Page 34 of Loving Roman
And with panting breaths, our movements become more frantic, desperate to reach the point of no return.
With eyes locked, rich chocolate to blue, our union goes beyond the physical compatibility we share—its soul deep, burning from the inside out.
His grunts and my moans as the door rattles with our movements fill the space of my small home, driving me higher. It’s so hot that he couldn’t wait to have me—I’m not evenmildly upset that my hair and makeup are probably ruined. Instead, I feel empowered that little old me could drive this giant of a man to the brink of desperation, that he had to have me right at this moment. Against my front door, no less.
His hand snakes down between us, his fingers seeking and finding … rubbing my clit in precise circles. Currents race through my body, and my internal walls begin to squeeze his length. I pull away from his lips to take in much-needed oxygen and tighten my hold on his hair to ground myself in the moment.
“Oh yeah, fucking strangle my dick!” His words send a puff of warm air across my cheek.
Turning my head, I take his mouth again, brushing my tongue across his lips. I’m growing frantic for the release building in my core, my heartbeat rocketing into the stratosphere. Roman’s skin is red with exertion, sweat trickling down his temple. The pulse at the base of his throat pounds a fast rhythm that matches my own. Looking into his eyes, the link between us burns through me and, holding my breath, my body ignites, muscles tensing and constricting as white light bursts across my vision.
“Ooooh, fuuuuuck!” His breath warms my cheek, then his lips cover mine. Lacking the finesse of before, our tongues thrust against each other in time with our hips. His dick thickens and lengthens even more, and I feel it pulse as he fills the condom. He pushes himself as far inside me as possible, holding himself deep as his orgasm takes over.
Our eyes find each other and lock.
The honesty shining back at me unfurls something inside, and my emotions swell. Blinking rapidly, I close my eyes to keep the welling tears at bay.
Roman kisses each eyelid tenderly. “What’s wrong, Tesoro? Was I too rough?” His voice is thick with concern for my well being and when I open my eyes, his features are drenched inworry. He clears his throat, swallowing repeatedly as he awaits my answer.
My heart pounds like a drum, and I’m worried it’s going to crack a rib. “It was perfect.Youwere perfect. My emotions got the better of me because I feel our connection so deeply.”
His breath gushes out in a rush as his shoulders drop. A slow smile forms, and he moves in, pressing his stretched lips to mine. I join him in the moment, enjoying his happiness and mine. Our smiles mirror each other. Roman pulls back slightly. “You’re the perfect one, Alice,” he whispers, and for long moments we study each other closely, like we’re trapped in a spell.
I cover his heart with my hand, and I feelhim. I feel what’s deep down inside his heart.
This man was meant for me.
The revelation strikes me hard.
I knew when we first met that he was special and that he could very easily make his way inside my heart. Even though we only spent a few days together, it felt as if I’d known him much longer because our bond was strong from the beginning. Reconnecting with him like this solidifies those initial feelings.
As much as I tried to put space between us over this past month, it didn’t work. I thought about him constantly and wanted to pick up the phone to talk to him. I wanted to share my day and my thoughts with him. For the first time in a long time, I craved the company of a man.
“What’s going on inside here, Tesoro?” He taps the side of my head lightly, catching my eyes with his.
“Just thinking about how well we fit together and how strong our connection is. I feel as though we’ve known each other a lot longer than we have, and I find I really like this feeling of closeness to you.”
“I like it too.” He slides out of me slowly, wincing as hedoes. “A lot.” Pulling me away from the door, he walks through my house. “Bathroom?”
“Keep going. It’s at the end of the hall.”
Still holding me, he uses one hand to swipe the fallen items on my vanity to the side, then gently places me on the edge. He pulls my underwear down my legs and off my body, pushes my dress up to my hips, and groans as his eyes land on my pussy. I’m certain it must be red and swollen after what we just did against my front door. He disposes of his condom and drops to his knees in front of me; his shoulders wedging between my thighs as he dives in. His talented tongue delves into my opening, lapping at my juices.
“Mmmhm. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out for days.”
My body tightens, and I moan at his words. I’ve never been spoken to in such a way during sex before. I never knew what I was missing.
Blindly, I bring one hand up to his head and slide my fingers through his silky strands to grip a handful of hair. It’s not as long as it was, but there’s still enough length to hold on to. Holding his face to my pussy, I roll my hips, balancing on the countertop with my other hand so I can move in time with his ministrations.
Two fingers push inside me and stroke my G-spot as his tongue and teeth tantalize my clit.This man certainly knows how to please a woman. He runs his other finger through my moisture and then breaches my other hole, surprising the hell outta me. Without taking his eyes from mine, he slides his fingers in and out of both holes simultaneously—treating me to sensations beyond my comprehension. His skill pushes me close to the edge quickly, even though I came a few short minutes ago.
Moaning at the sensations building inside me like a freight train, he bites my clit and I explode, tightening my thighs around his head. My heart pounds out of control, and I’mworried it’s going to crash through my ribs. As my orgasm ends, he slows his fingers and kisses my pussy as though it’s the most precious gift in the world. Ever so gently, he removes his fingers, licking my cum from them as though it’s a decadent treat. Every single time I’ve been intimate with Roman, he puts my pleasure first, showing me how important I am to him, and tonight is no different.
Standing, he uses warm water to wet a washcloth and begins tenderly wiping me clean. His jeans are still below his ass, and his thick cock is standing proudly, seeking my attention. Once he’s finished tending to me, he washes his hands thoroughly and moves to redress, but I stop his movements. Dropping to my knees, I take his dick in hand.
“Tesoro, you don’t have to?—”
I take him all the way to the back of my throat in one smooth action, cutting his words off mid-sentence. He tastes like latex andhim. His hand immediately grabs a fistful of my hair as he attempts to remove himself from my mouth, but I shake my head from side to side, refusing to budge. Looking up at him, I implore him with my eyes to allow me to finish. His grip loosens, and he massages the area before cupping the back of my head reverently, directing me where he wants my mouth.
