“I know you can, sweetheart,” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Is it so bad that I want to do it?”
“No,” I breathe, “And I promise.”
“Thank you.” He slants his mouth over mine, stealing my breath. His tongue slides between my lips, and his chest meets mine as he closes the small gap between us, my thighs widening to allow him closer.
“You come home to me,” He rasps before his mouth finds my neck and his teeth graze.
“Always,” I vow, skin pebbling and body reacting to the way he works me up. It’s so simple, and yet he’s theonly one who has ever made me react this way. I am but a puppet on strings attached to his fingers.
I feel the hard length of his cock press up between my legs, grinding through the thin material of my shorts, and my nipples pebble as a moan slips from me.
“Tell me.” He pushes to his knees as his hands go to the hem of my shirt, and he slides it up.
“I love you.” Whiskey eyes clash with mine, lids hooded. Lifting my arms, I allow him to strip the t-shirt from me before he goes to my shorts.
Pushing my hips up, he makes quick work to remove them, leaving me completely bare to him, my legs parted with him between them.
He runs a finger over his bottom lip as he devours me with his eyes. It never gets old, the way he looks at me, like it’s the first time and he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. Reaching for the knot on his towel, he throws it off the side of the bed and palms his heavy cock with one hand, while the other scissors through me, my hips jerking, searching for more.
“I fucking love how you respond to me, Niamh,” He growls, “So fucking needy.”
Two fingers slide into me, and I can’t help but throw my head back, the pleasure zapping through me as my muscles clench. He chuckles darkly, his thumb finding my clit as he works me slowly, watching everything he does. The hand around his cock moves at the same speed at which he fucks me with the other, from base to tip, his hand jerks himself, thumb swiping over the bead of salty pre-cum from the crown.
“Such a pretty pussy, sweetheart,” I shiver as he slowly brings me up to the peak, curling his fingers just right to hit the spot inside of me, “Made for me.”
“Roman,” I gasp his name, my climax right there.
“More baby?” He whispers.
“Please.”
The tip of his cock slides inside while his fingers are still there, stretching me impossibly wider, my body trembling the further he goes.
“You can take it,” He assures me, his hand moving, dick sinking deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I cry.
“That’s it.” He pulls out a touch before thrusting back inside. “You going to fall apart for me?”
“I’m close.” My eyes are squeezed closed as he sends my body through a hundred different sensations.
“I know you are, I can feel it.”
His thumb moves a little harder as he thrusts all the way into me, and I can’t help it.
He groans as I orgasm around him, pussy clenching wildly, and he pushes me through it, thrusting, working my clit until I physically can’t take anymore. His hands move to my hips, sinking in as he pulls me onto him, my ass off the bed while he thrusts into me, keeping me steady, finding his pace.
“So fucking perfect,” He groans, mouth going slack as he finds his own pleasure, emptying into me before he lowers me back to the bed and pulls out, collapsing down by my side. We both breathe a little easier, andwhile I know tomorrow will have him nervous, it needs to happen so we can just keep going.
When I wake in the morning, Roman has already started for the day, his side of the bed cold. The sun streaks in through a crack in the curtains and I can hear his voice down below as he shouts orders to his workers, and when I peek through the window, I see him on top of his horse, his hat low to shield his eyes.
The sun kisses his skin, and his body moves with such ease, a commanding force that demands attention.
Dragging my eyes away, I grab a shower and get ready for the day, slipping a bar tee on before I skip downstairs and out into the sun. The warmth immediately graces my skin, a promise of a long, hot summer to come. Roman trots over on the back of Pippin, tension pulling his mouth down, a line between his brows.
“I’ll be fine,” I promise him, knowing exactly that’s what he needs.
He wets his lips and swallows. “Take my truck.”
