Page 13 of Loving Roman
“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he ducks his head and swipes his tongue from my opening to my clit, then swirls a tight circle around the bud; sending sparks firing through my blood and my hips jolting off the bed.
I’m so close to exploding already. It’s embarrassing. And unexpected.
As he slides a single finger inside me, I bite my lip to trap my moans in my throat and grip the comforter like my life depends on it to keep myself in place. What this man can do with his finger and tongue is beyond any experience to date, or maybe it seems that way because it’s been such a long time since I’ve done anything like this.
I’m losing control and don’t know what to hold on to in a bid to stay grounded. I release my death grip on the comforter and slip my fingers through Roman’s hair again. “Roman,” I murmur as I tighten my fingers in the strands, holding him to me as I push my hips higher.
Each muscle contracts and tightens from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as Roman’s touch grows more demanding, more frantic. I fear my body won’t be able to sustain the pressure and will explode into a million tiny pieces, and there’ll be nothing left of me. “Ooooh!”
There’s no way to stop the freight train that’s barreling toward me. Every muscle in my body locks tight, including my lungs, trapping my breath inside. A glittery halo rings my vision as my toes curl and I explode into a thousand shards of light. I shatter so completely that my muscles shudder violently, unlocking something inside me to fly free of my earthly body. I suck in a sharp breath and cry out Roman’s name with my release.
“Jesus, that was spectacular.” Roman’s gruff voice jolts me back to reality, and I open my eyes slowly, my lips spreading to grin shyly at him.
“That was …” Ishouldfeel mortified.
I don’t.
“Fucking incredible,” he finishes, his eyes wandering over my face in what appears to be awe.
I nod, using my hands to cover my face. I can’t believe I fellapart so quickly and so … I can’t even think of a word to describehowI fell apart. There are no words to describe the sensations my body experienced, let alone my mind and my heart.
Roman’s fingers peel my hands from my face, and I can smell my scent on them. “Don’t hide from me, Alice.” He waves a finger between us. “It’s just us here, and you have no reason to hide from me.” His words are so genuine, I have no trouble at all believing him. It’s just another way he’s encouraging me to let go.
He grips the bottom of my dress and dips his chin while raising an eyebrow in silent question. I nod and lift my arms to the ceiling, sucking my stomach in as best I can, but there’s no way to hide the extra tire that’s taken up residence around my middle no matter how much yoga I do or how many calories I deny myself.
At least my bra is halfway decent, with some lacy embellishment. He reaches behind me and unclasps the last stitch of clothing hiding me from him. My breasts sag an embarrassing amount, but the way his gaze burns a trail over me, you’d think I was a supermodel with perky breasts and a flat stomach. Neither of which I’ve had for some time.
And while my skin prickles under his lascivious gaze, I’m very aware I’m now stark naked while he’s still fully clothed. The imbalance of the situation is an awakening, and I shift forward, pinching the button of his jeans as I look up at him for permission. He nods sharply, sucking in a breath as I work to release his button and zipper over the hard bulge trapped behind the stiff fabric. As I lean forward to kiss his erection, a surge of power … no, it’s confidence I don’t remember ever feeling, washes over me at the knowledge thatI’mthe woman turning this man on.I’mthe one who’s made him this hard.
He pushes to his feet and toes off his shoes while I drag the denim over his slim hips, taking his boxer briefs down too. Hisheavy erection drops free and almost slaps my cheek. When I peer up to see if Roman noticed the almost mishap, his heated gaze freezes me in place. The look on his face tells me he likes the position we’re in, so I dig deep for my inner vixen and dart my tongue out to taste the pearly drop emerging from the tip of his penis.
His fingers slip into my hair, holding me gently as he nudges my lips, silently begging me. When I glance back up at him, the tension in his face urges me on. I can give him something in return for the pleasure he just gave me. It’s a heady notion to have a man like him at my mercy.
I’m so out of practice with this. With oral sex. With sex in general.
But determination is one of my strongest traits, and I’m determined to show Roman a good time and to enjoy this experience with him. So, I swipe my tongue across my lips, then slide my fingers around the base of his shaft and squeeze him lightly while reaching between his legs to massage his heavy sac, teasing him. If there’s one thing I remember, it’s that you don’t neglect a man’s testicles.
I’m rewarded with another pearly drop of his essence, so I lean in and swipe it with my tongue, then swallow the head of his dick and suck lightly. A groan rumbles through his body and he pushes his hips forward, sending his penis further into my mouth.
I bob my head back and forth, sucking and licking, feeling empowered as I watch Roman unravel.
“You suck my cock so well,” he grumbles, like he’s angry at the world.
His fingers tighten their grip around the strands of my hair, and the sensation creates a prickle of pain that travels down through my body, teases my nipples, and lands between my legs. Wetness coats the inside of my thighs, and I rub them together.
“Touch yourself.” Roman’s deep voice rumbles through the room, and my heart picks up the pace.
Am I really willing to expose myself so thoroughly to a stranger?I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, including my late husband. But when I dig deep into how I’m feeling right now, in this moment of sexual awakening, I know I want to please this man, so I slip my hand between my legs and tentatively touch my clit.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my scalp with his fingers.
I suck harder in response, causing his hips to thrust forward and my pride to step out of the darkness. Look at what I’m doing to this giant of a man. Increasing my strokes, I take him as far down my throat as I can and swallow around him.
He tosses his head back, the tendons in his neck straining in stark relief. I’m not sure when he lost his shirt, but my eyes follow the curves of his pecs, trace the dark hair between them and lower still over his soft stomach, noting the trail of hair leading down to his dick. His body glistens with sweat, and I know I’ve pushed him over the edge when his dick grows thicker and his hot essence fills my mouth.
“Fuuuck! Alice! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and I realize I stopped touching myself, so caught up in him and his pleasure as I pushed him over the cliff.
In the next moment, my back is pressed into the soft comforter and Roman is resting on his forearms above me. His mouth comes down on mine, caressing my lips with gentle strokes. His tongue swipes across the seam and his pelvis grinds into mine—he’s mostly soft now—dragging a moan up my throat. When he sweeps inside my mouth, I wonder if he can taste his own salty essence like I can taste mine—the combination of our mixed orgasm is heady. I spread my legs wide in invitation and grip his broad shoulders as I press up into him.
