“Already did.”
I narrow my eyes, stopping my movements. “When?”
He grins, leaning in to kiss my neck. “This morning.”
“So, you planned this?” I ask through a moan as he sucks gently on the spot beneath my ear.
“Hoped for it.”
He pulls my shirt off, moving his mouth down my chest until he finds my nipple and nips at it. I groan, nails digging into his shoulders. Everything he does is so good, so perfect, so right.
How does he know how to do all the right things?
With a hand on his chest, I urge him back until he’s lying down. I get to my feet and help him get his pants off. I stand there a moment, just taking him in, completely naked and confident in who he is as he lies on the bed naked and hard for me.
“Mon Dieu,” I whisper, taking in the perfection that is Roman Blake Callahan. I flick my eyes up to meet his. “Is this real?”
“Very.”
I shake my head, biting my bottom lip as I step forward and lean over him. I run my hands up his chest as I run my tongue along his shaft. He moans, hips moving up to chase my mouth.
I lick the tip, savoring the tangy taste of his precum, then suck on the head and take him deeper. He groans, his body tensing.
“You’re so good at that,” he says, knowing just the right things to say to feed my ego. I go harder, giving him more so hereallyknows how good I can be. His dick gets harder, moans get closer together, and I want to keep going and let him come in my mouth, but I have other plans for him, so I pull off.
He looks down at me, so much heat in his eyes.
“Where are they?” I ask.
He gestures to the end table beside his bed, and I dig through the drawer to pull out a condom—there are multiple in here and not for a second do I think they’re for anyone but me. There’s just something about Roman that tells me he isn’t like that. I take the lube and drop them both beside him as I get my pants off.
I crawl over his thighs, straddle him and pick up the condom to open and roll onto his thick cock.
“Can I ride you?” I ask.
He groans, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck yes.”
I slide up his body after adding more lube to him and settle over his dick. I slowly work him into me. Since there was no prep and he’s big, it takes some time, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I think he’s enjoying every minute of it, and so am I. Feeling him throb. Listening to him groan. Feeling his fingers digging into my skin because he’s ready to be inside me.
Once he’s eased inside, I stay like that for a few moments, allowing my body to get used to his size before I start to move, grinding against him in a way that hits my prostate each and every time. I move faster and harder. Roman fucks up into me from below, holding on to me to keep me in place. His gaze stays between us, watching himself disappear inside me, and I wish I could see that.
“So hot,” he says, eyes flicking up to mine. “You’re so hot.”
I grin as I keep fucking him, getting closer and closer to coming.
He wraps his hand around my dick, tugging slowly, which brings me right to the edge.
“I’m close,” he warns, which gives me some relief. At least I’m not way ahead of him on that.
“Me too,” I breathe out. “Keep doing that.”
Roman shifts his legs, going even deeper inside me.
“Roman—” I whine as the orgasm takes me over. He jerks me through it, my cum painting his abs as he fills the condom inside me, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
I fall forward, his cock falling out of me in the process.
“I have no bones left,” I say tiredly, unable to open my eyes.
