“Yes, sir.” I bite my lip as he jerks one lace cup of my bra down to lick over my nipple. Oh god, yes. “That feels so good.”
“Good girl.” He swirls his tongue around my hard nipple again before sucking it into his mouth. He tortures me, holding me in place and giving me a small taste of what he can do rather than going all out. “Leave your wrists right there. If you move, I start over.”
I groan and nod. “Yes, sir.”
Roman releases my wrists and pulls my bra further down, teasing my other nipple as one hand sinks to my thong, dragging it off me so he can rub my clit with his fingers. It’s too light to do anything more than tease.
“Please, Roman!” I beg. “Please, I need you.”
“Patience is rewarded, Bambina.” He breathes across my skin. “And you know what my rewards are like.”
“Yes.” I nod.
“And it’s been far too long since I tasted you.”
“Oh, yes. Yes.” I chant as his mouth continues over my belly, moving between my hips before he spreads my thighs. My eyes close, and I dig my fingers into the sheets. I have to behave. “Please.”
Roman licks across my slit, then deeper. He groans. “I love how wet you always are for me.”
“Always.” I echo, rolling my hips against his tongue.
Then his patience is gone. His fingers dig into my thighs as he devours me, sucking and licking my clit until I’m half crazy. He brings me to the edge twice but doesn’t let me come. I almost scream at him.
“Going to behave for me from now on?”
“Yes.” I pant. “Yes.”
“Then you can be rewarded.” He pushes two fingers into my pussy as he laps at my clit.
His fingers curl deep inside me, and he keeps sucking and licking my clit until I combust. My back arches, my head dropping to the comforter, and I tangle my fingers in my hair as I struggle to keep from screaming from pure ecstasy.
Roman draws back, kissing across my hip lazily. “So, you want the hot tub?”
“Yes, please.” I hum.
Roman pulls me to my wavery feet and unclasps my bra. He lowers me to the gorgeous hot tub and starts the jets while stripping in front of me. I lick across my bottom lip and move towards him like he’s a magnet.
When he drops his boxers, I groan. If I was just a little bit taller, I could wrap my lips around him, but he joins me in the hot tub, steam clinging to his skin the same way I want to. I bite my lip as he drags me against him, his hardness nestled between us.
I moan as he kisses me, hot and hard and hungry. He tastes like me too. I drag my nails over his biceps, enjoying how thick and hard his muscle is. Roman slowly bends me over the side and rubs my ass.
“You’ll have a little bit of a bruise.” He traces an area around my ass and then rubs his cock across my clit, teasing my entrance. “Think that’s okay?”
“I like your smacks on my ass.” I roll my body against him. “I love you, Roman.”
Roman groans and thrusts into me. He strokes up my back, then collars my throat. “You make me want to be gentle.”
My hips rock back to meet his thrust, and the water splashes around us. We pant and grunt, whispering soft things back and forth as we fuck and make love. Roman releases my throat turns me around, and picks me up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You are everything to me, Sophia. What we have….” He shakes his head and rubs against me again. I wrap my hand around his cock and guide him into me.
We moan together as he lets gravity pull me down. But he’s shaking. He sits on the bench in the hot tub and lets me ride him. He thrusts into me each time, his hand sliding up the back of my neck and into my hair. I gasp and grind down on him as sparks start to ignite in my belly.
He feels so good, so right. Roman kisses me hard, but my moans tear that apart. I kiss down his neck and nearly yell when I come again. Roman grunts, then Italian pours out of him, filling the air with what might as well be music. We come down together as Roman rubs my back, strokes my thigh, kisses my forehead.
“I love you, Bambina.”
“I love you.” I kiss his chest. “So much.”