Page 96 of By the Letter

To make up for my poor neglect, I gave him more until the movement of his hips became consistent and my pussy was a messy, pulsing thing I could no longer ignore.

“Rome.” I climbed astride him, holding his cock between my pussy lips and sliding back and forth. I was so incredibly slick it took no effort to move over him. “You can touch me too now. Put your hands on me, but keep the blindfold on.”

This time, I wanted to watch him while we fucked, but I didn’t think I was ready to have his eyes on me. Just once, I’d take this chance to let loose without my insecurities stopping me from enjoying every last second.

With a heaving breath, Roman vaulted toward me, knifing upright to surround me with his arms and latch onto my neck with his lips. His desire for me was unbound, and it spurred me on even more, rocking on the thick head of his cock over and over. So good on my clit. Just right. He made my limbs feel like they were unattached, shaking somewhere in the ether.

“Wim,” I panted, pushing down harder, seeking that delicious friction. “Yes, baby, yes.”

“You got it. Keep going,” he urged.

I did. I ground my pussy on him until I exploded, my head falling back to cry to the rafters. I felt him shaking beneath me, arching into me urgently but not taking what I hadn’t given yet. His restraint turned me on further, making me needy for him all over again. After I regained the use of my limbs, I took him inside in a smooth slide.

I pushed on his shoulders. “Lean back. Let me be the one to fuck you.”

He fell against the headboard, handing complete control over to me. “Filthy mouth,” he murmured. “Too sweet, baby. I’m not going to last long. Warning you now.”

The new shape of my body was unwieldy, so it took some patience to find my rhythm, but when I did, I fell into it, riding his cock with sureness.

“You don’t have to last long. Just long enough.”

A burst of energy and confidence rocketed through me. Undoing this man turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. Making him mew and whimper sent me on a power trip. All I wanted was to elicit that response again and again.

I rode him, putting my mouth on the parts of him I could reach. I let my hands rove over the broad planes of his chest, soaking up the feel of his skin on mine. It was intoxicating to have free roam of such a huge, powerful man without any worry of doing the wrong thing. He was melting beneath me, making it potently clear everything I was doing was just right.

I brought his hands to my breasts, where I knew he’d want them. “You can move if you want to. You can touch me.”

His groan was deep and pained as he leaned forward to take my nipple into his mouth. Opening wide, he wrapped his lips around my breast and suckled as much as he could fit. I lovedhow he did this, how he was a glutton for my tits, stuffing himself full and still wanting more. Watching him now, blindfolded, lapping and sucking with wild need…liquid heat spilled between my thighs, and my inner walls clasped his length, pulling him deeper.

We went on like that, touching, fucking, tasting, grappling. It became frantic, our hands and mouths greedy for more, until he was rutting into me from below and all I could do was hang on to his shoulders.

At the last moment, as we were tumbling faster and faster toward the edge, I wanted more. Not just this physical explosion but a connection that went beyond. Ripping his blindfold off, I held his startled eyes.

“Shira,” he rasped. “Oh god, Shira.”

“Yes.” It took everything in me not to look away and sever this raw, visceral bond stretching from me to him and back again. “Yes, Rome.”

His brown eyes went soft on me, never leaving mine. Not even when climax struck us like a lightning bolt, electricity passing back and forth between us. Holding my gaze, he cupped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and filled me to the brim with his pleasure. My heart cracked, letting the feelings I’d successfully kept at bay flood in and drown me.

I would not put a name to them. If I did, they would bloom into something bigger than I could keep inside, and that wasn’t a possibility. We were friends, and we did this, and that was good. More than good. Roman wanted to take care of me, and this, what we were doing here, was part of that. I couldn’t lose what we had by turning it into something more in my mind.

I knew my limits, and they didn’t include getting to keep this beautiful man as mine. He was my friend, the father of my baby, but he wasn’t mine.

He pulled me down on his chest, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “That was incredible.”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “Yeah, it was. Thank you for letting me play.”

He chuckled. “I think I should be thanking you, baby. I got the most out of it.”

“Yet I came twice.”

“You did, but I got to have your mouth all over me.” He palmed my ass and gave it a squeeze. “I’m gonna need some more of that now that I’ve had it.”

I trailed my fingertips over the soft definition of his pecs, something I’d been too unsure to do until now. “Soon, I’m going to be too big to crawl all over you. You won’t want me to anyway.”

He slid his palm over my belly and rested it on the fullest part. “If you can’t crawl, I’ll move you. As long as you want to fuck, I’m going to want it too. I’m crazy attracted to you, and your getting bigger with our baby has only deepened that. You give me this body, I will fucking worship it, Shira. Got it?”

I nodded, my eyes clamped tight. “I got it.”

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