As Roman’s thrusts intensify, I wrap my thighs around his gyrating hips and dig my nails into his broad back, savoring every delicious sensation. His warm skin against mine. His musky scent. The primal sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of my wetness. I’ve never been this wet before. Not with Brandon. Not with a vibrator. Not even when I’ve woken up after a sex dream about some rock star or hot professor from college.
Our tongues are swirling in concert with the movement of ourdesperate bodies. We’re gyrating as one by now—feeling totally connected while spiraling into ecstasy together. Suddenly, Roman’s mouth breaks free of mine with a loud gasp, like he’s coming up for air after spending too long under water.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “Like you were made for me.”
I moan my reply, relishing the fact that the feeling is mutual—that I’m free to make whatever noises feel natural. I’ve never experienced a man talking during sex. I thought that was normal, so I kept quiet, too. But now, I can’t get enough of Roman’s dirty talk and animalistic noises. Every time this man opens his mouth, no matter what comes out, he ignites my body even more, as surely as if he were licking my clit.
“What are you doing to me?” Roman grits out. He sounds tortured. On the bitter cusp of losing it. “Your pussy is magic, baby,” he growls into my ear. “You’re a drug, baby.Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?”
I’m thinking he’s going to lose it any second now, based on the sounds he’s making and the desperation of his tone and thrusts. But to my surprise, he pulls out of me, panting, flips me over and onto all fours, and plunges himself inside me again, this time from behind. As he fucks me in this new position, I feel like he’s ripping me in two—but in the best possible way. He reaches around and massages my clit as he pounds me, and ...Oh my God.All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my eyes roll back into my head, my breathing halts, and a third orgasm ravages me—this one even more powerful than the prior two.
I come with a loud, keening wail, as Roman wraps a large palm over my throat and comes inside me with a loud growl of his own. As his body ripples violently inside mine, I collapse onto the bed, taking him with me, and then lie motionless underneath him, spent and breathing hard, as Roman’s body quakes and shudders on top of mine with aftershocks.
When our bodies have both quieted, Roman slides off myback, turns me onto my side like a rag doll and kisses me tenderly. “Goddamn, Iris,” he murmurs into my lips. “That was unexpected.”
I don’t know what to say in response to that, since everything about that was far more than unexpected to me—it was transformative. Transcendent. Revelatory.Supernatural.
Tongue-tied and exhausted, I wordlessly kiss him again, and that’s what we wind up doing for a long time: kissing. We do it for so long, in fact, it eventually feels like we’re having an entire conversation without words. When we finally come up for air and open our eyes, Roman wipes at my cheek with his thumb and whispers, “Those were tears of euphoria, I hope?”
Did I cry at some point?If so, I didn’t realize it. I wipe at my cheek, and I’ll be damned. It’s sticky with dried tears. “I don’t know what that was about,” I reply honestly. “I’m definitely not feeling sad, I can tell you that. That was the most incredible, liberating, addicting thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. I feel like I just walked through a secret portal into another dimension—a new world where I found a better version of myself.”
Roman chuckles. “That’s high praise.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He swipes gently at my cheek again. “Something tells me you’re not capable of the alternative.”
Shit. Roman didn’t say “Me, too” about the secret portal into another dimension thing. So, I’m thinking I’ve probably overshared, like I always do. In fact, now that my cringey words are hanging in the air, unmatched, I realize I should have played it much cooler with Roman. Perhaps pretended that’s how sex always goes for me. Because I’m a sex kitten. But then again, I don’t think I’m capable of pulling off any kind of charade, like Roman said. Especially not in this one-of-a-kind moment. I’mfeeling too raw—too triumphant, alive, and powerful—to even try to put on any kind of act.
I touch Roman’s stubbled cheek. “Thank you for taking so much time with me. That felt incredible.”
Roman kisses my cheek. “My kink, if I have one, is getting my partner off. And the way you just got off? Jesus Christ, Iris. I feel like I’ve mainlined an addictive drug.”
My heart quickens. That was just as good as Roman saying he walked through a secret portal, too. Maybe even better, especially when combined with the look of complete satisfaction on Roman’s gorgeous face. The man does indeed look drugged—and I can’t deny it turns me on to knowI’mthe source of his intoxication.
I slide my palm over Roman’s bicep and bat my eyelashes at him. “Please, feel free to overdose on my body as much as you want tonight.”
Roman smirks. “You wouldn’t give me carte blanche like that if you knew how much I enjoyed that. It was supernatural for me, too.”
Oh my gosh. This just keeps getting better and better. I open my mouth to reply, but before I get a single word out, a big yawn overtakes me.
“Thanks,” Roman deadpans.
I giggle. “Sorry. I’ve barely gotten any sleep the last couple days.”
Roman strokes my hair. “Get some sleep, then. A great orgasm will put you to sleep better than any sleeping pill.”
I snicker. “And I hadthree.”
“You sure did. Don’t let them go to waste. Get some sleep, Iris.”
I didn’t know great orgasms are sleep inducing, simply because I’ve never had one even close to as great as the ones Roman gave me. Especially that last one. Holy crap. But I see no reason to admit any of that. I’ve already said too much.
I open my mouth to reply, and yetanotheryawn overtakes me, making Roman laugh again.
“Sorry to bore you,” he teases this time, making me giggle again.
“Okay, maybe I’ll take a short nap,” I concede. “But only long enough to recharge for round two.”
