"And God, are you so beautiful." He bites down on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I whimper. "I wantyou… I want to be inside you." The rumble of his baritone shoots straight to my core as I realize what's happening. It sends a flutter of panic though me at first, and then more arousal. I've never done this. Not with anyone. And this is moving so fast.
"Roman, I…" I'm not protesting as much as hoping at some point, he gives me a chance to explain that I have no clue what I'm doing or why he wants me so badly. I can't understand what’s happening right now. He's my boss, right? Or the man who forces me to work for him. He's never indicated he was attracted to me, but this?
His hands find the hem of my dress and he starts inching it up slowly, giving me time to stop him if I want to, but I don't want to stop him. I want whatever this is between us even if it doesn't make sense.
"Is this okay?" he asks as his palms splay on my bare thighs. My panties are damp, legs spread with his hips nestled between my knees, and all I can think is how badly I want him to touch me. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"N–No…" I shake my head and bite my lip while his thumb strums my inner thigh. "Don't stop." I'm panting now, totally breathless and making a huge mistake. I know it. But my God, what he's making me feel is incredible.
"Good girl." The praise makes heat pool low in my belly as he pushes my dress up to my waist. His fingers trace patterns on my inner thighs, and it makes my pussy throb harder.
He kisses me again while his hand moves higher, brushing against my panties. The moment his fingers press against the damp fabric, I gasp into his mouth.
"You're already so wet." He rubs slow circles against the fabric, and I shudder. "Do you like me touching you?"
"Yes." I admit it because lying seems pointless when he can feel exactly what he does to me. I arch into it and twitch when he hits a sensitive spot. "Roman," I start, but his lips capture mine again and swallow my words.
"What are you thinking?" His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, and I have to grab his shoulders to steady myself as he slides them through my folds.
"Oh, God… I can't think…" I can't believe how needy I sound, but the way he's touching me, I can't even think straight.
"Do you like this?" He slides one finger inside me, and I moan at the intrusion. "Or this?" He adds a second finger and starts pumping them slowly while his thumb finds my clit.
"Both." I can barely form words as he continues working me with his fingers. "Everything."
"You're so responsive." He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes my back arch toward him. No person has ever touched me like this, only me. And this is entirely more pleasurable than doing it myself.
The sensation is overwhelming and I rock my hips, trying to get more friction. He seems to understand what I need because he increases the pressure and speed, his fingers pumping faster while his thumb works tight circles on my clit.
"Look at me," he orders, and I force my eyes open to meet his gaze. "I want to see your face when you come."
The intensity in his eyes combined with what his fingers are doing pushes me right to the edge. My inner walls start flutteringaround his fingers and I can feel the pressure building to an unbearable point.
"Ro—" I can't even finish saying his name as my body snaps.
"Do it." He increases the pace even more. "Come for me, Mila."
The orgasm crashes through me, and I whimper and yelp, my whole body shaking as spasms roll through me. It sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through my core into my body and has me gripping his wrist with both hands. I tremble and convulse and he kisses me hard, drinking in every groan and moan, until I swear I'm going to start crying. He works me through it until I'm gasping and pushing his hand away because the sensation has become too intense.
"That was beautiful." He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight makes me clench around nothing. "You taste even better than I imagined."
"Oh, my God," I mumble, letting my head fall back as he undoes his belt. I feel my hair coming loose from its braid, and the relaxation is so strong, I almost lose myself to it. Until I feel his hands on my panties, working the waistband lower.
My eyes shoot wide, and I grab his wrists and stop him. Roman yields, but his eyes darken and I see how hard he is. He wants to feel satisfaction too, and I'm afraid I'm just going to let him down.
"Wait," I say softly.
"It's okay. We don't have to if…" He lets his words trail off, but I can see how hungry he is, how desperate to have me.
"It's just that…" I bite my lip and relax my grip on his wrists. His hands splay on my hips but he waits for me to keep going. "I've never done this." Heat scalds my cheeks, and I can't even look at him. I bite my lip harder and wait for him to lift my chin.
"You're a virgin?"
"Yes, I'm sorry… I just… If you don’t want to, it's okay." I can't even express how embarrassed I am, or how much I hope he doesn't pull away and stop. And then I think of how much older he is and how experienced he must be. I'm an idiot. I should've pushed him away when he first kissed me. This shouldn’t be happening.
Roman cups my face with both hands and a gentle touch. "I need to make sure you really want this. Your first time should be special, Mila." When I look at him, I see how sincere he is, and I couldn’t disagree more.
"I want this, though…" My bottom lip quivers as I take his hand and guide it between my thighs. "Please…"
