“Enough.” It’s a command edged with hunger.
He guides me to my feet and turns me so our positions are switched, sitting me on the edge of the chair. He peels off my pants and panties, tossing them over his shoulder onto the floor. He spreads my thighs wide, then parts my lips with his thumbs.
There’s nothing gentle about what he does next. His mouth is on me, hot and sure, his tongue pressing flat, licking up my center before circling my clit. I gasp when his tongue moves faster. He sucks softly at first before sliding two fingers inside. He curls them in just the right way, the way I need, a moan pouring out of me.
“Oh, Roman…”
Pleasure builds quickly, sharp and overwhelming. His free hand presses against my hip, holding me still as I squirm.
“Stay,” he commands, the vibration of his words against my clit sending sparks of pleasure through me. His tongue flicks relentlessly while his fingers thrust in and out. I come hard, thighs shaking around his head. I press my hand to my mouth in an attempt to muffle the cry. He doesn’t stop until the last pulses of the orgasm fade, licking me softly through the aftershocks.
I’m still trembling when he stands and turns me around. He guides me forward, knees on the chair seat, hands on the backrest, ass up.
“God, this view,” he says, sliding his hand along my hip. “You have no idea what you do to me, Amalie.”
Goosebumps break out over my skin at his words. He grips my hips as he pushes into me, stretching me in the way I’ve become addicted to. I close my eyes, focusing on each rock-hard inch pushing inside.
“Roman,” I moan. All I can think about is him, how good he feels inside me.
His thrusts are deep, slow, and measured, pulling nearly all of the way out before sliding back in. Each stroke hits that perfect spot, the one he knows to aim for. His big, rough hand slides up my spine, pressing between my shoulders to arch me more. Then his pace builds, harder, faster, the chair shifting underneath us.
One hand slips around to rub my clit, the circles tight and fast.
“Come for me again,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear.
I do without hesitation, the second orgasm crashing into me hard and sudden, my walls clenching around him. He continues thrusting, relentless and steady.
When he pulls out, I want him back inside immediately. I stand up.
“Sit,” I say.
“Bossy,” he replies with a grin.
We trade places, Roman’s cock glistening with my arousal. I move forward and straddle him, needing that perfect shaftinside me again. I take hold of him by the base, guiding him to my entrance as I sink down, taking every delicious inch inside me.
I’m full of him again, deeper at this angle. His hands grip my ass, guiding me. He leans in, mouth wrapping around one of my nipples, sucking hard.
“That’s it,” he says. “I could watch this beautiful body bounce on my cock all goddamn day.”
“Now there’s an enticing idea.”
I pick up the pace, the sounds of my skin colliding with his blending with his grunts and my moans. Then I slide down slowly and lean forward, rolling my hips on him. His cock rubs against my walls perfectly, my body trembling a bit.
Roman’s hands move all over me like he can’t decide which part he wants to touch the most. He traces the full curve of my waist, the softness of my belly. The smirk on his face makes it clear he loves every damn inch of me.
“So goddamn gorgeous. Take all of me.”
I do as he says, grinding harder, my clit pressing against his shaft in a way that’s almost too much. The third orgasm builds bigger and bigger, the tension tightening, waves crashing. He thrusts up to meet me, my grip tightening around him.
“Come,” he commands. “Now.”
I shatter at his words, crying out, pulsing hard around him. Roman follows right after. He groans deeply, hips jerking as he erupts inside me, hot and thick, pulse after pulse filling me full. We stay locked, our breathing ragged, his arms wrapped tightly around my back.
Minutes pass, the two of us holding onto one another. Then he lifts me gently and carries me to the couch. He leans forward, pressing a button on a remote. The gas fireplace in the room ignites, the flames dancing warm and bright. Roman settles us under a soft throw blanket, me curled against his chest, his hand stroking my hair slowly.
The fire crackles softly, heat seeping into my skin.
It’s perfect.
