Emboldened by his words, I pressed my body against his, wriggling my hands beneath the waistband of his breeches. I guided his pants from his legs, and he stepped free of them.
His stiff cock bobbed.
This was what I was waiting for, this moment, this union.
“My God,” I said. “You’re perfect, Roman.”
“As are you,” he said, giving me a heavy-lidded gaze. He seized my breasts and sucked my nipples, first one, then the other.
I yanked off his shirt, desperate to be skin-on-skin with him.
We fell to the ground and melted together.
He brought his lips to mine, devouring me in another searing kiss. This kiss was one of utter desperation, of need, of a longing that refused to be quelled.
As we consumed one another, we burned in a blaze of passion. A cascade of shooting stars broke free in my soul, creating streaks of light and sensation upon my inner horizon.
When I could stand it no more, I wrenched away and looked at him. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have a man like you.”
Roman laughed, wrapped his hands around my hips, and urged my legs around him.
I hooked one foot around the other, pressing his erection against my swollen, slick tissues. Then, I rocked, sliding up and down the outside of his rigid cock, eager to have him inside of me.
“You’re torturing me, Olivia,” he said before peppering my lips with a thousand butterfly kisses. As he kissed me, he thrust his hips against me.
I fell into a swoon, enraptured by his mouth and loving regard for me. Every cell of my body felt adored, and worshiped by him.
He ceased his kisses and said, “I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to be inside of you.”
He reached between us and fit himself inside of me.
We both let out a delighted groan.
Then, his fingers digging into my ass, he entered me. His hips bucked wildly, our flesh slapping against one another, our bodies slick with sweat.
His face inches above mine, Roman grunted as he thrust inside me, over and over again.
As pleasurable as this felt, I needed to dominate.
“Wait!” I urged him onto his back and rolled on top. Now,thiswas a perfect position. I balanced my hands on his rock-hard abdomen and ground my hips against his.
The friction of his pelvis stimulated my clit, driving me to madness.
Roman grinned and seized my nipples between his callused fingers. He rolled my tender flesh into hard nubbins. Pushing up to his forearms, he hungrily sucked a breast into his mouth.
I continued to rub my clit against him as his cock filled me, slamming into me with unceasing fury. Each thrust of his cock sent a stab of pleasured pain through my core.
I didn’t want it to stop. A volcano of bliss bloomed inside my core. It was maddening and intense, and I didn’t know whether to slow it down or keep riding it. I kept riding that wave, going higher and higher. Unintelligible sounds, grunts, and groans tumbled from my lips. I was like a lion on the savannah, copulating with my mate in unbridled passion.
Roman wrenched his mouth away and grabbed my breasts in his strong hands. His blunt nails dug into my skin as he kneaded me.
Waves of pleasure cascaded through me, begging for release, pleading for that moment of surrender. Finally, I could hold them back no more.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out.
“Come for me, my beautiful wife,” he said. “Come all over me.”
When that tidal rush of orgasm crested, I let go, drowning in nothing and everything all at the same time. Wild tremors sizzled up and down my spine, eliciting a spinning sensation like I was swimming untethered through the galaxy.
