Page 12 of Loving Roman
The doors slide open, and I grip her hand, tugging her forward, but she takes over, guiding me to her room, which turns out to be directly beneath mine. I lean in close when we reach her door and feather soft kisses along her exposed shoulder and up the side of her throat. Her hands shake as she pulls the keycard from her small purse, so I take it from her and unlock her door, guiding her inside with my hands on her wide hips. She drops her purse on the console and spins to face me as I place the do not disturb sign on the door and twist the lock, then toss the condoms and lube across the room to her bed.
Alice’s hand flutters up to her throat, and I watch it bob with her nervousness. “I … I just wanted to tell you I’ve never done anything like this before.” My eyes widen without guidance from me. “I mean, I … I’ve had sex before … I have a son, after all. I mean, I don’t”—she waves her hands around, gesturing to the room—“I don’t normally bring men I’ve only just met back to my room. I …”—her hand flutters up to her throat again, a nervous habit maybe—“I haven’t been with anyone since my husband.”
I take a step back as some of my lust dissipates with herwords. We agreed not to share too much of ourselves, but now I’m wondering how long ago she was with her husband and why they’re no longer together because even in the short time I’ve known Alice, I’m already struggling with the idea of letting her go at the end of the week. I can’t imagine ever letting her go if we were to spend an extended amount of time together.
She wrings her hands together and takes a step closer. “I just wanted you to know this is unusual behavior for me.”
I close the distance between us and smile softly as I tuck her silky hair behind her ear. “I already knew you weren’t the kind of woman to invite random men into your bed.” I bend my knees a little to capture her gaze fully. “This is also not my usual behavior, hence the stop at the pharmacy.”
We both chuckle at our situation and our confessions. Her shoulders relax, as do mine. I can’t resist leaning in to press my mouth to hers. Her body melts against me in an instant, and I reach up to cup her face as she opens to welcome me inside. And just like that, my lust returns like an inferno burning through my veins, urging me to take her. Tilting her face up to mine, I deepen the kiss, tasting the wine she drank with dinner and the raspberry cheesecake she enjoyed for dessert.
She whimpers softly and presses her body to mine as if she wants to climb inside me. I smooth my hands down each side of her neck and across her shoulders as I worship her mouth with passionate strokes of my tongue. Skimming the sides of her breasts, I keep moving until I grip her voluptuous ass, then lift her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, ensuring not even a breath of space remains between us. And I wish it could always be like this between us.
Lips and tongues dance in tandem, creating sparks in my blood and sending it thrumming through my body like electricity shooting from the sky. My heart beats against my sternum in a rhythm that makes me dizzy and needy at the same time. Alice grinds down on my hard cock, moaning whenshe makes contact. My balls are heavy, and my dick is working double time to break through my zipper.
Fuck. This will all be over before we start if she keeps that up—it’s been too long. I tear my mouth from hers, and her name falls from my lips on a plea. I’m not sure what I’m asking, but I need to slow things down so I don’t embarrass myself. I may have experienced a significant dry spell, but Idoremember the lady I’m with should always come first.
With heavy breaths leaving our lips, we peer at each other through the thick blanket of desire wrapped around us. I drop my forehead to hers, prepared to lay my vulnerabilities at her feet. “It’s been a while for me, but I remember the etiquette surrounding moments like these.” I look at her pointedly, noting the shallow breaths falling across my skin. “My lady always comes first, and if you keep grinding your beautiful body against mine, I can’t be held responsible for the result.” A gorgeous blush paints her cheeks pink, and she dips her chin, stealing her gaze from mine.
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–alice–
He makesme feel like a young woman whose beauty hasn’t yet been stolen by time. It’s the most precious gift he could have given me.
Carrying me across the cozy room, he tosses me onto the bed. My butt lands on the edge and I bounce a little, a giggle escaping. Roman pushes my legs apart to make room for his large body, and he drops to his knees. I rest my forearms over his broad shoulders, threading my fingers through the soft hair at his nape. Our eyes find each other, and we share a long, silent moment that somehow deepens our connection. The heat in his warm brown gaze squeezes my heart for a few seconds, and I honestly can’t believe I caught the eye of a man as handsome and as ‘good’ as him.
His large hands glide along my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake and pushing the skirt of my sundress upward on their journey. With our heads dipped close, we follow the pathway with our eyes, anticipation building for what comes next. I press my thighs against his hips, eager for what’s about to happen, and Roman’s eyes snap up to mine. A smirk teaseshis lips. “Tell me what I’m allowed to do to you, because I have so many ideas running through my mind.”
Heat explodes through my body like a volcano. “Everything,” I murmur, my breaths coming faster. The realization that I would let this almost stranger do anything to my body is shocking. I’ve always been a rule follower. I’ve always needed structure and often hold on to societal expectations with white-knuckle force. This is so out of character for me, but I feel safe with Roman.
Cherished, adored, respected.
I want to explore everything with him. Maybe because I know this isn’t a relationship as such and won’t go anywhere, I can allow myself to let go.
His hands move higher, pushing my dress above my hips and exposing my cotton panties. I wasn’t prepared for something like this, and I flush at the thought of him seeing me in all my glory. There’s nothing tidy about the area he’s about to expose. I hope he likes his womenau naturel, because that’s exactly what he’s going to get.
He bites his bottom lip as his heated gaze drops to my panties. Running the back of his finger along the panel between my legs, he sucks in a sharp breath. Even I can feel how wet the fabric is. Relief fills my body that I’m wet—I wasn’t sure it would happen. I’ve read a heap of lists outlining the symptoms of perimenopause, and dryness during sex makes every single one.
Perimenopause is a bitch, and my body has been all over the place for the last couple of years, so I wasn’t sure what to expect since I have yet to be in this situation. But this wetness means I can relax and enjoy the experience.
“Is this all for me?” His eyes dance up to mine, the cliché question hanging in the air between us. He doesn’t need me to answer that. Heknowsit’s all for him, but I get the sense he wants me to answer just the same.
“Yes,” I breathe, the heated flush to my cheeks deepening.
He slips his fingers between mine and draws my hand toward his zipper, pressing my palm against the large bulge hidden behind it. “Feel what you’ve done to me?” he asks, his voice full of gravelly need. He releases my hand and wraps my fingers over the bulge, encouraging me to squeeze. “That’s all for you.”
He dips between my legs, dislodging my hand from him, and drags his nose along the plain cotton panel, drawing in a deep breath. The scruff on his cheeks scrapes along my inner thighs, adding to the sensations he’s building inside me.
Oh, my god. That’s so sexy.
“You smell so damn good.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through my core, heating my blood and making my clit pulse.
My panties grow wetter with each second he caresses me through the practical material. My hips nudge forward without guidance from me, seeking more friction, and he chuckles against me, the heat of his breath hitting me rightthere. A moan climbs up my throat, and I drop my head back as I slide my fingers through his soft hair to hold him to me.
A masculine groan rumbles against me as his fingers tug at each side of my underwear. I raise my hips to allow him to remove them, exposing my lower half completely. He looks at me like he’s never seen a woman’s pubic area before, then uses his fingers to spread my lips apart. His expression morphs, and lust drips from his features as he teases my clit lightly while watching intently.
Arching my back, I moan at the exquisite feeling. The tease of his fingers and what’s to come sends a thrill through me.
