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The soft yet warm stroke of his tongue.

I’m on sensation overload.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. One minute I’m in a blissed-out state of just feeling, and the next I’m gripping his hair, spiraling out of control as the fire builds deep in my core and explodes. My heart sprints in my chest, as if trying to outrun the pleasure that burns through my veins. I think I call out his name, but I can’t be sure. The one thing I am sure of is that was by far the most intense orgasm of my life.

Roman kisses up my belly and takes the time to savor my breasts again before he settles next to me on the bed. He rests his head on my shoulder, and his big hand on my belly that’s still quivering.

“I fucking missed you,” he says huskily.

His words empower me. I know we don’t have much time, and no way am I leaving him without having him in my mouth. I want more. I want it all with him, but I want time for that. As in all night. I don’t want my first time to be a rushed tryst in a random hotel room. Roman wouldn’t agree to it, anyway. I know him well enough to know that when we finally get there, it’s going to be more.

Everything.

With my sudden burst of need to give as good as I’ve gotten, I sit up and straddle his hips. His hard length slides against my pussy, and he groans. “W-What are you doing?”

“It’s my turn to play.”

“Baby girl.” It’s part plea, part scolding.

I smile because I love knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me.

“I’m just—” I rock my hips, and we both groan.

He lifts my hips, and I wiggle out of his hold, sliding down the bed. I didn’t really think about my little tease because now I’ll be tasting myself on him. I didn’t think about it, but thinking about it has me turned on.

Tentatively, I peek my tongue out and taste us together. I flick at his piercing, and he jerks his hips. He gathers my hair in his hand, holding it off to one side.

“I’m not missing this,” he rasps.

I grin and get to work.

I take him into my mouth a little at a time. I can’t take all of him, but I take as much as I can, which causes tears to well in my eyes. Over and over, my head bobs, all the while he holds my hair.

“So good, baby girl. You take me so well,” he praises, and heat pools between my thighs.

How is it possible that I just had the most epic of orgasms, and I already feel as though I could explode again?

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he says, when my tongue plays with his piercing again, before taking him down my throat. “Baby, I’m going to come. You need to stop.” His voice is gritty. “Emerson, pull off,” he demands, but I refuse. “Fuck!” he roars as he spills down my throat.

I take it all, swallowing, enjoying that I can do this for him, that I’m the one making him lose control.

“Come here, beautiful.” He releases my hair, and moves his hands under my arms, bringing me to him. I lie on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We’re both quiet while we catch our breaths. A quick glance at the clock tells me we have maybe an hour before Monroe is calling, and I’m perfectly content to lie right here until the last possible minute.

ChapterNineteen

Roman

It’s Christmas night. We all got here around four to celebrate our Everlasting Ink family Christmas. It’s closing in on midnight, and Monroe and I are the only two left other than Emerson and Forrest. I know I should leave, but I can’t seem to make myself stand up and walk out the door.

Emerson and Monroe are in matching pajamas, and they’re dancing around the living room, dancing to whatever latest hit is on the radio. Honestly, I’m not even listening, so I couldn't tell you what it is.

What I can tell you is my girl's long brown hair is flowing down her back in loose curls. Her green eyes are smiling as she bounces around and acts silly with her best friend. I can’t take my eyes off her. Thankfully, Forrest seems to be watching them too.

Monroe does this silly hip thrust move, shaking her ass, and Emerson falls into a fit of hysterical laughter. My lips twitch, because seeing her this happy makes me happy. My dad always used to tell me that one day a woman would come into my life and her happiness would be my main priority. I always told him he was going crazy in his old age, but sitting here on this couch, watching her, I understand what he meant.

My girl is thriving, and I’m here to stand beside her to witness it. I get to walk next to her and stand proud while she accomplishes all of her goals. Well, kind of. She knows I’m there, but everyone else will find out soon enough.

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