Page 126 of Catch Me
“Maybe.”
“You’d better include yourself in it and send it to me.”
I breathed a laugh before I lowered the rest of the way onto his dick. A little growl rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands settled on my ass.
“Rock forward,” he said.
Raising up, I did as he said, then repeated the motion on the way down. My breaths stuttered each time I moved my hips like that.
“Do you know how hot you are?” he asked.
“Do you?”
He sat up the rest of the way and used both of his hands to hold onto the backs of my thighs. He guided my movements, and I quickened my pace, wanting more of this feeling. I tucked my face into the side of his neck as I released sound after sound—moans, gasps, groans, and words that probably weren’t even real words.
His lips were at my ear, and I hung on everything that came out of them. A lot of what he said were compliments. He told me he loved the way I sounded and how my ass felt around his dick. My body was perfect and he wanted me to feel good. He loved touching me and he was dying to see my face when I came.
When he kissed behind my ear, I lifted my head to look at him. His cheeks were slightly pink and his eyes were dilated. This was absolutely an image I needed to memorialize.
Reaching between us, he brushed his thumb over the tip of my dick.
“God,” I breathed. “Do that again.”
My body jolted and my ab muscles tightened. He thrust his hips upward, driving himself into me hard. The way he groaned was enough to make my dick twitch in his grasp. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my orgasm hit me, making stars burst behind my eyes. It couldn’t be real, this feeling that took control of my entire body and even my mind.
He continued to fuck my ass as my cum hit both of our torsos, and his movements drew out my pleasure to the point that it might fucking end me.
When he grabbed my throat, my first instinct was to get his hand off of me, but he used it to bring me closer. With his lips on mine, I forgot about the urge to fight him off. He stopped kissing me but kept his mouth in place while a deep, throaty sound escaped him. Wrapping an arm around me, he crushed me against his chest as his dick swelled inside of me.
“Roman,” he murmured. “Mm. Fuck.”
I grabbed either side of his face and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kept kissing for a long time, only breaking away when I started to yawn.
“You’re sleeping here,” he said.
At this point, I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.
Despite my protest, he insisted on making sure the sex hadn’t hurt me. His touch was incredibly gentle as he checked me out and cleaned the lube off of me. It was almost more intimate than the sex, and it made me feel closer to him by the time he was satisfied.
The shower was something I refused to do together. I needed that little moment to myself, yet even as I tried to clear my head beneath the spray, all I could think about was him.
Once I laid in bed, he pulled me flush against him and kissed me softly. “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”
“About noon,” I replied.
“You’ll be tired when you get on the plane.”
“I’m always tired.”
“Maybe you’ll sleep well with me holding you and Tessa lying on your feet.”
I laughed as I trailed my fingers over his ribs. “Yeah, maybe I will.”
“Can I take you to breakfast in the morning?”
My first thought was that somebody could see us, but we were in Georgia. Nobody knew me here. They might recognize him, though. What if someone took a picture or something?
“We don’t have to,” he went on.
