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I exist wholly in this moment, in the sweet intoxicating now.
Roman’s hands abandon my hair, sliding down my sides before cupping my ass. With a single lift, he carries me to the living room. We end up on the sofa, me straddling him, his mouth pressing hot kisses against my neck as he hikes my skirt up to my waist. Tracing his fingertips along my exposed outer thighs, he gifts me with a biting kiss that ends with my lip between his teeth.
“The things I want to do to you,” he says, his voice low and breathless against my ear. “The things I could do to you . . .”
“Show me.” I grind against him, working the buttons of his dress shirt and inhaling the pepper-and-musk cologne that wafts from his uncovered skin. His cock pulses beneath me, unapologetically straining against the layers of fabric that separate us. “Or I could show you . . .”
Rising from his lap, I take his hand and lead him down the dark hallway and into my room, locking the door behind us. He kisses me hard as we stumble toward the bed. I give him a gentle push until he falls back against the soft mattress.
Sliding to my knees, I unfasten his belt, unsnap his navy suit pants, and tug his zipper down until he’s fully exposed. Taking his generous cock in my hand, I pump its length before circling the tip with my tongue.
Roman releases a quiet moan and grabs a handful of my hair as I take him in my mouth, and each stifled, pleasured groan that follows only serves as encouragement to keep going.
“My god . . . ,” he says between sighs.
I glance up at his face, watching it contort as he tries to fight off the inevitable release.
“You like to watch?” he asks with a half-cocked smile when he notices me watching him. “So do I.”
Guiding me to my back, he positions himself between my thighs. Peeling my panties off, he tosses them aside and returns his attention to my pulsing sex. Sliding a finger between the seam, he circles my clit before giving it a gentle suck.
A shiver rides through my body, causing my hips to buck and my back to arch.
This man and his Midas touch . . .
He drags his tongue along my slit before sliding two fingers inside me, curling them against my G-spot as he devours me.
With my hand clamped over my mouth, I stifle the moans that threaten to escape. Margaux pounding on the door right now would steal all the wind from these sails in an airtight instant.
Glancing down, I find him watching me, delighting in my ecstasy as much as if it were his own.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, tensing every muscle in my body in an attempt to stave off the inescapable end.
“Don’t come yet.” He removes his fingers from my wetness and kisses a trail along my inner thigh.
I take a deep breath. I’m not sure how long we’ve been going at this now. It could be five minutes; it could be fifty. All I know is time always seems to play tricks on me whenever I’m with him.
“Take it slow,” he says, kissing the inside of my other thigh. “I want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you. But more importantly, I want you to enjoy me too.”
The level of eagerness in my body is akin to a virgin about to lose her v-card on prom night . . . the nervousness, the excitement, the wanting to do it already but also wanting the night to go on forever. All I know is, I’ve never wanted someone inside of me so desperately that I can’t think straight.
My guard is down, my body is fair game, and tonight I’m all his.
Without a word, Roman climbs off the bed. “I need to text my babysitter and tell her it’s going to be a while.”
Sliding his phone from his pocket, the screen lights his face in the dark, highlighting our delayed gratification.
Biting my lip, I inhale another sharp breath and close my eyes. A cocktail of anticipation floods through me like someone injected it straight into my veins. The metallic tinkle of his belt hitting the rug beneath my bed sounds next, and I brace myself for him to come back.
A moment later, he returns to my side. His weight against the mattress is followed by his fingers working to free me of my skirt, blouse, and bra.
Slivers of light from the streetlamps outside peek through my blinds, painting our naked bodies like we’re one and the same.
Roman brushes my messy hair from my face, taking a moment. A sly smile curls across his lips. The mouth that once got me fired is now the very same one exploring me without abandon.
