He spreads my lips open and licks my clit with rough, slow circles. Two fingers slide into me, the sensation intense, and I buck my hips. He responds by placing his hand on my belly, pushing me down and holding me in place right where he wants me. The stretch of his fingers inside is perfect, and I clench around him.
Roman doesn’t let me move. His arm is like an iron band across my lower belly, holding me in place while he works me with his fingers, the strokes deep and slow. He’s making me feel damn good, and I get the sense he’s in it not just for my pleasure, but for his own satisfaction as well.
He sucks my clit hard, and I’m practically sobbing his name.
“Look at me,” he orders. I force my eyes open. “You come when I say. Not a moment before.”
I nod frantically, unable to speak. My thighs tremble against his grip. He slows his pace, teasing, licking softer, fingers barely moving. He’s holding back, denying me in a way that I’m certain he knows is making me insane.
I’m shaking, desperate for release. “Please,” I whisper. “Roman, please.”
He surges up, bringing his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, salty and sweet all at once. His hand replaces his mouth between my legs, his thumb pressing against my clit in slow, brutal circles.
“That’s not going to do,” he says, still working me with his thumb. “If you want to come, you have to beg properly.”
I arch up again, going in for a kiss without even thinking about it. He meets my lips but pulls back. Roman wants to hear me beg.
“Please, please let me come,” I gasp. “I need it. Please.”
“Good girl.”
The praise hits me just right. He pushes three fingers into me, curling hard and going right for the G-spot. I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me blinding hot. My walls clamp around his fingers, my back arching as I moan into his shoulder. Roman keeps his touch steady through it, wringing out every last drop.
The orgasm wanes and I’m left limp and shaking. Deep, full breaths come, one after another, and through blurred vision I watch as Roman slips out of the rest of his clothes. My eyes go straight to that gorgeous cock, rock hard and dripping in a way that makes me lick my lips.
“Come here, gorgeous.” He grabs me, flips me, and pulls me to the edge of the bed before I even know what’s happening.
He takes hold of my hips and pulls them up. His right hand falls between my shoulder blades, pressing me down. I look over my shoulder to watch as he wraps his other hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to my entrance.
“Are you ready for me?”
I squirm, angling myself upward for him. “Yes! Please, Roman.”
My mind goes blank the instant Roman thrusts into me in one deep stroke. The stretch burns beautifully and I cry out, my hands fisting around the sheets.
He pulls back and drives into me again, hard, my eyes tearing up from the intensity of it. He fills me perfectly, like we were made for each other. The rhythm becomes steady and punishing, hips slamming against my ass, skin slapping against skin. Every thrust jolts through me, deep and claiming.
His hand slides underneath, finding my clit once more, rubbing it roughly.
“You take me so well. Every inch.” He grips my hip hard with his other hand, just enough for that perfect mix of pain and pleasure. “This body is mine to worship.”
To my surprise, tears form in my eyes, but not from pain or the intensity of the pleasure. They’re from something I can’t even begin to name.
I push back into him, meeting every thrust, greedy for more. He leans over me, chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear. His strokes plunge into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Say it.”
I don’t need to ask what he means. I know what he wants to hear.
“I’m yours,” I say. “All of me.”
He drives deeper, the pleasure so intense it consumes me.
“Come again,” he demands. “Now.”
That’s all it takes. The climax is vicious, pulling a scream from my throat. I pulse around his thickness, vision blurring. Roman follows with a curse in Russian, burying himself as he spills hot and deep inside.
We stay connected for a moment before he helps me stand and turns me toward him, touching my forehead with his, both of us taking deep, slow breaths.
