Page 78 of By Any Other Name

My mouth falls open and my head falls back against the wall as he fills me, the sudden fullness and the size of him almost overwhelming. His head falls forward into my neck and for a moment, neither of us move. The only sound is our breathing, the water pouring down against the marble, and my heart pounding in my ears in time to his cock pulsing inside me. The steam rises around us, and I blink, droplets of water landing on my face. Our gazes meet, and for a moment my breath is stuck.

Then, the moment breaks.

Roman pulls out of me and slams back in, harder this time. I moan, my back arching as he hammers into me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, desperate for more friction, more speed, more everything.

Roman reaches between us again, rubbing two fingers over my clit as I writhe and grind against him. “Yeah, like that,” he says. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

I whimper, bouncing harder, using the wall for leverage. Heat builds in my core, and my pussy clenches, a strangled cry threatening to escape from my mouth. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from screaming.

“What have I told you about covering your mouth, Juliette?” Roman growls.

“I’m not!” I say indignantly.

“Close enough. I want to hear you come. I need to hear it. Don’t deprive me of my favorite sound.”

My eyes widen, and if possible, I grow even wetter.Good gods.“Well, you’re going to have to work for it, then.”

He leans over and turns off the shower. “Come on.”

Roman deposits me onto the middle of his bed, towel and all.

“We’re wet,” I complain.

“We’re witches,” he says reasonably.

Before I can make any further comment, he falls to his knees, grabbing my calves and dragging me toward the edge of the bed. I shriek, surprised, but my shriek turns into a moan of pleasure when he presses a kiss first to the inside of my thigh and then right to my core.

My knees fall open of their own accord, welcoming him in, and he sucks and laps at my already needy clit until I’m shaking and writhing beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” Roman says when he pulls back.

I raise an eyebrow. I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but that wasn’t it. I don’t know what to say in reply, and thankfully I don’t have to, because he stands again, hovering over me.

He bends and laps his tongue over my right nipple, his fingers teasing around the left.

“Fuck me.” I breathe. “I want you back inside me.”

He doesn’t make me beg. Roman slides back inside me, his hands on my thighs where my knees dangle off the edge of the bed on either side of his hips. He looks down at me, lying flat in front of him, and watches himself sliding slowly in and out.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

“What?” I say, half dazed.

“You heard me.”

I did, but not only is that possibly too intimate—too embarrassing—to fathom, I’m not sure I can without shattering into a thousand pieces. He’s got me so worked up, the slightest movement will have me melting into a puddle all over the bed.

But Roman isn’t letting it go. “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you. I want to hear what it sounds like when you make yourself come and say my name. Give it to me.”

My mouth goes dry, his commanding tone and sexy words making my face heat. As if of its own accord, my hand snakes down my body, dancing over my breast and trailing down my stomach. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me when my fingers brush my clit, every nerve ending in my body sharp and too sensitive.

Roman smiles smugly, his eyes heavy with lust. “Good girl.”

Tension builds in my belly and my breathing goes uneven as Roman fucks me, my breasts bouncing, my fingers rubbing faster.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “I—”

“Yeah, good girl. Come for me.”

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