Roman leaned forward and licked her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, groaning when he realized she wore no breast band. With one hand, he worked her dress down her shoulder, then switched sides until the fabric fell away and her dusky brown nipples blessed him with their appearance.
Could a man die from need? Unable to hold back, he ran his tongue over her left peak and bit the tender skin of her breast. She gasped and thrust her chest forward until he took her into his mouth, working his tongue against her pebbled skin.
Tasting her was second nature, and the desperate sounds she made encouraged him. He skimmed his fingers down her spine as he switched to her other side, moaning against her sweet skin. He didn’t think he could remove his mouth from her tits, and the need to fuck her with his fingers as he’d seen done at the pleasure house overwhelmed him. His hand continued its descent over her backside, and underneath, until he reached her center.
Slowly, he ran his fingers over her entrance, circling the sensitive skin. Violet cried out and pushed her hips down. “Please, Roman.”
Gods. If he came in his pants, he’d never forgive himself, but his name on her lips tested his control.
He bit her soft flesh, and she jerked and pressed closer. Roman smiled against her skin and moved between her breasts. Skimming his other hand down her front, relishing in the way her stomach twitched beneath his touch, he found her clit and rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.
Her body quivered, her breathing picked up, and when he pushed a long, thick finger inside her cunt from behind, she cried out. “Sit down and ride my hand.”
Without preamble, she dropped, impaling herself further on his finger, and he covered her mouth with his to swallow another cry. “Quiet, princess. I don’t want anyone else hearing sounds meant only for me.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth and tried to get up. Roman removed his thumb from her clit, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him. “Stay with me. Don’t worry about them. Keep those pretty lips on mine and no one will know that your needy pussy is riding my hand.”
Her entire body flushed, and he grinned, pulling her face to his. He added another finger, and she gripped his shoulders tighter as she rocked her hips.
“More,” Violet begged breathlessly.
He released her chin and returned to her clit, running his fingers lightly around it as he pumped in and out of her. “Gods, please.” The corner of his mouth tipped in a smirk at the strain in her voice. Pride swelled within him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently as he continued to circle her clit, ghosting over it occasionally.
“I swear to the gods, Roman,” she groaned and rocked her hips harder to force his thumb where she wanted it.
He took mercy on her and touched her where she wanted. She pitched forward and panted into his neck. Turning his head, he hovered his lips above her ear. “I’m going to add another finger.”
She shuddered and nodded. With one finger inside her from behind, he used his other hand to insert another finger from the front. Her dripping cunt allowed it to slide in easily, and once fully seated, he pressed his front palm against her clit.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Violet eased back with hooded, glassy eyes. “Ride.”
Violet moved her hands around the back of his head and yanked his mouth to hers. She rocked herself on his fingers, his palm rubbing against her clit. The kissing stopped, and she panted against his lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Her movements became jerky, and her pussy pulsed around his fingers as he moved them in tandem with her body.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Take what you need.”
She buried her face in his neck and bit down hard enough to make him hiss as her orgasm rolled through her. The pain mixed with her cum coating his fingers was too much, and he groaned as his cock jerked, his own cum coating the inside of his pants.
* * *
Violet’s chest heaved as she gulped down much needed air. Slight aftershocks from her orgasm still moved through her limbs, leaving tingles in their wake. Roman said he’d never been with another woman, but the way his hands had worked her into a sopping mess suggested otherwise.
But she had no reason to doubt him and decided he possessed a gods-blessed talent for sexual favors. Sitting up, she groped at the buttons on his trousers. If she didn’t have him inside her, she’d die.
His hand covered hers. “We can’t.” She snapped her head up, and he cleared his throat. “Ican’t.”
Were his cheeks turning pink? “You don’t want to?” Did he not like his first experience? It’d been years since Violet had done more than kiss a man. Perhaps her skills were rusty.
“I want to more than anything,” he said roughly, “but I can’t for a little while.”
Violet sat back and lowered her arms. “Okay…”
Roman adjusted the crotch of his pants, and the redness in his cheeks darkened. Violet followed his gaze and noticed a large wet spot on his pants. Realization hit her, and she looked up with a wicked grin. “That’s flattering.”
Roman huffed out a laugh and redressed her before moving her to the bench beside him. “It’s embarrassing.”
