Just as I’m about to tell him he’s an incredibly gorgeous man, he drops his hands to my waist and spins us both around. I let him edge me back until my legs hit the side of the bed.
“Tell me you don’t have a curfew tonight,” he says as he guides me to sit on the soft blanket covering the bed.
I answer as he lowers himself to his knees. “No curfew.”
His fingers move softly over my thighs, separating them with the slightest pressure. “Good. I’m going to try my fucking best to take my time, but there’s no guarantee, Bianca.”
I reach for his chin to bring his gaze back to mine. “Roman?”
He searches my face for something. Maybe a clue to how I’m feeling or affirmation that this is exactly what I want. I give that to him with my words and touch. “I’m yours for the night.”
“And more nights?” he questions. “This isn’t a one time thing.”
I love that it’s a statement. There’s no doubt in what he’s saying.
“This isn’t a one time thing,” I repeat.
With that, he lowers his lips to my knee and plants kisses up my thigh until his tongue brushes over my cleft through my panties.
I moan from the anticipation, and when he pushes the fabric aside for his first taste of me, I fall back against the bed, close my eyes, and lose myself in the moment.
***
His hands slide over my legs.
I groan. “Roman, please.”
“Please,” he repeats back in a voice strained with need. “I want this.”
I wanted what he gave me; two, or maybe it was three orgasms. He ate me again and again, never letting me catch my breath.
He told me to trust him before he lapped at me with his tongue.
His moans drove me closer to the edge each time until he backed off and teased me with his fingers.
With my limbs aching as much as my pussy, he moves me gently until I’m on my stomach.
When I feel him get off the bed, I rest a cheek against the soft blanket. My eyelids crack open to see him sheathing his cock in a condom.
His eyes catch mine. “I need to feel you. If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
Those words won’t leave me. It’s not too much. It will never be too much with him.
This man has made me feel more in an hour than I’ve felt with any of my former lovers during those relationships.
I feel cherished and desired.
He moves around me. When I feel him crawl onto the bed, I try to roll over, but he stalls my movements with his hands on the back of my thighs. “Like this, Bianca. You’ll feel me so deep inside of you.”
I know I will.
Nodding, I moan when I feel the first brush of the head of his thick cock against my cleft.
He lets out a guttural sound when he inches close to my opening, and that first push inside pulls a moan from us both.
As he straddles my thighs, holding my hips in his hands, he plunges his cock into me, again and again.
I claw at the bedding, wanting more and more.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “So good.”
“So good,” I repeat under my breath because it is. Not just the sex but him. He’s everything, this is everything, and as I climax, I call out his name.
That’s enough to drive him wild.
He fucks me intensely, with each thrust deeper than the last until he comes with a shuddering groan.
Chapter 29
Roman
I fucked her from behind because I’m a goddamn coward.
I knew that if I looked into her eyes when I was buried inside of her, that I’d be lost to her forever.
Tonight was too much for me.
It wasn’t just the fuck. It wasn’t the way her body felt or how she tasted. It was all of it. The gentle sounds she made when I kissed her, the way she pleaded with me as I ate her out.
It’s how she’s looking at me now.
She’s on her back on the bed staring at me. We’ve been this way for the past ten minutes. Silence is sitting between us, but it’s not awkward.
It’s reassuring, comforting even.
I’ve never wanted to be this close to a woman after sex. Yet, with Bianca, I want to stay here all night.
“I should go home,” she whispers.
“Not yet.”
A smile blooms on her swollen lips. I kissed her senseless after we fucked. I rolled her over, crawled over her, and pressed my lips to hers.
The kiss was just as sensual as the fuck.
It was intimate. It made me feel vulnerable in a way I haven’t before. I felt centered, full, satisfied.
“Why not?” she questions.
I grin when her index finger runs over my bottom lip. “I want more.”
A gentle nod of her head confirms she wants the same as I do.
Her hand glides from my lips to my chin before it drops to my chest. “What we did was incredible, Roman.”