"Need you," I confess, every muscle in my body tense and begging for release.
"I know," he says with a toying smile, and then his fingers are just gone.
"Roman, if you—"
He smiles, pressing a too-quick kiss to my lips before he pulls the blanket over his head and begins to slide down my body.
It's mere seconds before he pulls up the t-shirt of his I'm wearing and the warmth of his mouth is wrapped around the tip of my breast. If it weren't for the weight of his body on mine, I swear I'd float away with pleasure.
The noises he makes, the pleasure he isn't afraid to express as he explores my body with his mouth drive me insane. It ratchets up my need and makes me ache for release.
My mouth is open, incapable of sound by the time his warm breath is skating over the skin of my belly button, and I jerk periodically when he nips at my skin. The teeth are gone, and he's nothing but lips and tongue by the time he makes his way lower, and I spread my legs at the insistence of his hands when he presses his palms against my thighs.
Iknow it has to be dark under there. There's barely any light coming into the room from outside, but it doesn't seem to be a problem for his aim.
His lips lock around my clit, his firm hands holding me in place when my hips buck with the suction.
I swear, with the noises he's making, he's enjoying this as much, if not more, than I am. No, that can't be true. There's no way it's better for him than it is for me because the man is a fucking magician with his mouth.
I don't even bother fighting the urge to come. There's no way I can be embarrassed by it. Hell, I should be proud I didn't explode against his mouth the second he put it on me.
"Roman!" I yell, realizing a little too late that someone might hear exactly what we're doing in here right now, but other than Eli, I don't imagine it would be an issue for anyone else in the house.
He doesn't stop. He doesn't pause. He doubles down on the suction, and when two of those very talented fingers come into play, pressing just an inch or so inside of me, I lose my mind. My body convulses so hard I feel like I'm going to get a Charlie horse in my spine, but it doesn't stop the orgasm. It doesn't stop the convulsions and clenching of my core.
"Fuck me," he says once it's over.
The cold air hits me. and I screech when he sits up abruptly, pulling the covers off me completely.
"Are you insane?" I snap, trying to reach for the blankets.
"Did you see what you've done?" he asks, pointing between my legs.
My entire face flames with embarrassment when I look down and see the wet mess I've made on his mattress.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter, holding my hands up to cover my face.
"Sorry? Are you fucking serious? The best fucking day of my life."
He climbs off the bed, but instead of going to the bathroom to get a towel to help clean up the mess, he opens his bedside table, pulling out an unopened box of condoms.
He tears into it with his teeth like a rabid animal, his eyes locked on me the entire time.
"I need to clean this up. I can't believe I did that," I say as I lower one foot to the floor.
"Get off the bed, and I'll fuck you on the floor," he growls before ripping a condom from the strand and opening it with his teeth.
My insides turn to jelly at the sight of him rolling the latex down his thick and ready cock.
"Wanna make love to you," he says as he inches closer to me. "Wanna hold you, fuck into you nice and slow. Wanna take my time and make you come over and over and over before following you over the edge."
"I want that too," I whisper as he covers me with his body.
"That's not what's going to happen right now," he says, his mouth right next to my ear as he lifts one leg and urges it up high on his hip. The other leg follows, leaving me splayed open for him. "Right now, I need to fuck you just to take the edge off."
"Okay," I readily agree, because I'm down for whatever. No matter how it happens, I know he's going to make it really, really good for me.
Before I can say another word, his hips shift back and he stabs forward, sinking his cock to the base inside of me.