my sweaty, writhing, yearning body like a panther on the prowl. When his mouth reaches mine, he feels between my legs for his target with greedy fingers before plunging his full length inside me, all the freaking way.
I cry out as Roman’s thick cock stretches me and growl with pleasure as it fills me to the brim. When he begins thrusting like a beast, I grip his bare ass cheeks, reveling in the perfect fit of our bodies. How did I ever question if his dick would fit inside me, when it now feels like his body was designed specifically to fill every inch of mine?
