Page 19 of Teaching Roman

“I want you,” I said, reaching down and grabbing him firmly, stroking and coaxing him with my fingers.

Roman flipped me onto my back, and drew my underwear slowly off, kissing along my thighs as he returned to settle between my legs. For a split second I was Jess, who was totally self-conscious about letting a guy do that, and then his tongue flicked across my clit, wiping the thought from my mind.

A tremble rose through me and my hands fisted the sheets as he continued to suck and kiss me until I came violently, my knees snapping against his head to bar his relentless mouth from continuing its onslaught on the now tender area. He grabbed my leg and pushed it back, kissing the soft spot on my inner thigh before his body covered mine. There was nothing between us now and I felt him—heavy and thick—between my legs. I nudged myself against him.

“You can’t be ready for more?” he said in a low voice that made the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Try me,” I said, reaching to the nightstand and tossing him a condom. I silently thanked Cassie for insisting on leaving some there. Thank god she was more prepared than the Girl Scouts.

His mouth clamped over my nipple and he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently and then roughly. His teeth grazed its furl and my head collapsed onto the pillow. It felt so amazing that my legs began to rub against his thigh, trying to find a little bit of pressure.

“More,” I cried and he bit down harder, twisting it in his mouth while I squirmed against him, my body ready for round two. My hips bucked up, trying to force him closer, but his hand snaked around and lightly smacked my ass.

“Did you just spank me?” I asked as a strange mix of self-awareness and horniness took over.

Roman drew back, his eyes widening. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” My fingers clutched his shoulder and jerked him back to me. “And do it again.”

Roman’s hand lightly tapped my rear.

“Not like that,” I breathed. He responded with a playful slap across my ass cheek that stung just enough to make me whimper.

“If you don’t get your butt in gear and screw me, I’m going to go crazy,” I said with a frantic giggle.

His hand massaged circles around the stinging spot. “I thought you wanted me to spank you.”

“Maybe one more time,” I whispered.

“Your ass is caliente, Jessica. It’s driving me crazy,” he said in a low voice as he continued to rub it. “I want to worship it. I want to write poetry about it.”

Both of us were gasping for breath at this point. He was drawing out my pleasure, making me crazy for his touch, and I was waiting for him to release me while hoping he wouldn’t let me go.

His fingers twitched and my breath caught, but they came to rest softly, trailing a pattern across my bare belly. I wrapped my leg around him, pressing against his hard length, urging him on. But he kissed me softly, one hand holding me steady against him, the other teasing me.

Our eyes met and I saw myself reflected there, wild and free. I returned his kiss with force and longing. His hand thwacked my ass and I fell away from him, opening myself to him. He settled between my legs and slid inside of me. I didn’t even have time to think anything but finally before the first shudders rippled through my body.

“Roman!” His name leapt from my lips as he held me to him, still rocking me toward a final swell of anticipation that shattered through me.

And as we fell back against the bed, sweaty and satisfied, I realized I was totally at his mercy and completely out of control—and I never wanted it to stop.