Page 46 of The Editor’s Choice

Quicker than I can comprehend, both of my wrists are pinned above my head in one of his hands. A squeal escapes my lips, much to his amusement. The smug grin has me melting on the inside and wriggling on the outside.

It’s no use, though. He’s stronger than me, no matter how hard I fight against his hold.

Thankfully, he moves his lips slowly from my neck to my collar bone, lightly running his tongue over the skin there. Suddenly, I have no fight left in me.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he moves back up to graze the shell of my ear with his lips. A shudder racks my body, goosebumps reappearing the second the praise leaves his mouth.

He releases my wrists long enough to peel my shirt from my body, careful not to tangle my hair in it. Tossing it to the floor, his eyes slowly devour my exposed body, flames building in them.

Suddenly too aware that I have no clue what to do with my hands, I thread my fingers back into his hair and pull his body back down to mine, desperate to close the distance between us.

One hand supporting his weight, the other roaming my body, it feels like he touches me gently for hours, caressing every bare inch of my skin, following the touches with quick kisses. My breath hitches as he slips a finger under the waistband of the pajama pants I stole from him. Slowly pulling them down my legs, I feel the cool air hit my skin.

Sliding his hand firmly from my calf all the way back up to my hip, the energy shifts from slow and sensual to hungry and impatient. He makes quick work of my bra, discarding it on the floor with the other forgotten clothes, all while taking in the sight of my breasts, nipples peaked from the exposure and cool air.

Covering one with his hand, squeezing gently, he pulls the other nipple into his mouth, expertly swirling his tongue around it. A gasp escapes me, not quite expecting it to feel that fucking good.

I yelp when he nips the sensitive bud, immediately soothing it with his tongue after. I’ve always enjoyed a little pain with sex, but the pleasure of having the pain kissed or licked away is a whole new thing that has me squeezing my thighs together to abate the pressure building between them.

Kissing down my stomach, Roman makes his way to my hips, making sure to kiss each one before sliding his hand over my center. The brush of his fingers over the thin material of my panties nearly sends me over the edge.

My breath is ragged as he pulls the material aside, getting a full view. The hunger in his eyes is astonishing.

He kisses down my left thigh to my knee, then back up, following the same pattern on the other leg before spreading them wider. He kisses each inner thigh, so close to my center, before nipping the skin, inciting another low moan.

One quick move and the panties are gone, torn away from my body. I feel my face begin to flush, heat rising to my cheeks as he takes his time running his fingers up and down my inner thigh. When I feel like I might explode from anticipation, he finally touches me, rubbing slow circles around my clit.

That simple touch sends fireworks through my veins, pulling me right to the edge within seconds. I’m fighting for my life as he sinks a finger inside me. His thumb finds its way back to my clit, circling it with a steady pressure that sends me careening over the edge in seconds.

“Good girl,” he praises, keeping his pace until the high begins to taper off. Placing one hand on his forearm, I try to pull him back up toward me. “No, ma’am. I didn’t say I was finished with you yet.”

A chill racks my body at his words and the confidence oozing from him. He smirks before sliding down the bed to lay on his stomach. Sniper position. Hooking both arms around my thighs, he inhales with a groan before locking his gaze with mine. Eyes locked, he kisses my thighs agonizingly slowly before following suit with my center. Slow kisses down, then back up again. I’m damn near shaking with anticipation.

Flattening his tongue, he licks me from top to bottom and back again, taking his time. A moan comes from me as a low rumbling groan vibrates through my pussy from him. When his tongue finds my clit, circling it over and over, I nearly come undone. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in my core, no matter how I try to fight it off. It feels too damn good.

One hand finds its way to each side of his head, fingers entangled in his hair as he laps me up. Closer and closer to falling off that edge with every movement, his name slips from my lips like a prayer.

“That’s right, baby. Pray to me while I worship you,” he says against my core. He slips one finger inside me, followed quickly by another. The full feeling has me teetering on the edge, destined to come apart at the seams.

“Fuck,” I say, voice breathy and heated. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The more I say it, the quicker his movements become, both of us now chasing the impending orgasm.

Pulling my clit into his mouth, he sucks gently, forcing me to explode around him yet again. My back arches from the bed, hands gripping his head tighter in an attempt to stay tethered to earth somehow as I hit that climax.

“You look so pretty when you come for me, baby,” he praises, fueling me further.

Eventually, I start to come back down as his movements slow. He smirks up at me before making his way back up the bed. Wiping my come from his face, he kisses me deeply, leaving me breathless for the millionth time tonight.

I wrap my hand around him as he kisses me, finding him already hard. He bites my lip, groaning into the kiss as I run my hand up and down his shaft. My lip slips from his teeth as I move to straddle his legs.

One hand on his hip, the other still wrapped around him, I take his smooth head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Locking eyes with him as the first fuck falls from his lips, I pull more of him into my mouth, loving the thrill running through my body at the sounds he makes with every movement of my tongue.

Moving my hand away, I take him entirely in my mouth and quickly down my throat, causing him to thread his fingers through my hair. I grip his balls lightly in one hand as I take him in my throat again, living for the curses under his breath.

He gives me no more than three minutes before he’s tugging my hair roughly, pulling me up off of him as his dick pulses underneath my tongue, so close to the edge. Using my thumb to wipe the side of my mouth as I pull my lower lip between my teeth, I admire the animal I can see behind his eyes. He’s all predator inside.

He pulls me up to straddle his hips, moving me over his dick but not going any farther, allowing me to take my time now. He lines up with my center, both dying for a release but wanting it to last forever.

I ease down onto him, taking just the tip with a gasp. Moving up and down tantalizingly slowly, I take more of him, inch by inch, until he’s seated deep inside me. “Fuck,” I say again, amazed at the feeling. He’s stretched me to the point of bordering on pain, yet still feels incredible.