Page 15 of Her Obsessed Lumberjack

“God, yes!” I cry as Roman starts to rub my clit, filling me with his tongue until I see stars. I grab roughly at his hair,my eyes rolling back. It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced. His powerful arms pin me down as he claims me as his own, my growing moans spurring him on. He slides his tongue back up to my clit and sucks it hard before pushing two thick fingers inside me, stretching my walls tight around him. His fingers thrust deeper, moving in and out in a frantic rhythm, and I feel myself coming undone.

“ROMAN!”

His name is all I can think of as pure pleasure zips through me, my whole body spasming as I come hard. My clit throbs with my release, painfully sensitive, but Roman keeps sucking, wringing out every wave of pleasure until I’m breathless.

When he finally pulls away to look at me, his beard is glistening in the firelight, wet with my juices. Hungrily, he sucks his fingers dry, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh.

“You taste so damn sweet,” he says, pulling me onto his lap. I make a noise, still unable to produce actual words as I shiver through the final aftershocks of my orgasm. Roman holds me tight, stroking my hair. “Good girl. Fuck, you were so amazing.”

His words make me melt against him, my breathing slowly returning to normal. I can feel his erection pushing against me through his jeans, thick and hard, but Roman doesn’t make a move to take off his clothes. He tightens his arms around me and I breathe in his masculine scent, listening to the crackle of the fire and the thump of Roman’s heartbeat.

“That was perfect,” I tell him with a contented sigh. “You could probably tie cherry knots with your tongue.”

He laughs. “I don’t know about that, sugar.”

I readjust myself on his lap, and his laugh turns to a stifled groan, his cock hard as stone against me.

“Isn’t it my turn to make you feel good?” I ask, blushing with pleasure at the effect I’m having on him.

Roman lets out a hiss of breath, muttering a curse word as he kisses my neck softly. “For now, just let me hold you.” He looks almost pained, but when I catch his eye, he smooths his face into a small smile and pulls a blanket over us. I let myself be enveloped by those strong, brawny arms, feeling tiny as I’m held in the embrace of such a giant man. But it feels good. Safe and secure, like nothing could ever hurt me as long as I’m in his arms.

As we lie there, our hearts beating in time, I think back to what Roman said about pushing down his emotions. I remember his flashback, the far off look in his eyes, but knowing this man is damaged doesn’t push me away—it only makes me want him more. He’s a good person, a brave man who suffered while serving others, and I’m falling for him faster than I want to admit. This isn’t just a quick fling for me. My heart is already on the line, and now all I can do is hope that Roman feels the same way.

“I was right.This is definitely the best pumpkin pie ever.”

Roman smiles at me. “Whoever mixed it up did a great job.”

“Thanks. Pretty sure you saved it, though. Otherwise, we’d be eating mouthfuls of cinnamon and eggshell.”

He laughs, a deep throaty sound that makes my stomach squeeze. We’re sitting at the table, finally tucking into the pie after hours of leaving it to cool. It’s sweet and creamy with a hint of warm spices, and Roman immediately cuts us another slice each. Our time together is passing so quickly, but I’m loving every minute of it.

After Roman did all those incredible things with his tongue, we cuddled on the couch until I eventually put my clothes backon. Then he let me decide what I wanted to do. He said I could choose anything, so I made him watch Hocus Pocus with me, which I think he secretly loved. Now our pumpkins are ready to be carved into jack-o’-lanterns, and I can’t wait to get started.

But despite the fun we’re having, Roman is holding something back. The tension between us has been palpable ever since he made me come, and I’m so darn ready to go all the way. An intense ache is growing between my legs, and all through the movie, it was hard not to notice Roman’s erection poking against my lap. He wants it too. At least, his body does. But mentally, there’s something stopping him, and I don’t want to ruin this amazing day by asking what it is. Part of me is scared to know.

Maybe he only wants me physically, not emotionally?

Maybe, after spending a day with me, he thinks I’m too much for him after all…

I’ve been pushing down these miserable thoughts, determined to make the best of things, but there are moments when my smile feels strained.

“Ready to carve some pumpkins?” Roman asks once he’s cleared away our plates.

“I’m always ready to carve pumpkins!”

I roll my sleeves up and he does the same, watching me from across the table. He presses his palms against the tabletop and leans forward to kiss me. I let myself melt against his lips, tasting pumpkin pie on his tongue as he slides it into my mouth. His hand cups my cheek, and when he pulls away, there’s so much warmth in his eyes that I feel my doubts vanish for a moment.

“How about we make it a competition?” I suggest with a smile. “Best jack-o’-lantern wins.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. “How are we going to judge whose is best?”

I shrug. “We’ll just have to decide between ourselves. I promise to be objective!”

“Alright, sugar. You got yourself a competition.”

We attempt a solemn handshake, but I can’t suppress a giggle, and Roman smiles at me. He lays a cloth over the table, hands me a knife and a pen, and then we get to work.

Once I’ve drawn out my design, I begin cutting into the pumpkin, scooping out the stringy insides and tracing my pen marks with the knife. Roman and I shoot sneaky glances at each other as we work, and he makes a show of pretending to look at my jack-o’-lantern, craning his neck for a peek until I throw a chunk of pumpkin at him.

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