Roman is a different flavor. This is a one-time thing for us, and it shows.
He doesn’t take his time to woo me. He doesn’t need to or have the time to do it, and I can only imagine he’s had plenty of foreplay, watching Alejandro fucking me.
Not only once, but twice––well, the moments spent outside were a little different.
So Roman and I are on different levels when it comes to sexual desire.
He–-as a man I could become intimate with––hasn’t crossed my mind, while I––as a woman he desired––has definitely crossed his mind.
He devised a plan, paid a fee, and now he’s here to collect.
He doesn’t mind the audience, which makes me think these men are used to having one.
It’s like a game to them, and now it’s a game to me too. A game implying pleasure and immediate trust.
I trust him to give me pleasurable sensations, and the beginning is very promising.
His grip on my neck doesn’t have an ounce of indecision.
He wants to fuck me, and when I touch his groin, his hard cock stirs against my hand.
I wrestle with pleasurable tension, falling back against his arm while he cuffs my neck and walks with me.
I step backward, firmly guided by him, so I don’t fall on my butt, and then my shoulders meet the wall.
And here I am, caged in, the man blocking my view, his hand going up against the wall, his tongue fucking my mouth relentlessly.
He does it so well that I’m all tingly and hot against his fully clothed body.
His free hand comes to my face.
He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of my lips while we kiss and kiss, gradually slowing down.
As if he’s opened a door, brought down a wall, and removed my reservations he now cruises with me, taking me wherever he wants to.
I block out the idea that someone else is in the room and inhale this man, fully taking him in, his hand sliding from my cheek to my neck and my chest.
He strokes me a couple of times before continuing his journey to my hip and my butt.
And then he grabs my butt cheek and leans harder into me, pushing his tongue down my throat.
His aggressiveness tests my limits and how far I’d go, and I respond to him, holding my own to the point of initiating the kiss.
It’s a pleasant surprise for him, I think.
I feel his smile beneath my lips as his hand abruptly lowers, touching me between my legs, coming from behind.
His grip is so strong tingles start swirling, and I instinctively thrust my butt out and fall into his hand.
His touch is wet when he drags it up and down, going from my back ring to my opening before dipping two fingers inside, checking the wetness in my core.
“Hot woman…” he murmurs in a raspy voice. “No wonder they like to fuck you. Turn around, baby,” he says against my lips.
I spin around and set my elbows on the wall while he straightens and works his fly open.
The buckle clinks while he unfastens his belt, his zipper goes down, and his hand comes to my butt.
His forearm slides on top of mine while he lines my side with his frame and runs his fingers down my butt, his erection pressing into my flank.