Page 95 of By the Letter

His reaction emboldened me. Crawling up his leg, I dipped to kiss different spots and rub my cheek against his dark hair.

Nerves fluttered through me. This was an endeavor I’d never let myself fantasize about. I had no map for how to move forward. All I knew was I wanted to do this. My fingers tingledwith the anticipation of getting to know every inch of Roman’s flesh.

I moved, roving over the length of his legs, one then the other. I crawled past his cock, saving it for later, and dragged my nose along the ridge in the center of his abdomen.

“You smell like a meadow.” I inhaled his scent and sighed. “I love how you smell.”

His mouth tipped. “I’ll be sure to stock up on this soap.”

I splayed my palm on his chest, and the rat-tat-tat of his heart made me gasp. Was he nervous too? How could that be?

I moved my hand to kiss him there then up to the crook of his neck. “Even better here.”

“Hmmm.” His hum vibrated my lips, reminding me of room ten. I loved his hum even more than his scent.

I kissed him there again and nuzzled my lips against his pulse while my hands glided over his chest. My nails caught on his beaded nipples, eliciting a sharp inhale from him. I did it again and received the same reaction. That was a good spot for him. Retreating down his body, I used my mouth. I’d never done this before, but I flicked my tongue against his nipple the same way he did mine and watched his hands clench the sheets beneath them.

“Good?”

“Hell yes,” he answered, so effusive, I believed him completely.

I continued my exploration, crawling over and around him. Burying my face in his armpit and licking a line down his flank. Suckling his hip, tugging on the nest of hair around his cock. I rubbed the tops of his thighs then kneeled between them. My belly made it harder to position myself how I wanted, but I worked around it.

I trailed my fingertip along the seam of his sac to the underside.

Then lower.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He moved his legs a little farther apart. “Anything you want to touch is yours, Shira.”

“I want to touch everything,” I whispered.

“Please do, baby.”

I cupped his balls in my palm, caressing them while teasing him below with my other hand. His abs rippled, and bursts of breath escaped his lips. I wanted more from him, to see him writhe the same way he made me. Shifting on all fours, using his strong legs for balance, I lowered my mouth over him. I lapped at his sac and sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth.

When I moved lower still, licking the sensitive path to his valley and back up again, his fists jerked the sheets, and a feeling of power thrummed in my veins. Making this massive man shake was a feat, and I was doing it. The muscles in his thighs were trembling from his effort to force them to remain still.

To give him a small dose of relief, I reached up and circled my fingers around his length, slowly pumping as I continued my exploration.

“Jesus, Goldie. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, what are you doing to me?” he gritted out.

It was so good. He tasted fresh and hot on my tongue, his cock like silk in my palm. Impossibly hard, thick and pulsing. I longed for it, wanted it, but it would wait. I couldn’t squander this opportunity, and I wasn’t finished with him. Not yet.

I crawled up him, kissing him along the way until my breasts hung over his cock. The problem was, I couldn’t figure out how to squeeze them around him and balance myself.

“I need your help, Rome. Give me your hands.” He immediately complied, and I placed his huge hands on the sides of my breasts. “There. Perfect. Now push them together.”

Once he did, burying his cock between them, I rocked back and forth, fucking him with my breasts. For a moment, I got lostin watching how beautiful it looked, my soft enveloping his hard. Plush against steel. It was like we belonged, carnal and sexy, a match in opposites.

“God, Shira. You have to do this again when I can see. I know it’s the hottest thing.”

“It is,” I told him, emboldened by his praise. “Your cock is huge, but it’s getting lost between my tits.”

He practically whimpered. “Baby, I like when you give me filthy words with your sweet mouth. You’re killing me.”

I slid my hand over his torso until I reached his nipple, rolling it between my fingers. He groaned, his hips arching into me. I’dneverseen him this way. Panting for me, squirming, wanting. I’d been holding back by not giving in to my desire to touch him the way he touched me, and this desperation was the result. Roman had been needing this from me, and I hadn’t given it to him.

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