Elenie tensed.
“I don’t... I’ve never—Roman, let me—” When she pressed her legs together and reached for him instead, he lifted his head. His eyes were intense, his pupils huge and drug-dazed.
“I want to make this good for you, sweetheart. Your pleasure comes first. You come first. Let me do this for you.”
And, oh God—that feeling! Of being seen. Of being wanted. Of being worshipped. It spread through her like sunlight between November clouds and he almost tipped her over the peak with his words alone.
A small sob escaped Elenie’s lips as she submitted completely. Her thighs parted. Knees spreading, she opened herself up for him. Roman groaned, pressing his mouth to the hollow of her hip. She could feel his breath against her center. And then his tongue swept over her, staggeringly intimate, achingly tender.
Her breath came in gasps, her hands fisting in the bedsheets. She was a writhing mass of need and want. With iron control, he tasted her and teased her. Every upstroke was silken. Every downstroke, ragged. The light stubble on his jaw left trails of fire on Elenie’s inner thighs. His hands bit into her hips, taut with focus and possession. Each time she nearly fell, he paused and drew back.
“I’m not finished.” His voice was rough and unsteady. He traced her folds with his tongue, over and over, until finally she begged him. Then Roman’s fingers pressed back inside her, his mouth hot and insistent. The stretch was too intense. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he said finally. “Come for me now.”
With a cry, Elenie shattered and broke under his touch, her climax fueled by the vibrations of satisfaction that hummed on his tongue. He lapped at her until her body stopped shaking and her vision cleared. She tugged on his hair to lift his head.
Roman’s body was rigid as he shifted to kneel above her, a light sheen of sweat covering his skin. “I need to be inside you,” he told her hoarsely.
She nodded, hips lifting in invitation. “Yes.”
He reached for the condom, tore open the foil, and rolled it swiftly onto himself with purposeful hands. A whimper broke from Elenie’s throat at the sight; she’d never seen anything so erotic. Roman centered his weight over her until they were chest to chest, his cock hot and heavy between her thighs. When he pressed into her, inch by unhurried inch, she gasped. He sank deeper, his lips bumping her temple. Unintelligible words fell from his mouth. Stretched around him, gloriously full, Elenie’s breath panted from her lips.
“So good. You feel so good,” he murmured into her hair.
Roman began to move and she could swear her eyes rolled. His biceps under her fingers felt like rock. The friction, both friend and foe, spiraled them higher and higher, almost painful, wonderfully tender, the center of everything. Slow strokes, juddering breaths. He was the heat of the sun, burning her up from the inside out. Consuming her, one thrust at a time.
One hand slid to her ass, fingers gripping her cheek, as he buried himself further with each roll of his hips. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his thighs and pulled him even closer. Her ankles crossed, encasing him in a prison of eager limbs, and the change in position was the undoing of them both.
“Fuck! Jesus Christ, Elenie.” Roman ground the words out, nostrils flaring. “I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t.” It sounded like a sob. “Don’t hold on!”
He came with a hoarse cry and a series of shuddering pulses which shook his body and sent her free-falling into her own blissful climax. She tightened around him as they clung together, riding crashing waves which stole their breath and all their words.
Roman rested his forehead on hers, his chest heaving, body still trembling with aftershocks. He pressed hot, slow kisses to her mouth. “That was incredible. You turn me inside out.”
When he tried to lift some of his weight, Elenie gripped her wobbly legs around him and pulled him back down.
“No, no, no,” she sighed. “You need to stay here forever.”
Chapter 36
Roman
He rasped out a laugh and compromised by rolling onto his side, catching his breath at the slide of skin on sensitive skin as she moved with him.
“You won’t say that when I’ve squashed you like strawberry jelly.” His voice sounded shaky to his own ears. Roman felt her laugh against his skin and a wide smile spread across his own mouth. “Damn, Elenie. I wanted that to take twice as long, but you blew my mind. I was hoping to impress you with my incredible stamina and lothario moves.”
Elenie tipped her chin to look up at him. Her gray eyes shone in the afternoon sun and Roman’s heart turned over. “Count me impressed,” she told him. “Lotharios are not to be trusted. I’d rather put my faith in the new chief of police.”
Her grin was infectious. He would happily lie here for hours and just look at her face. With the echoes of his climax still tingling in his muscles, he already wanted her again. He was officially sunk.
“I’d better head for the bathroom.” Sliding unwillingly out from under her, Roman stood up from the bed. He didn’t mind a bit when Elenie’s eyes followed him. “Back in a moment.”
He dealt with the condom in seconds and paused in the doorway of the bedroom. She lay stretched out on top of the quilt, the look on her face shy but unselfconscious. He ran his gaze over her body.
“I may have mentioned it before, but you are absolutely stunning.” Roman crossed to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll probably keep telling you and your head will get huge and you’ll be all cocky and unbearable and everyone will get fed up with you. But I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself.”
She sat up and pulled her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her beautiful breasts disappeared from sight and he frowned automatically.