"Alright…" he breathes before he kisses me tenderly, and it's like everything has changed. He was gentle before, but now it feels different, like he's worshiping me. I let him explore my mouth in a kiss before I reach for his dick and stroke him. When he growls into my mouth, it vibrates through me and makes the ache in my groin worse.
"God, woman, what are you doing to me? I'm not like this. I don’t lose control."
He's so tender, though, so agonizingly sensitive, it might drive me mad. I want more, and I want it now.
"Take my clothes off," I tell him, and he smiles against my lips.
"As you wish," he mumbles as he hooks his fingers in my panties, and I lift my hips so he can pull them off completely. Then he positions himself between my legs and runs his length through my wetness, coating himself with my arousal. The friction against my sensitive flesh makes me gasp.
"Fuck, this pussy is so wet," he mumbles as he watches his head dip into me. "Tell me if you need me to stop and I will. Your comfort is more important than anything else."
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer and still enjoy the experience at the same time. He starts pushing in slowly, and I can feel myself stretching around him. There's pressure and a burning sensation, but it's not unbearable. He moves inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to each fraction of his length, his eyes never leaving my face as he watches for any sign of pain.
"My God, you feel incredible." He's only halfway in and already, I feel impossibly full, stretched so wide it hurts. "You like it?"
"More," I whimper. I need all of him, even though I'm not sure my body can actually accommodate him. "God, please… More."
He pushes in farther, and the burning gets sharper for a moment, making me wince. He stops immediately.
"Do you need me to stop?" His whole body is tense with the effort of holding still.
"Are you fucking kidding?" I grab his tie and pull his mouth down until his lips are crushed to mine again, and I bite him, then pull back an inch. "Fuck me now and don't stop until I'm milking your dick."
Something inside him snaps, and I feel his hand slide up the back of my body into my hair and grip me hard. He pulls my head back until my mouth pops open, and his lips seal around mine while he drives in hard. I feel it the instant my body splits open, and I yelp as I bite down on his tongue.
Roman growls hard and thrusts into me over and over, making the whole table shake. He feels incredible regardless of the burning, and all I can do is cling to him and whimper into his mouth.
"Shit, you're so tight." His hips pump against mine while his free hand gropes my breast and lands on my hip, making sure I don't move as he drives into me. The sensations are wild, and I hear myself whimpering and pleading in nonsensical syllables.
"Faster," I whine, now clawing at his chest. The initial discomfort has completely faded and now I just need more of everything. "Please… deeper.
"God, I want to fuck you so hard."
"Do it… please," I'm pleading, desperately chasing his thrusts for more friction.
"Are you sure?" Roman is so fucking polite and he's not getting the point.
"I'm sure." I pull him down for a deep kiss. "I said fuck me."
He picks up speed, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. The new pace has him hitting my insides so deep, I can feel it in my lower belly, and pressure starts building low in my groin again, different from the first orgasm but just as intense.
"Touch yourself." He slides his hand out of my hair and down my arm to guide my hand between my legs. "I want to watch you make yourself come while I'm inside you."
I've never done this in front of anyone before, but I'm too far gone to be embarrassed. My fingers find my swollen clit and I start rubbing circles while he continues driving into me. The combination of his length filling me and stretching me and my own touch on my sensitive flesh is overwhelming in the best way.
"That's it." His voice is strained as he watches my hand work between my legs. "Holy shit, Mila… This is wild. You're so fucking beautiful."
"Roman." I can feel myself getting close again, the pressure building faster than before. "I'm gonna come. Oh, God, I'm gonna come."
"Yeah… do it."
My second orgasm is so intense, I almost lose control of my bladder. The ripples shoot through my body, making every muscle tense and then relax in a rhythmic pattern that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Roman's thrusts falter for a second, and he grunts loudly, biting down on my ear before he buries his face in my neck and thrusts deep three more times then goes completely rigid. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he finishes, slowly pumping into me while aftershocks shake my entire frame.
The sensation of him coming inside me, filling me with his warmth, triggers more pleasure that makes me clench around him again and draw out his orgasm even longer.
"Fuck me," he mumbles, then sucks on my neck and bites down. His dick glides in and out of me while I reel in the sensations still pulsing through my core and enjoy them.
I literally have no clue what just happened, but I didn't hate it. I let go of his shirt and let my hands linger on his chest as his lips return to mine and he kisses me again. Only then do I feel slightly awkward as he pulls out and the mess dribbles between my legs onto the table.
