Page 5 of Freed
~Three~
ALANNAH
When Roman slid my panties down my legs, I tried to push back the thoughts that were running through my mind.This was it. No turning back, unless I wanted to live without his touch.Taking a deep breath and counting to ten did nothing to tame the anxiety I had. I had a choice to make and only a minute to make it. Pulling him closer, I could feel the peaks of my nipples rub against his muscular chest. The excitement was there, and so was the danger of flipping out just as I had so many times before.
Pressing my lips harder to his, I crushed any insecurities I had. Roman broke the kiss and bit my lower lip before moving down my body. The weight of my breasts pressed against his mouth as he caressed the nipple gently before moving on. His pit stop left me wanting more, and that was just what he continued giving me.More, more, don’t ever stop.Roman knew just what to do, taking my self-doubt with every kiss he placed on my body. When he lifted his head, my eyes were on him, wondering why he stopped. “I am going to devour your sweet pussy, Lanie. You won’t ever forget how good I am going to make you feel.”
My head fell to my pillow, and the words he had spoken made me want him even more. All my life, men had taken control of me, but with Roman, it was different. Instead of dreading it, I welcomed it. My breath hitched when his tongue darted out and made circles around my clit. He made every effort to give it the attention it needed by sucking and kissing the sensitive nub. “God, you taste so good, Lanie. I could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
His confession made me even wetter if that was possible. Raking my hands through his thick hair, I held on to him, holding him in place to continue his exploration of my most womanly parts. His tongue was magic, and when he dipped it inside my entrance, my orgasm came with a thundering crash. When Roman finished drinking my juices, he pushed to his knees and lifted my hips from the bed. He worked his pants with one hand while the other held me in place. More than anything, I wanted him embedded deep inside me. With one thrust, he pushed inside me, lifting me higher as he plunged deeper inside my wet heat. It was surreal as he filled me completely, stretching me wider than I thought possible. I was dangling on the edge, and his words made it harder to hold back. “Your release belongs to me. You will come only on my command.”
Biting my lower lip, I did everything I could to think about anything to hold back my imminent release. I shut my eyes and tightly gripped the soft comforter between my fingers. His voice was sweet surrender when he said, “Come, baby.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. My juices coated his cock, and with only a few thrusts, his mingled with mine as I squeezed every drop from him. Every emotion that I kept inside shared a ride with my release, and the woman I was supposed to be returned.
Just the sound of our breaths could be heard as we stayed connected. I was unable to move, so still that I might have been sedated. Roman pulled away and rose to his feet to leave. He must have seen my disappointment because he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, giving me the most passionate kiss I ever had.
♥ ♥ ♥
I was sad to see Roman leave, but it did give me a chance to compose myself. Tears fell, but luckily for me, they mixed with the hot water, and other than the whimpers I held in, there was no evidence that what had taken place had affected me in more ways than one. I was broken, but somehow Roman found a way to put me back together again.
After rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair, thankful that Roman decided to shower in his room, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry myself. Steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, fogging the large mirror above the vanity. It had been several days since I took a good look at myself, and even though Consuela assured me that the scars were barely noticeable, I couldn’t bring myself to look. Maybe it was time. Just as she had said, the scars were barely visible. If only the memory would disappear.
There was a light tap at the door, and I quickly pulled my jeans on. “Hold on, I’m coming.”
Roman was on the other side of the door, dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a white button-down shirt. He could make any woman’s mouth water, but I was glad it was me standing before him. My tongue grazed my upper lip, and a devilish smirk was plastered on his face. “We will be leaving for Portland in the morning, and I don’t want you to spend your last day in Vegas cooped up inside the house. I thought we would take a trip downtown.”
“That would be wonderful. Are you sure it will be okay?” I inquired, concerned about Roman’s adamancy about keeping me safe.
“No one knows we’re here, and maybe I have been a little overprotective.”
Swinging my arms around his neck, I squeezed him tightly, only to back away once I realized I might have squeezed him too tight. “Sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for expressing how you feel, Lanie. I want you to feel comfortable without worrying about your every move.”
Roman brushed his hand along my cheek, reassuring me that I wouldn’t be punished for what I did. When he held out his hand, I confidently took it. Given everything that I was taught, there would always be a part of me that would be on guard. The last thing I wanted was to do something wrong and get punished for it.
