“That’s it,” he grunts. “You make me feel so good, baby.” My hand snakes between my legs, and he grins, shaking his head. “No touching. Not yet.” I whine, drool spilling from the corners of my mouth as I move faster, feeling his cock thicken. “Be my good girl and wait for me to make you come.”
My eyes roll back at the words. Who knew that would be the thing that does it for me?
“Shit, baby. I’m coming. I’m—fuck.” He tries to pull back, but I follow him, taking him deeper. “Fuck, Goldie. Fuck.” He lets out a low groan, making me press my thighs together as rope after rope of hot cum spurts from his cock into my mouth. I greedily swallow it all, savoring his taste.
Finally, he pulls away, his barely softening cock falling from my mouth as he stares down at me. He crouches and grips my chin, running his thumb along my wet lower lip. His gaze sears me as he searches my eyes, trying to find something.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whisper. His eyes narrow, but I shake my head. “I promise. That was—” A breathy laugh leaves me. “It was amazing.”
“I should be the one saying that,” he says. Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine and I freeze. He feels it and pulls back, looking confused. “What?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to kiss me after…” I trail off as he grins.
“I don’t care, baby.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I bite my lip, feeling my face flush. I don’t know why it’s so hot when a guy has no issue kissing his girl after she’s gone down on him.
“I think it’s your turn,” he breathes, kissing me again, this time harder, as if to prove his point. He pulls away and looks at the lake, leaving me breathless. “And I’m getting wet.”
“Same.”
He blinks at me. I blink at him.
Then he throws his head back and laughs. “I’d fucking hope so,” he chuckles, facing the water again. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “Jesus, I can't believe I’m doing this. Sit on the edge. I don’t want your tattoos in the water.”
I hide my smile as I crawl to the edge, watching him jump into the water. I hesitate before sliding my legs over, letting my feet dangle. He pops up, shaking his head until water splashes all over me.
“Roman!” I cry, holding my hands out even as a deep belly laugh falls from my lips.
So free.
“Oh, sorry.” He looks up at me innocently. His grin is all mischief. “Open your legs for me, Goldie.”
My mouth goes dry at the command, but I do it, watching him swim to me and brace his elbows on the dock. His wide shoulders nudge my legs further apart, my stomach tightening as he stares directly at my pussy.
“Closer,” he mutters. “I need you on the edge.”
Swallowing thickly, I move until I’m just a few inches from his mouth. His eyes lift to mine, the sunlight twinkling in them. He smiles so wide, his dimple pops out and my heart skips a beat.
“Ready?” he breathes. I can’t do anything but nod slowly and watch as he moves between my legs, dragging his tongue along my slit. I gasp, my head falling back and eyes fluttering shut.
His tongue flicks against my clit, circling it until my breathing turns heavy. A growl rips from him and he pulls himself closer, forcing his tongue to move faster.
“Ro,” I whimper, sliding my hand into his wet hair. I grip it tightly in my fist, lifting my hips, silently begging for more. He slides his tongue lower, pressing inside me, and my legs widen even more, bringing me closer. “There.”
Dropping my head forward, my gaze meets his dark one, the look in his eye bordering frantic as he forces me closer to my release. We never break contact as he pushes me more, moving his tongue harder and faster like a man possessed.
God, he’s ravenous.
“Shit,” I breathe. “I’m so—” I cry out, my hand tightening in his hair. I know it has to hurt him, but it seems to only turn him on more. His hands wrap around my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drags me closer, the dock rough against my skin.
His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks it hard into his mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he does this wild thing with his tongue that sends me over the edge.