“Fuck, Maddie,” Roman groans. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve thought about this? How long I’ve imagined what those sweet lips taste like? How they’d feel on mine? How it would sound to hear them cry out my name?”
He moves slowly, purposefully, down my body as if he’s following a map, touching me and kissing me with a gentleness that he’s never shown me before. One that melts me.
“You’re all I’ve been able to think about these last few weeks, Maddie. Touching you, kissing you, burying myself inside of you…”
He drags his fingers up my thigh, edging them further and further apart until I feel the slightest brush against my core. It’s almost enough to unravel me right then and there, but he’s only just beginning. If I know anything about Roman, he’s not going to make this easy on me.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I arch into him as he traces my entrance. Just that small touch makes me dizzy as I cling to his broad, steadying shoulders.
“You’ve thought about it too, haven’t you?” His voice vibrates against my ear as his tongue swipes just below against the sweet spot on my neck. My core throbs, desperate for him. Aching forhim. “Tell me about it, baby. Tell me what you pictured when you thought about us together...”
“Roman, I…” Words completely fail me as he teases me, fingers sliding into my wet, slick folds but not yet close enough to satisfy me. I’d never expect torture to feel so damn good.
“Was it this?” Roman puts a finger inside of me. He twists it around, drumming it against my raging body.
“Oh God, Roman.” My voice is so whiny, so needy, that I barely recognize it.
Then he slips another in. And another. “Did you think about my fingers inside of you while you begged for more? Or how wet this sweet, perfect pussy would get with each stroke?”
The more I squirm, the bigger his smile gets, and the more intense his stare is. His deep brown eyes hold mine captive as he plays me like a damn puppet. Finally, I close my eyes, but he strokes my cheek.
“Uh huh, right here, baby.”
His thumb rolls against me as he pulses in and out. It’s slow at first, but his pace builds until it’s frenzied. Disorienting. Almost punishing. His touch demands my satisfaction, but then, just as quickly, it’s gone. His touch leaves a cool emptiness inside me, taking my breath away. What the hell? He’s not doing this again, is he? He’s not going to—
Before I can even finish the thought, Roman flips me onto my stomach. Pushing his hands up my legs, he edges my knees open and I shiver as the warmth of his breath blows over me. And then I feel the flick of his tongue. “Or was it this? Did you think about this, baby?”
“Mmm,” I moan, gripping the sheets as if my life depends on it, heart pounding in my chest.
Pinning me to the bed, Roman holds me exactly in place so he can ravish me as he desires. He laps against me, his tonguedrawing circles against my slick flesh, and then diving inside of me.
Oh, my god.
My entire body coils up; the sensation more than I’ve ever experienced. It’s overwhelming, and for a moment I tense. Roman is just as receptive as he is thorough, though, and he picks up on it immediately. He digs his fingers into the muscle of my ass, stroking and massaging until I start to relax.
“That’s my girl. Easy.”
He kisses the inside of my thighs, giving me an opportunity to pump the brakes if I want to. When I don’t, his kisses move farther until I’m at the mercy of that magic tongue again.
My chest presses into the bed as he works me over, broad hands planted on the back of my thighs. Reaching my arms up, I clutch the sheets, desperate for something to brace myself as the feathery strokes of his tongue consume me.
By the time he comes up for air, I’m wound so tightly that a breeze in the right direction could make me explode, and I have to catch my breath. I hear Roman fumble toward the nightstand and the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he tears into it.
As I turn over, he pulls me to the side of the bed, my hips teetering at the edge. He slides his palm underneath me, lifting my leg and raking his fingers all the way down from my thigh as he rests my ankle on his shoulder.
“God, Maddie. You’re so beautiful.”
The gravel in his voice makes my stomach flutter and his hips settle over me. My pounding heart echoes in my ears as he presses into me. Slow at first, and then, inch by inch, he fills me to the absolute brim.
“Ah!” I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate his swollen length.
Roman eases up, bringing a strand of hair from my cheek as our eyes meet. “Okay?”
“I’m...good.” I’m so breathless that it’s a struggle to even speak. “So good. Please don’t stop.”
At my insistence, he starts to rock against me, our bodies finding their own synchronic rhythm. Blood rushes through my veins, a sensation that goes straight to my head and wipes out any thoughts or emotion besides this right here.
Besides his body intertwined with mine. Besides his urgent, powerful hold on my hips. Besides the sheer ecstasy I feel as he slides in and out of me.
