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I spin around to face him, my hands moving in his hair as my lower back presses against the cool stone counter. The sight alone of my naked body on display as this powerful man looks up at me from his knees is nearly a sensory overload. If he doesn’t stop fucking teasing me, I think I’m going to combust.

I wrap a leg around his shoulder and pull his face closer. “Stop playing with your food and eat it.”

His eyes flicker with heat, but he doesn’t argue, just dives in and gets to work. My back arches when his soft tongue slides over my aching clit and my fingers tighten in his thick hair.

“Yes,” I pant, my leg tightening around his head, pulling him closer. “More. Just like that.”

I watch his head bob up and down as he absolutely devours me, his tongue lapping over my slit in steady, gentle licks. The appreciative moans he gives me tell me he’s enjoying himself as much as I am.

“Oh, fuck, right there. Good boy,” I say, my head falling back as the pleasure starts to build.

He keeps his pace, but adds a little more pressure as his arm scoops around my waist to hold me steady.

Rain pelts against the windows while the thunder roars low and steady—the perfect soundtrack to the storm brewing between us. My quiet whimpers mingle with Roman’s enthusiastic slurping.

“Fuck,” I drag out, my body vibrating as my muscles tighten. “Yes. Yes,” I cry out. “Don’t stop. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking come.”

Roman does something with his tongue, and my vision goes blurry. I dig my fingernails into his scalp and hold on.

My orgasm rips through me, leaving me panting and dizzy. He continues, gentle and steady, coaxing out every last aftershock.

When he finally pulls away to look up at me, his lips curve into a proud smile, his face glistening with my release. “How’d I do?”

I roll my eyes and playfully shove him in the chest. “Just take off your pants.”

I love how he lets me talk a big game, even knowing he had me writhing beneath him not five seconds ago. He isn’t intimidated by me the way other men are. He gets me.

“So pushy,” he muses, shoving his shorts down and taking his underwear with them.

His rigid cock springs free, and before I can ogle him, he’s lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. He drops me on the cool, crisp bedding, then pounces on top of me, our lips crashing together in a heated kiss. His mouth tastes like me, his stubble still damp with my release.

My hand grips his cock as I squirm my way up to the headboard, my thumb gently stroking the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at that,” he groans as I rub his head through my slick folds.

It is amazing having him so close to me, and I realize I want to feel him. I don’t want a barrier between us.

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “I’m clean. I got tested after Augustus, and I split.”

“Me too,” he says, brown eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.”

That’s both surprising and exactly what I would’ve expected. Of course, Mr. Always-Does-The-Right-Thing wouldn’t put himself or his partners at risk.

Holding his gaze, I release his shaft, spit in my hand, and rub it over him until he’s slick.

“Fucking hell,” he grits out.

I wrap a leg around his back as he thrusts inside me. “Oh, my God.” My pussy stretches with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure while my body adjusts.

Our eyes are locked as he braces himself with one hand and interlaces our fingers with the other. We move together, our breaths and heartbeats finding a shared rhythm.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he whispers, his hips rolling to hit that place inside me that has my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Fucking same,” I say on a whimper, feeling the soft tendrils of my orgasm already starting to build.

This connection between us is so strong, so intimate.

“Harder,” I cry out.