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And with his next powerful thrust, Roman hits the motherfucking jackpot.
Prostate, be thy name.
"Holy fuuuuuuck!" I cry out, as an explosion of heat erupts in my chest and spreads to every corner of my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
"Like that?" He's smirking, like he already knows the answer.
I close my eyes and concentrate, clenching my channel with all my might. I open my eyes to see his eyes have gone even darker, the muscles in his neck and jaw straining.
"Likethat?" I ask, smirking because Idoalready know the answer.
"Fuck yes." He moves his arms, cupping my pecs in his oversized hands as he continues driving into me.
For his first time having man sex, Roman's taking to it like a pro. He's not showing any sign of nerves. He's having fun.We'rehaving fun.
That's one of the things I like most. We're not taking anything too seriously.
Don't have lube? No worries, we'll use coconut oil, instead. Never seen a dude naked before? Here's a little dorky naked dance for you to remember.
Sex with Bailey was never like this. It was always on his terms. He had very specific preferences, and I just went with it. Come to think of it, that pretty much describes my entire sex life up until this point.
But with Roman, it's different. Lighthearted, but at the same time, there's no mistaking how much he wants this. Wantsme.
He's squeezing my pecs so tight I'm sure there'll be fingermarks there tomorrow, but I don't care. No, scratch that. Iwantthere to be marks there tomorrow. I may not have any tattoos like he does, but I want something to remember this moment by.
Speaking of tatts, now that he's naked, my eyes can feast on the glorious ink covering his body. I want to ask if the ultimate goal is to get all the currently separate pieces to connect, but it's a little hard to get the words out while getting railed. Seriously, the man's hip-thrusting game is out of this world.
"Getting close," Roman spits out. Literally. Little spittles fly out the corners of his mouth, and it has no right being as hot as it is.
I reach for my cock and begin fisting it. Roman looks down and grunts. "So fucking hot."
He straightens, hooking his hands under my knees. His cock hits another part of me, setting off a series of head-spinning tingles.
My vision goes wonky, as the first rope of come shoots onto my chest. Roman drives into me even deeper, lets out an almighty roar, succumbing to the pleasure overtaking his entire body.
Once we're both done, he gently lowers my legs, placing them on the bed, then slowly pulls out of me. The contrast from full to empty hits me like a sharp sting, but I close my eyes, breathe, and remind myself of my own cardinal rule. This was just physical. Nothing more.
My post-sex brain is obviously confusing that look of fire in Roman's eyes, and the way he possessed me without suppressing me, for something else. When it's not.
This is just good sex. Plain and simple.
Roman's peering up at me from my stomach.
"You okay down there?" I mumble.
His eyes sparkle. "I will be."
And then he proceeds to lick his way up my stomach to my chest, collecting my release on his tongue as he goes. When he reaches my pecs, he swipes the come onto my nipple, then squeezes the flesh to elevate it slightly, before licking me clean. Yep, that image is going straight into the spank bank.
"NowI'm good," he murmurs with a smile as he slides up next to me.
We lie in silence for a few minutes, me on my back, Roman tucked in next to me, my hands lazily combing through his hair.
"One more thing," I say. "Do you mind if we don't tell anyone about this?"
"Why?" His cheeks rise and press into my neck. "You want me to be your dirty little secret?"
"What? No." I lift him off me so I can look at him. "That's not it, at all."
