His fingers work me steadily, pressing and circling and adjusting every time my body tells him to. When I moan he goes harder. When I bite my lip he goes faster. When my thighs start trembling he leans down and takes my nipple back into his mouth and sucks and the dual sensation makes me grab the sheets and hold on.
"Please," I whimper.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop." It's incredible. I'm so close.
"I'm not stopping. Tell me what you need." Roman's breath dusts my moist nipples, chilling them and I shudder and whine out loud.
"Faster. Harder. I'm so close." My voice trembles as I plead with him.
He gives me both. His fingers press into my clit and tip me right over. Orgasm builds so fast it catches me off guard, climbing from the base of my spine through my stomach and detonating behind my ribs. I writhe and jolt, almost screaming because I can't hold back the sounds.
"God, your pussy squeezes my finger so tight," he says against my skin.
My back bows off the mattress and my thighs clamp around his hand and I keep writhing in pleasure as his fingers move against me, drawing it out. When the last wave rolls through me I collapse, gasping, trembling, boneless.
"Oh my God, Rome…"
"You know you're the only one who calls me that," he says, carefully lifting himself off the bed as he peels my sweats and panties down in one pull.
"Yeah? What do they call you? Boss? Because I'm not about to call you that." My pants go to the floor and I spread my legs, touching myself lightly as he pulls his shirt off, then undoes his belt.
"I like it… You can call me Rome if you want." His eyes drink me in, watching my fingers swirl in my own juices, and I watch his thick cock spring free, standing on end for me.
He comes back between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his hips, and the press of his bare skin against mine—chest to chest, stomach to stomach—makes me pull him down and kiss him deep.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around him and stroke a few times and his breath catches against my mouth.
"Your hands are going to end this before it starts," he warns, grinding into my grasp.
"Then hurry up, Rome," I say playfully. Finally, I'm starting to relax into this moment, and remember how intoxicating he is.
"Bossy."
"You're wasting time," I tell him, still stroking him and he groans.
"I'm serious, Mila. If you don't let go, I'm going to come in your hand, and that's not what either of us wants right now."
"How do you know what I want?"
"Because I can feel how wet you are against my thigh and you don't want my hand. You want me inside you." He takes my wrist and pulls my hand away and holds it against the pillow. "Am I wrong?"
"You're not wrong."
"Then let me fuck you senseless…" He reaches between us and positions himself and I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. My hips tilt up and he pushes in, one long stroke that fills me completely, and I moan embarrassingly loud. I try to hide my face but he bites my neck hard.
"Don't hide from me," he growls against my skin. "I want to hear you. Every sound."
"Then do something worth making noise about," I purr, clawing at his sides.
He pulls back and drives in and my bed creaks and the headboard taps the wall. He does it again, harder, and I gasp and my legs wrap around his waist.
"More," I say.
"Not yet. You're gonna come again first."
"I already came."
