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Roman lifts me onto the counter and I spread my legs to give him a better view. The thick head of his engorged cock peeks over the hem of his tight boxers and my mouth waters. He shakes his head with a low grunt, his gaze dragging over me one last time before he disappears just long enough to turn on the shower.

The warm water splashes against the tile, blanketing us in a veil of steam.

He saunters back toward me, hunger burning in his dark eyes. My hands immediately find his chest, gliding over taut muscle as I trace every delicious ridge and contour.

Hard, sculpted muscles accented by a dusting of golden chest hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his underwear, this man’s body is a work of art.

His muscles flex and ripple beneath my wandering fingertips, his erection steadily growing harder until the head of his massive cock sits fully above his waistband. My eyes lock in on the glistening bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, and I dip my tongue out to wet my lips as anticipation builds inside me.

Flashbacks of last night flicker through my mind like a movie, sending a rush of heat straight to my core. My pussy clenches as blood rushes to my sensitive clit. I’m so turned on and dying for another taste of him. Dying to have his thick cock between my lips, to hear his desperate moans and whimpers as I make him forget his own name.

Sliding my hand down his back and cupping his hard, muscular ass, I give it a firm squeeze before pulling him closer. He lets out a groan as I dip my fingers beneath his waistband, caressing his skin in teasing strokes before sliding his underwear down his legs.

His nostrils flare, and he breathes out a hiss between his teeth as his massive cock springs free, but he doesn’t stop me, letting me continue exploring his body.

I love how confident he is in his own skin, that he doesn’t always need to be the one in control. Last night, I surrendered to him…but now, I’m curious how he’ll respond if the roles are reversed.

There’s only one way to find out.

I drag my thumb over the bottom of his shaft, making him shiver at my touch, then graze across the underside of his head, coating my finger in his slick release.

“Jesus, baby,” he groans, his muscles trembling with the effort it takes not to move.

Watching him burn with desire while forcing himself to hold back sends a heady rush of power straight through me.

He stares at me for a long moment, like he’s contemplating how much more he can take. I hold his gaze as I pop my thumb in my mouth and suck the salty release from my finger.

And then his mouth is on mine, our lips colliding in a fevered kiss. His large hands scoop underneath my ass as he pulls me up and carries me into the warm shower stream.

The tile is cold against my back as he presses into me, deepening our kiss while the dual showerheads surround us with warm water from each side.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he says, voice laced with need. “You have no idea how goddamn perfect you are.”

I’m caught off guard by his praising words, the way he so easily offers them to me, like he can’t stand the thought of me not knowing exactly what he’s thinking. No one has ever spoken to me that way.

Steam billows around us as I slide my hands down his rippled abs, my fingertips grazing the silky head of his cock before curling around his shaft.

He lowers me carefully, setting me down one foot at a time. The second I’m steady, I drop to my knees.

When I look up, his eyes are filled with hunger and longing, but beneath it is something else.

Reverence.

He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and somehow, that affects me more than desire ever could.

The warm water splashes against my face as I fist his cock, my mouth already watering in anticipation as I take him in, veiny and thick, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. My eager tongue darts out for a taste.

“Fuck,” he drags out, his head falling back against the tile wall.

“You like that?” I tease, palming my breast as I look up at him.

He drags a thumb over my cheek. “Fuck, yeah, I like that,” he groans as he slides his hand to the back of my head, gripping my hair between his fingers. He squeezes. “These pretty lips were made to be fucked. Weren’t they, sweet girl?”

The contrast of that teasing nickname against his filthy words sends a shiver straight through me. I know it’s intentional, and it only makes the arousal burning inside me flare hotter.

I circle his silky-smooth head with my tongue, taking my time before swallowing and peering up at him with my most innocent smile. “And what about that?”

“Very much,” he says, then tosses me a folded towel to put underneath my knees.