Chapter 66
Cecilia
I’m in downward dog position in front of the windows. The beautiful view distracts me from all that’s around me. I exhale and reach forward further, stretching my back. I sigh in relief and hold the position.
I hear footsteps echo as Roman enters the room.
“Fuck, sunshine. Are you trying to kill me? Waking up to this view…” He sighs as he lets the sentence hang.
I blush and giggle. It’s not unusual for him to catch the end of a yoga session, especially since I’ve been doing them later in the morning.
I go through a few more sequences until I’m in a wide-legged forward fold. My feet are spread apart, my legs are straight, and I’m fully bent in half, my hands resting on my feet and my head resting on the mat. From this position, I’m look between my legs and make eye contact with Roman.
“Cecilia, how long can you hold that pose?” he asks, a wicked grin overtaking his face.
There’s a gleam in his eyes as he prowls over to me that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Probably five minutes,” I guess.
“I can make that work,” he says from behind me.
He gets on his knees, head positioned at my core, and inhales where my leggings press against me.
He kisses the back of my left knee, then slowly trails his mouth, sucking, biting, and kissing, up my inner thigh. Right before he reaches where I need him most, he switches, going to my right knee and repeating the process.
Sweat forms on my forehead, and it’s not from the pose. I focus on keeping my breathing even, trying to keep my composure.
When his mouth hovers over my center, instead of kissing me there, he pulls back.
“These are in my way,” he murmurs.
Then he rips the seam of my leggings, revealing my thong. Which he rips as well, displaying my core. The cool air makes me shiver, but when he speaks again, his breath warms me.
“Now, time for my treat,” he says gleefully, then swipes his tongue through my wetness.
I squeal in surprise then moan at the sensation.
He attacks like a man starved. I don’t know who’s making more noise. Me at being devoured, or him greedily lapping me up.
He works a finger into me, then another. I squeeze around him, and he grunts.
“Fuck, sunshine. You’re always so tight for me.” His words are muffled because he doesn’t even pull back to speak.
I start grinding myself against him, and he pulls me closer. My legs are shaking so much, I’m not sure how I’m still in position.
He grips my hip with his hand not in me and takes on some of my weight.
“Are you close, sunshine?” he asks desperately.
“Yes, Roman. Yes! Please!” I chant, needing my release.
He thrusts a third finger in me and sucks my clit into his mouth. I explode on him. Bright spots cloud my vision. I’m screaming, but I can’t hear it. I can’t even function. I’m practically sitting on his face, as he holds me up.
Once I’ve settled, he leans down between my thighs and kisses me, my taste fresh on his mouth. I don’t mind it coming from him.
He tells me to continue my session, as he watches. It must be quite the view with my core on display through the ripped pants and thong.
When I get into the seated straddle, my legs straight out in a middle split, and my torso laying against the floor, resting on my elbows, I feel him approach.
