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A smirk plays on his lips as he takes in my body, his gaze intense and full of desire.
We continue our dance of undressing, each layer discarded heightening the tension between us. The world outside this tiny room inside his jet fades away, leaving only the two of us and the electric charge that pulses between us.
He waits for me to strip off his pants, which I do with great pleasure.
I can't help but admire the sight before me.
Roman, in all his glory, is a work of fucking art—strong, defined, and irresistibly masculine.
My gaze flits down to his manhood, standing tall and proud.
It was the most beautiful sight I’ve laid my eyes on.
I am one fucking lucky girl.
My fingers itch to touch him, to feel the heat of him.
Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around him, eliciting a low growl from Roman's lips.
His head tilts back, eyes hooded, but he manages to find his voice.
"I’m dying to be inside of you" he murmurs, the sound dripping with desire.
I pull him down on top of me on the bed.
Guiding him toward me, the tip of him brushes against my entrance, teasing us both with the promise of what's to come. At this moment, I realize I may very well have met my match in Roman.
A man whose confidence rivals my own, whose passion mirrors mine.
Without any more hesitation, he takes the lead and enters me.
The sensation indescribable.
A blend of pleasure, warmth, and connection envelopes me. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and lust, as we chase the next pinnacle of pleasure together.
The sensation of Roman inside me is nothing short of divine.
Every inch of him fills me, stretching me in the most delicious way.
The way he moves is methodical and purposeful, each thrust timed to extract the maximum pleasure.
I can't help but marvel at how well we fit together—as if our bodies were designed specifically for one another.
Lying beneath him, my gaze travels over Roman's naked form, and I can't help but admire the landscape of taut muscles and sinew.
Every inch of him is a testament to strength and discipline.
From the chiseled lines of his abdomen to the broad expanse of his chest, he exudes a raw masculinity that makes my heart race. A few scars mar his skin, telling stories of battles fought — whether with other men or life itself, I can't tell. But rather than detracting from his allure, they add to it, painting him as a warrior, a survivor.
Intertwined with these scars are tattoos — some intricate, some simple — each one etching a piece of his journey onto his skin. There's something incredibly sexy about the way these tattoos curve with his muscles, beckoning me to explore every hidden meaning. As our eyes meet, a smirk forms on his lips, clearly aware of the effect he's having on me.
His hands roam my body, sending tingles everywhere they touch. When his fingers find my most sensitive spot, I gasp, arching into his touch. He chuckles, low and deep, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me. Our eyes lock, and I see the hunger in him, a passion that mirrors my own. His mouth clamps down on one of my nipples, his tongue teasing me, tingles of pleasure running through me.
I surrender myself, body and soul, to the rhythmic dance of our lovemaking. With every caress, with every deep thrust, I can feel another climax building even more powerful than the last.
"Roman," I breathe out, the world blurring as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy.
And he answers, not with words but with actions, pushing deeper, driving us both over the precipice. The world shatters, and I lose myself in the pure pleasure of the moment. It doesn't take long for him to follow, joining me in bliss.
