Page 25 of Three Hearts Hideaway

He secured the belt tight, binding her wrists.

“Every. Single. One.”

Ava’s mouth fell open. This was going to be even more enjoyable than he thought. It would be him who got to give Ava everything she wanted. And he meant it when he said he would do anything. Five days with her in his B&B and he was completely taken by her.

He secured the belt to a slat in his headboard. Tight enough to keep her arms above her head, but not so tight that she’d be uncomfortable.

“But before we get started,” he said, lifting her tank top slowly and deliberately. “I’m going to do something for me.” He traced his fingers over her full breasts and pink nipples.

Tugging off her shorts, he dipped his head to taste her through the lacy fabric of her thong. A loud groan left his lips. A sharp gasp came from hers.

He sucked her through the fabric until he couldn’t take the separation anymore. Roughly pushing her soaked underwear to the side, his tongue found her clit.

Ava’s hips bucked against his face, and he used one forearm across her pelvis to keep her steady. He licked and sucked at her sensitive spot, responding when her moans grew louder, learning what worked for her and what didn’t.

The taste of her on his tongue was everything he fantasized it would be. Her soft skin under his rough hands drove him wild. Touching it wasn’t enough. He groped her hips and thighs, kneading them as he reveled in how her cunt felt pressed against his mouth.

Ava responded so well to him. He peered up at her while her clit was on his tongue, taking in the sight of her head thrown back against the sheets, her hands straining against his belt. She was a force.

“You look like fucking heaven.”

“More.” The cry flew from her lips. The bed slat creaked with the strain of Ava pulling against the belt.

Roman licked her like a starving man, shoving two fingers deep into her pussy to help drive her to the edge. He found a motion that made her breathing pick up, and he kept it steady. Her walls pulsed around his fingers. Moans became needy and frantic. He kept the pace, her body tensing underneath his forearm, and he knew she was going to come.

Ava let out a scream and warmth flooded Roman’s face. He ate her through her orgasm, lapping at any bit of arousal he could get his tongue on. His fingers were dripping, and his cock was aching to be inside her. Nothing turned him on like making a woman squirt all over his face. Her pleasure was like a drug to him. He wanted more.

“That’s so fucking hot, Ava. I wanna make you do that again.”

Licking his way up her slack body, he put his mouth on every part of her. Her hip bones, her belly, the dip between her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. A long groanescaped Ava’s lips, and he bit down playfully, causing her to emerge from her post-orgasm high.

“Roman…”

“Yes, love?” he murmured against her skin, sucking her other nipple into his mouth and lavishing it with the same attention. The hard bud against his tongue was intoxicating. “Tell me what you want.”

“Anything?”

His hands lifted to the belt that kept her arms above her head. Undoing the strap from the bed slat and her wrists, he said, “Anything. Let’s explore.”

“Can we…role-play? That I don’t want it?” A rosy blush flooded her cheeks.

“Do you feel safe enough with me for that?”

Ava nodded.

“Of course we can.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck. “Is that what you want for our first time together?”

“As long as you’re okay with it. I’ve wanted to try it for a long time, but…” She looked away from him.

He gently took her chin and directed her gaze to his own. “I’m down for anything with you, love. But we need a safe word you can use to stop the situation if it gets too intense. Or for any other reason.”

She thought for a second. “Peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter? Really?”

“Why not?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Seems appropriate.”

“Fine by me, love. Do you have a scene in mind?”

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