“And breaking hers isn’t going to change that.” I take one step back, another, and another, until I turn to go find Roman.
I’m breathing hard, I’m sure my face is flushed, and I just want to get out and breathe. I see Nick dancing on a table, stripping his tie off and throwing it to the adoring crowd of women and men below him. When he does some sexy, almost stripper moves, he gets a bunch of ones.
That will be helpful for all the Gatorade we’ll need tomorrow for his hangover. Finally, I turn a man around and find Roman.
“Who is this?” The other man says, looking me over and abruptly clearing his throat when he sees my big belly.
“You’re married to me,” I say to Roman as if he doesn’t know. When he nods, I motion to the door. “Then you’re going to distract me right now.”
He walks with me outside, takes off his coat, and puts it around my shoulders, using it to pull me closer. “Is this how you seduce me now, Bambina? You remind me I’m married to the sexiest woman in the world and get me away from the crowd?”
Honestly, nothing sounds better than losing myself in him right now.
“Yes.” I decide. “Kiss me, amore.” When he doesn’t move, just smirks and cups my face, I grip his shirt and drag him against me. “Baciami.”
The groan that leaves his throat curls my toes before his lips meet mine. He slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing me with the promise of everything I know he can give me, everything I know has been building between us tonight. I groan and stroke down his hard body to rub him through his slacks.
Roman cups my ass, grinding against me as he continues kissing down my throat, praising me with so much affection and attention I feel like I’m going to float away. He scoops me up, drags me inside and into the loudness before turning and pulling me into a coat closet. He lifts the skirt of my dress and keeps kissing down my neck.
“I want you. Now.”
“Have me, then. Now.” I encourage while fumbling with his belt.
Instead of helping me strip him, Roman gets on the ground, on his knees and pulls my thigh over his shoulder. He gives a soft moan with every kiss that he places on the inside of my thigh. His warm hands cup my bottom and draw me closer to him until he licks at my slit through my thin, silk panties.
I gasp and stroke through his hair. “This is supposed to be a quickie.”
“And it will be done well,” He argues.
He jerks my underwear down with his teeth, then feasts on me. I have to cover my mouth to avoid giving us away as he groans and devours my pussy. His tongue, every panting breath, the soft compliments telling me I taste better than any drink, all of it work to push me over the edge in under three minutes.
I’m left gasping, knees sharking, overwhelmed. Roman stands licks his bottom lip, sucks his finger, then he undoes his pants while watching me. “You are impossible to resist, Bambina. Better than any woman in the world. A treasure.”
“Is a taste of treasure enough for you, amore?” I ask.
I slowly drag my dress up my thighs as he pushes his boxers and pants down. He shakes his head. “I will never have enough of you.”
Roman spins me and holds my hands under his against the wall of the closet. He teases me with his cock, slipping along my wet pussy until he hits my clit. I whimper and dig my teeth into my bottom lip to hide the sound.
He shudders and kisses my neck. “The things I’d do for you, Bambina. The wars I would wage.”
“Just love me.” I encourage. “That’s all I need, Roman.”
With a loud groan, he thrusts into me, fills me so entirely and completely that there’s no denying we belong together. He pants in my ear as his fingers lace through mine. “How do you want me?”
“I want you the way we need.”
He starts a slow pace as he continues kissing and licking down my throat. He ups the pace slowly, showing me that we’re going to ease into an orgasm together. I slip my hand free of his to hold onto his hip and he cups my breast in his now free hand.
“I love you, my Bambina. I love what you give us. I love coming home to you,” He says between each thrust. “I love waking up to you. I. Love. You.”
Once he ups the pace again, I’m lost. I bite my lip until I can’t even manage that and I’m sure anyone passing by could hear me. Someone actually bangs on the door, but Roman just locks it and nibbles my ear.
“Let them hear you, Bambina. Let them know that no one could ever take you from us.”
I hate that wording, but I nod. We give ourselves entirely over to passion until I bite Roman’s hand to keep from screaming as I come. My legs give out, my whole body is molten ecstasy, and Roman digs his teeth into my shoulder as he hits his climax with me.
I slump in his arms and we take a full minute to calm down. I smile slightly and wiggle against him. “That was definitely more than a quickie.”