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He drops my foot, moving up to my thighs and massaging them, then moving his hands over my waist. "I don't think you're being stupid. I think you're being human."
"I don't like being human." I pout.
He chuckles. "Well, I think I've got some news that you might enjoy."
This perks me up. "What is it?"
His hand trails up my side, his fingers dancing along the outside of my breasts. My nipples tighten into peaks, barely noticeable through the soapy water. But Roman zones in on them, his tongue peeking out slightly to lick his lips.
"It's a surprise," he whispers, dragging his fingers along my breasts, pinching my nipple ever so slightly. I arch my back, the water lapping against the side of the tub with my movements.
"Please," I whimper, needing him. He holds out on me, keeping a distance sexually while all I want is him. He knows this, too. He knows how desperate I am to hold him against me. I need him. I need every bit of him, but he won't take that extra step. It's frightening, torturous, painful.
His hand slides down my stomach, swirling the soap along my body beneath the water. His finger dips into my belly button, pressing gently, then he rolls the soap back up, sliding between my breasts and up to my neck. "What do you say? Will you let me surprise you?"
"How can I agree to something when I don't know what it is?" I moan, inching toward his hand, needing any kind of relief from the burn building low in my belly.
"Because you trust me. Because you love me."
"If you love me, will you help me?"
His eyes slide to mine, the dark brown turning black with want. "What do you need, Luna?"
I sit up, the water splashing as I slide against the bottom of the tub, until I'm right next to him, me on one side of the porcelain and him on the other. The water splashes, and I lean forward, my lips only inches from his. Water drips from my hair and onto his arm, but he doesn't flinch. He doesn't move.
"I want you. Please. I'm ready." My hand falls over the tub, and I press against the zipper of his jeans, feeling the bulge growing between his legs. "I know you want me, too."
He stares at me, his breaths heavy but even. I watch his jaw tick, once, twice, three times. "Tell me yes to your surprise, and I'll help you."
"Yes," I say before he can even finish his sentence. It's been years since I've been with him, and I need him. Whatever part of him I can get, I'm greedy enough to take.
His hand goes above my breasts, his fingers large as they splay against my chest. He pushes me back, and I slide down, my back hitting the foot of the tub. It's cool against my skin, even though the water is still warm. His hand slips beneath the water, his fingers dragging along my leg. From my knee, he trails up, sliding his fingers along the inside of my thigh. My leg twitches, need and anticipation firing up my insides.
My hands go up, my fingers clutching the edges of the tub. It's slippery, and I'm barely able to hang on. As his hand rests against my sex, pulsing with a desperate need, my hands slide off the sides, splashing into the water. I press them against the tub beneath me, raising my hips as they seek his fingers.
Roman chuckles, his other hand sliding into the water against my lower stomach. He presses down, lowering my hips back down to the tub. "Be patient, Luna."
"How can I be patient when you've been holding out on me for so long? You know how badly I want you, and you continue to torture me," I whine.
I can feel his finger slide between my folds. Poking through the top, he presses against my slit before sliding down, sinking knuckle-deep into my sex. My hip bucks, and Roman's hand goes back down, pushing me down to stay still. "I torture you because when I have you, it's going to be all of you. I don't want a piece, or a fucking sliver, I want every bit of you, Luna." His fingers curl inside of me, making me see stars. He pulls out until only the tip of his finger is still inside of me, then slides back in. So slowly, so torturously.
I release a guttural moan. It tears through my throat, echoing off the small bathroom walls.
"I'm ready," I moan.
"You're not," he mumbles, continuing his torturous fingering. He adds a second finger, and I curl my toes. They ache from the movement, but the ache between my legs is so much more painful at this point. I lift my foot, pressing it against the faucet, spreading my legs wide for him. I look over at Roman, seeing his eyes darken further at my positioning.
"When I have you, Luna, I'm never going to let you go. I'm going to have every. Fucking. Inch." He plunges in with each word, lifting me higher and higher toward my orgasm. I can feel the tingling in my body, starting at my toes and working toward my head. I start to feel lightheaded, the heat of the water and Roman's ministrations making my sight begin to blur.
His two fingers slide againstthat spot. That spot that makes my body thump with every touch. I can't take it, and I reach forward, grabbing onto his forearm and digging my nails in. They score his skin, creating small pink lines.
"I'm going to…" I breathe, my voice escaping my chest.
"Come for me, Luna. Let go. Let go of everything." His words alone make me unravel. My entire body turns to lava, liquefying me. I come apart under his hand, melting into the water as a tortured moan ricochets from my chest. Tears spring to my eyes, pain and love mixing together and streaming down my cheeks. I can't take it, and I close my eyes, everything that is Roman healing me. His healing hurts, though, as he puts me back together. My scars run deep, and Roman knows this, piecing me together in exactly the way he knows how.
Roman is theonlyone who could piece me back together.
My eyes slide open, and I'm here again. I look down, seeing the leotard I bought for my audition at Julliard. The black one with the black tutu. My slippers are even on, the ribbons laced up my ankles.
