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No,she thought, I’d probably regret it if I didn’t take this chance.
“I, uh, took the liberty of calling one of the motels down the highway,” he went on. “I don’t know about you, but I sure could use a shower. We could start there.”
She chewed her lip some more then thought, Oh, what the hell. It’s worth a chance. Right? And he’s different than before. Maybe that’s a good sign.
“Okay, count me in,” she told him. “For sure.”
Twenty minutes later, they were checked into the motel, and five minutes after that, they were standing with water cascading over them. Roman had wasted no time stripping her clothes off and carrying her into the shower. That one night they’d had sex in the shower had been off the charts.
She could hardly take her eyes off him, glistening as he was now with the water cascading over him. She took in every inch of his nakedness, her pulse pounding every place with hunger and need. His body was still as chiseled as it had been, made of hard muscle, the chest lightly dusted with black hair that arrowed down to his groin.
“I’ve been daydreaming about this for four years,” he murmured, and gently nipped the lobe of her ear. “You have no idea how often my hand and my cock had to take over so I could get some sleep.”
“They did?” She looked up at him, a thrill streaking through her.
“But it wasn’t the same.” He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, sending electricity streaking through her already-throbbing sex. “I wanted my cock inside you, inside your heat. Fucking you until you came like a maniac.”
“I remember,” she whispered.
And she certainly had, for four long years.
“I want to do it a lot,” he told her. “More than a lot.”
His hands were gentle on her skin but oh-so arousing as they coasted over her. Stroking her shoulders and her arms. Cupping her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. When he let one hand drift down between her thighs to the mound of her sex, she automatically spread her legs for him.
“Not yet,” he teased, pulling his hand away. “I’ve waited a long time to do this again. I’m not rushing anything.”
He poured body wash into a palm and lathered it up then began smoothing it over her skin. The touch of his hand was electric, setting every pulse point throbbing. Her nipples ached for his touch and, between her legs, her sex cried for his hand, his mouth. His cock.
But he definitely wasn’t rushing anything. His strokes were slow and deliberate. He spent time sucking each of her nipples. Scraping them gently with his teeth then sucking them into his mouth. He finished off his attention to them with gentle bites before lathering his hands again and stroking them down her stomach.
When he nudged her thighs apart again, he stroked his hand over her mound before sliding his fingers between the swollen lips and finding the taut bud of her clit. He squeezed it gently, tugged on it, scraped it with a nail with a feeling so electric, sensations shot through her entire body. But when she widened her stance, silently encouraging him to thrust those fingers inside her, he moved his hand away again and turned her to face the tiled wall.
Now, he paid attention to her back and shoulders, gently massaging them until her muscles were so lax, she wondered how she was standing up. He kneaded the muscles of the cheeks of her ass then teased her by sliding his soapy fingers into the crevice and gently brushing the opening there.
By now, she was so turned on and so hungry for him, she was ready to beg for release.
He manipulated the showerhead to rinse away all the soap. Then he knelt in front of her, lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, and went to work on her slit. He licked the wet flesh, took gentle bites out of the puffy lips, and then tugged her clit with his teeth. Electricity shot through her, and her inner flesh quivered with a tiny orgasm.
God!
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he teased.
“You know. Put your fingers inside me.”
“I always oblige a lady.” He slid two fingers easily into her, scraping his fingers gently against the soft flesh before setting up a rhythm where he stroked in and out, in and out.
“Jesus, Beck. You are a wet dream come true. No woman has ever turned me on like this. I think you cast a spell over me.”
“Good,” she gasped, “because you do the same for me.”
He increased the pace of his strokes, adding a third finger to fill her even more then slowly dragging his hand over her clit. Rubbing, stroking, pinching, teasing, until, before she realized it, the orgasm rushed up from deep inside her. Her inner walls gripped his fingers as her orgasm pulsed and throbbed.
When the spasm eased, she had to lean against the shower wall or she would have crumpled to the floor, but Roman wasn’t giving her any chance to rest. He cupped her face in his big palms and drove his tongue into her mouth, sliding it in and out. Fucking her with it.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
She reached down between them, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine, and wrapped her fingers around his swollen, throbbing cock. Stroked it up and down. Squeezed it.
All the sensations she’d continued to feel in her dreams came flooding back. She realized that sex with him had always been so special because it was more than just a physical activity. She’d always shied away from emotional relationships because she felt they strangled a person. But not with Roman. With him, they brought a dimension she’d craved ever since that first time together.
She continued to stroke his cock, feeling it throb in her grasp. Squeezing it. Holding it. But then Roman pulled her hand away.
“What?” She stared at him, confused.
“I don’t want a quickie in a shower with you,” he growled. “I want it to mean something. I want it to be lasting. I’ve hungered after you for four years, Beck. I want more. I want it to mean something. Tell me you feel the same way?”
“I do,” she whispered.
He turned off the shower and dried them both off. Then he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the sheets. And dried her off carefully before kneeling between her legs and teasing her mound with his tongue. And her clit. And her slick, slick channel.
