I gasp, electricity zipping through me and arrowing straight to my core.
Roman’s other hand grabs my hip and he tugs me flush against his body. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says just before dipping his head and claiming my mouth with a soft, gentle kiss. I moan into the kiss, pouring all of my need and desire into his hot mouth. Encouraging him to go deeper. To devour me the way I want him to.
Roman keeps his kiss gentle. His lips controlled. I hate it. I want him to let go. To just give in to the lust coursing through us both.
My fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans and when I finally get them undone, I slide my hand beneath his boxers, wrapping my fingers around the smooth skin of his shaft. I pull his cock out of the front of his underwear and give him a careful squeeze.
His hips involuntarily thrust forward in my grasp. He mutters out a harsh,“Fuck.”and his chin dips down, his gaze locked on my hand pumping his cock.
I smirk and raise one brow.
Dark eyes meet mine. “Allie—”
“Stop talking.” I pump his dick up and down, using my free hand to cup his balls. His eyes flash with heat and my heart pounds in my chest. Tension lines his face and I know he’s straining to hold himself in place, but I’m determined to make him move.
Dropping to my knees, I take his cock and wrap my lips around the engorged head, swallowing his shaft until the tip presses against the back of my throat.
He grunts. His head rolls back on his shoulders, eyes on the ceiling as he swears in Spanish. “Maldita sea.You’re going to kill me.” He groans, a wicked and starved sound that makes liquid heat pool between my thighs.
I bob my head, working him over, but after a few short minutes, he jerks me to my feet and slams his mouth on mine. He devours me with his kiss and it’s all I can do to remain standing.
His tongue tangles with mine. Teeth crashing,
This, right here. This is what I needed. I give myself to him, imagining what it will feel like with him inside of me.
His hands knead my breasts and I writhe against him. Desperate for more.
I grab one of his hands and drag it to my aching center beneath the hem of my skirt. He curses when his fingers meet smooth, bare flesh, having come to school without panties in the hopes of this very thing happening.
“You make me insane,” he growls into my mouth, pressing me back against one of the desks.
It’s been months since the assault. Months of therapy. Months of adjusting to a new life and a new normal. Of living with the man I love and being unable to show him just how much I want him. He’s been patient this entire time. But I’m ready for more. I need him. All of him. So if I make him insane, he makes me absolutely crazy.
We’ve fooled around. Touched one another and shared moments of intimacy, but he’s never let it go all the way and I’m desperate to feel him inside of me, stretching me, claiming me. It’s a visceral need I can’t shake.
“I want you.”
At first, I was grateful he didn’t pressure me. Now, being with him is all I ever think about. It’s been long enough that we’ve denied ourselves this.
Practiced fingers delve between my legs, circling my clit. I tense and warmth floods through my veins.
“Are you sure?” He asks. His eyes are hooded, stark need staring back at me.
I swallow hard and mash my breast against his firm chest. “Yes,” I hiss.
He teases my entrance before two fingers slip inside me. My head falls back. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as his thumb continues to circle my clit.
Pressing me back, my butt rests on the edge of the desk and he withdraws his fingers to position my legs on either side of it, exposing my center to his hungry stare. With one hand, he grips my thigh, kneading my flesh before slipping his fingers back inside of me.
God, he feels so good. He adds a third finger and my breath hitches.
“Play with your tits, Allie.” He demands.
I do as I’m told, massaging my breasts and tugging at my aching nipples. He groans, his fingers working in and out of. Pleasure assaults me as my climax moves closer, but I don’t want to come on his fingers. I want to come with him buried inside of me.
Reaching down, I grip his shaft. “Fuck me,” I beg. “I need you. Now.”
He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. His fingers withdraw from my needy center and I’m on the verge of angry tears when he surprises me and drops down between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he drags his tongue along my slit.
