Page 14 of Loving Roman
Have I ever been this aroused?
“Roman,” I murmur, my voice dripping with hot need.
He takes his time, worshiping my mouth as we grind together. I trace the plains of his back with my fingers, getting acquainted with his body. The kiss is slow and lingers for longer than I expect. It’s tough to stay in the moment, wondering what he’s going to do next.How long does he plan to just kiss like this? Will he get hard again? Does he want sex? Or is he satisfied this time around and he’ll be on his way? I mean, we’ve both orgasmed, and that’s always the goal, right?
I wish I could turn off my brain … I’m so out of my element.
I wrap my calves around him, pressing my feet into the backs of his, urging him to do something.Anything. I need this pulsing ache he’s created in me to dissipate, but with him on top of me, kissing me like I’m the beginning and end of everything, it just grows more insistent.
He grinds his now semi-hard penis into me and pulls away a little, his eyes tracing every inch of my face. “Is this okay?”
I nod. “Mmhm.” I relax a little, knowing he’s still turned on and maybe he can help with this ache he’s building inside of me.
One side of his mouth ticks up. “Don’t lie to me. You need more?”
My eyes widen involuntarily, giving me away, and I glance to the left, unable to maintain eye contact with this man who seems to know me so well after only spending two days together.How is that even possible?
He pinches my chin between his fingers, guiding my face back to his, and shakes his head. “Don’t hide from me, remember?” His eyebrows rise as he finishes his statement, which comes out more like a question.
All I can do is respond with a curt nod. I swallow against the thickness in my throat, unsure how to handle his intensity. “Sorry,” I murmur. What I’m sorry for, I don’t understand, but I feel an apology is in order.
“No need for apologies. Tell me what you want. What you need.”
A flush works its way up to my cheeks, and suddenly my face feels too hot and my skin too tight. I’ve never been one to ask for what I want in the bedroom. I’m not sure I know how. But this stranger, whom I won’t see after this week, is giving me the opportunity to shed my normal behavior and try something different.
I peer up at him, noting the patience in his gorgeous warm eyes. His thumb strokes the hair at my temple with a gentle caress as he gives me the space to work through my thoughts. I push upward, pressing my lips to his. “Kiss me until I can’t breathe and fuck me until I can’t think,” I murmur on a breath, unashamed of my brazen request. Where I find this brazenness is beyond me, but I hope it gets me what I want.
His lips spread in a smile. “It will be my pleasure.”
9
–roman–
I’mno expert on women, but I sense the monumental shift in Alice as she spoke her request. She’s a good girl. The woman who lets—or maybe needs—the man to take the lead, and I’m more than happy to pick up what she’s putting down.
I balance on my knees, then slide Alice further up the bed until her head lands on the cloud-like pillow. I have to give this inn extra points for its bedding—it’s sublime. Once I lay her down like an offering, I press down, ensuring she can feel that I’m semi-hard for her. For as long as it’s been for me since I last had sex, I get the feeling it’s been longer for her, and if I only get her for a few days; I plan to make every moment as memorable as possible.
I’m glad we explored a lot yesterday and today, because I know I won’t want to leave this room until it’s time to go home.
Cupping her cheek, I drop my lips to hers and continue our kiss. She eagerly opens for me, twisting her tongue with mine. I capture her sweet sighs and lose myself in the taste of me on her tongue. I take my time with her, lavishing her with affection, grinding our bodies together until the build-up becomestoo great and our need for each other can no longer be ignored.
I kiss my way down to her jawline and further still, planting open-mouth kisses along her throat, feeling her pulse pounding beneath her skin. Licking and kissing, I find my way to her breast and pay extra attention to her peaked nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard bud. I twist her other nipple and she moans, writhing beneath me. Swapping sides, I pay her other nipple the same attention.
“That feels so good, but I need more,” she whispers.
I blindly find the box I threw onto the bed, and we work together to slip a condom over my erection, sheathing my cock. Alice ensures its secure, then guides me to her opening. I tease her a little, but neither of us has the patience to play right now. I push in a little and moan at the sensation of her tight heat surrounding me. Pulling my hips back, I pause, soaking up the moment, then push in a little further.
Alice’s whimper captures my attention, and I pull back to check on her, finding her eyebrows pinched. “You okay?” I murmur, stroking her hair away from her face to give me an unobstructed view.
She opens her eyes, and the darkness that greets me steals my breath and stalls my heart. “Yeah, just a little uncomfortable. It’s uh … been a while and I’ve gone dry.” Her cheeks flush, and she drops her gaze.
My heart sinks. She’s no longer turned on, and I feel as if I’ve misread her cues.
Is she not as in the moment as I assumed she was?I pull out of her completely and tip up her chin. “You okay? We can stop if you don’t want this.”
She shakes her head from side to side and squeezes her eyes closed. “It’s not that I don’t want this.” Well, that’s a relief. “It’s my body.”
It takes me a moment, but I realize what she’s not saying. Ineed to take more time to build her back up, not act like a fumbling teenager out for my own pleasure. I was in such a hurry to get inside her I assumed she was as ready as I was.
