Chapter 27
His body rocks above mine, in and out slowly, arms holding tight, teeth grazing against the side of my neck as I try to spread my thighs wider to allow him in deeper.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” His rasping voice sends shivers down my spine, a euphoric kind of feeling, like I’m floating in the clouds somewhere above the mountains that surround us.
The delicious grind of his hips and the deep, penetrating thrusts has me seeing stars. It’s not enough and yet too much all at the same time. I wanted harder, rougher, untamed, but he’s so gentle, there’s no bite.
Pushing at his chest, I force him to his hands, hovering over me, his cock buried between my legs, and then I lift a leg and push. He could have resisted easily if he wanted, but he allows me to move him, and I follow until he’s flat on his back, and I’m straddling his hips, sinking down onto him. In this position I feel fuller, a pressure blooming in my lower abdomen as I grind against him, the coarse hair around the base of his dick adding a friction to my clit that wasn’t there before. His hands squeeze my thighs as he watches, his whiskey eyes more like molten gold.
Reaching for the hem of the t-shirt, I rip it off, throwing it down with the boxers he discarded earlier, leaving me as naked as he is.
He groans as his eyes devour me, hands coming up to touch, to explore. They follow the path of my waist, up over my ribs to my breasts before he brings them inwards where he cups them, fingers pinching the peaks of my nipples. My hips stutter, my skin prickling in response to his hands and the precious way he touches me.
I roll my hips over his hard length, letting it pull from me before I lower back onto it, finding a rhythm as I move.
His hands act as a guide, not forcing or moving, just there to feel as the muscles in his neck pull taut while he watches. His eyes leave no part of me untouched. I use his chest as support, lifting and sinking, over and over, but I can’t take the full length, not when, at this angle, it feels so fucking deep, it’s almost too much. I lift and roll, lowering about halfway when his hands snap to my hips, biting.
“Sit.” He demands.
“Roman,” I moan, “I can’t.”
“You fucking can and you will,” His voice is all growl. “You wanted control, well, here it is. Now you need to take it.”
I sink lower, but it still isn’t all of him and it’s not nearly enough to satisfy him. A deep, dark chuckle rumbles from him as his hands slide beneath my thighs, keeping me from going down again.
“Baby,” His fingers flex, “You take all of me when I’m fucking you, youcantake all of it when you’re fucking me. Sit on it.”
Holy shit.
“Now,” His hands slide around my thighs and then to my hips, “Sit. On. It.”
With a thrust up, he fills me entirely, a cry sounding from me as I adjust to the stretch and the fullness. It’s different being on top, more, and while it feels insanely good, it also feels like I can’t move.
“You want help, baby?” Roman asks.
I give a simple nod, shaking as I try to get a grip and do what my body is screaming for me to do. I have felt nothing like this, otherworldly and grounding all at the same time.
He lifts his hips to stay buried inside and then starts moving me over him, grinding and lifting as I support myself, feeling every single swipe of his cock and every grind.
“Take over,” He says after a few minutes, his voice a low purr that has my body responding in ways I don’t fully understand. “Show me how much you want it.”
I follow the same rhythm he had just shown me with his hands, keeping it slow at first, my lashes fluttering as the pressure builds, turning and morphing, my skin prickling and stomach tightening as my clit grinds into him.
“Look at you,” He praises, “Doing so fucking well, sweetheart. Keep going, you can do it.”
“Fucking hell,” I moan, his words hitting exactly where they’re meant to. I clench around him, tremors running through me, my fingers curling into his chest, leaving red lines where my nails bite.
“Get yourself there, baby,” He groans. “That’s fucking it.”
He knows exactly what strings to pluck, where to focus his attention to have my body singing for him. My orgasm barrels to the surface, and I cry out as everything tightens, my hips stuttering as my climax takes control.
“So fucking pretty when you fall apart,” He rasps, his hands forcing my hips to keep moving, dragging out every second.
I collapse on top of him and his arms come around me, holding me to him, tight, and his hips begin to move softly, in and out, steady but still so deep I feel him in my bones. I whimper into the crook of his neck, kissing softly, tasting the salt from his skin against my lips.
“I never want this to end,” His voice shakes as he whispers, breaths coming out fast. I can feel his wholebody trembling, but he stays firm with his thrusts, still so sensitive it’s almost too much. “Let me keep you, baby.”
“Yes,” My answer is instantaneous. “I’m yours.”
