I stalk over to him and tug on the ends of his ash blonde hair until our lips press together. I gasp as his tongue meets mine. His arms around me, pulling me flush to his body.
His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me up against him. My core aches as wetness pools between my thighs. I want to drown in Roman.
My hands go to his face, only now I don't hesitate until I touch him. He pulls me closer, deepening our kiss. And I rub shamelessly against the fly on his jeans. Moaning from the pleasure it gives me.
He breaks the kiss, and I lick my lips, missing the taste of him already. My breathing is shallow. I slowly run my hand from his face to his chest. His heart's racing, but so is mine.
“Tell me this isn't a dream.” he whispers to me. My heart skips a beat.
“If this is a dream, I don't wanna wake up.” I reply honestly.
He leans in and nips at my ear, tracing kisses down the column of my throat. His fingers trace down my collarbone to my aching breasts where he cups one, brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. I can feel that all the way to my core.
“Oh, God. Mila.” He groans my name. Pushing my chest into his palm. I want more. I need everything he can give me.
He pushes down the straps of my bra and licks my collarbone. Walking me towards the bed and placing me gently on the soft sheets.
He takes a step back and I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“Let me just look at you for a moment. You're so beautiful, Mila.” My butterflies dance at the words.
“I love you, Mila Hart. I want to make love with you tonight." The breath catches in my throat. I wasn't expecting that. But I want that, I want to feel him.
He pulls a condom from his jeans pocket, and I shake my head.
“I'm protected. We don't need that if you don't want to.” He groans as he throws it onto my nightstand.
“You're killing me, Mila. I'm barely keeping control now.” He presses the heel of his palm into the large bulge in his jeans.
I don't move from where I am. I watch as he slowly strips out of his clothes, his eyes never breaking from mine. Until he's standing there naked like a Greek God, his hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking the monster that it is.
He looks to it, then to me.
“I don't want to hurt you.” He almost whispers into the room. I shake my head.
“You won't hurt me, it will feel good.” He doesn't seem as convinced as me. He slowly approaches me and grabs my knee, pushing it up to my chest.
He rubs over my lace song, feeling the wetness pooling there between my thighs. I moan his name as he strums over my clit.
I hope he doesn't wanna tease me for too long, because I can't wait to feel him inside me.
“Come to me, Roman.” I reached to him, he lets me pull him onto the bed. I scoot up, so we're both now in the middle. He lays his weight against me, his cock nestling between my thighs, and presses up on his elbows a little to help me breathe.
“God, you're so tiny, Mila. I don't want to break you.” As if that's even possible.
“Take off my underwear.”
He sits up and fumbles nervously with my thong, so I help him with my bra. I throw it across the room. It hits the wall it slides down into a pile that's been forming there the past week.
I want to touch his cock. I want to make him feel good. But I suspect he’s just as worked up as me. So, I run my fingers down his chest and he watches me, but doesn’t push me away.
“Only you.” He says as he watches me toy with his nipple.
“Only me?”
“Can touch me like that. When it’s you, all the bad thoughts go away. With you Mila, everything’s perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I know I’m bad with words…” he trails off, but I tilt his chin to get him to look at me again.
“You’re not bad. I’m loving every word you say right now. You’re opening up more than ever and I love that you trust me to let me in.”
