Page 43 of Sinful Promise

His warm tongue touches my clit, brushing over it gently, then becoming more demanding, flicking it with more pressure than before. My desire increases. Pleasure reverberates through my body. The stimulation causes my blood to rush to the area. My lips swell in response. He sucks my clit and then slides his tongue into me.

“Oh,” I gasp as his tongue moves in and out. He massages my clit with a finger before sliding it inside of me. I lift my butt off the bed, grinding into his hand to get my fill. He surprises me when he pulls his finger out. I’m crushed. Is that it?

He adjusts himself slightly before thrusting two fingers inside me and massaging my nub with his thumb. I inhale in surprise and roll slightly to one side, writhing in pleasure.

My wetness gushes over his fingers. Ripples of pleasure spread over my body, and goosebumps pepper my arms. I have never experienced anything like this. It’s intoxicating how he pleasures my body. A tear slips from my eye. I’m overwhelmed with emotion, the very thing I told myself to fight. I’m his willing captive, held and spellbound, waiting for whatever comes next. My body betrays me.

I hear him open the drawer to the nightstand. Then he puts a shiny packet in his mouth and rips it with his teeth. A condom. He quickly rolls it over his hard cock.

I’m captured by the sight of his cock suspended over my pussy. He’s much larger than I imagined.

“It will hurt at first, but then it will feel good,” he assures me as he slides me into the middle of the bed and leans over to kiss me. I clasp his head between my hands.

He caresses my face and looks adoringly into my eyes. He must be a man capable of emotion because his eyes are filled with something other than contempt. I can’t hide my lust for him. He cups my neck and moves over me as I return his kisses. A fire of desire engulfs me as his fingers move down my body and slip into me. I’m immobilized, frozen. There’s no release for the desire that swells in every cell of my body. My mind is spinning, devoid of thought.

He pulls his fingers out, and something thicker takes their place. He gently pushes the head of his cock inside me.

“This part will hurt,” he warns as he breaks through the only barrier between us. I cry out as my walls stretch to accommodate his girth. My eyes sprout tears of pleasure or pain. I’m not sure which.

He cups my butt cheeks and slowly pushes his way in, so deep that I gasp. I’m full inside. I close my eyes and let my body take over. He pulls out and plunges back again, this time easily, and we start to move together naturally as he slides his thick cock into me repeatedly.

He changes position and moves in a methodical rhythm. I relax as the pleasure builds. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, hugging him as we move together. We’re just the two of us on a wave, and it’s nirvana.

He lifts his head, his neck strains, and his back arches. I move a hand to his chest and grab his chest hair, pulling on it. He pumps me again and again as my pleasure rises to new heights. He fills me. My walls constrict around him. Blood thumps so loudly in my ears that I’m afraid I will die of a heart attack if I don’t get a release soon.

I’m ready to explode, and with one final thrust, he pushes me over the edge and into sweet oblivion.

“Ahhhh.” I cry out for as long as the euphoria lasts. I’m in another world, suspended in time. My nails dig into his shoulders. My insides feel slick as I squirt juices over the head of his cock.

It doesn’t take long for Roman’s moans to fill the room. His body shudders, and he buries his head in my neck. When he’s finished, he holds me before rolling to the side and slipping the condom off. He stands and disappears to dispose of it.

I watch him as he returns to me. His face is tan from our day on the water, and the tattoo on his collarbone is prominent.

“How do you feel?” he asks as he lays beside me and drapes an arm over my hips.

“Good. It hurt.”

“Sorry about that. There’s no way around it. And the good part?”

“Oh.” My face flushes with embarrassment. “It was incredible. I never knew it could be that way.”

“Hm, it gets even better. There are endless possibilities, and every time you come, it feels different.”

“Really?”

He nods, tracing a circle around my navel with his finger. “As long as you have an attentive lover, it will always be an adventure.”

“It’s like taking a trip and never leaving the bedroom.”

“Kind of. And I hope you never lose your adventurous spirit.”

“Am I adventurous? I’ve never been anywhere. How can I be adventurous?”

“Because you take chances even if they scare you. Not everyone can do that. How many people dare to run away on their wedding day and leave the groom standing at the altar with his dick in his hand?”

I chuckle. The image of Andrian with his dick in his hand amuses me. Roman is right, it was scary, but I did it anyway. I never stopped to consider that it took courage.

“Hm. But what if he finds me?”

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