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He tilts his head toward the ceiling, letting out a hiss between his teeth. With the slippery condom in hand, I pinch the tip, sliding it over his length, rolling it on until it hits the base.
I wipe my hand on the comforter, then bring it up to his hair. It's messy, falling around his face. I push it back, curling my fingers in his long strands. Pulling his face down to mine, I kiss him, burying my lips against his.
He kisses me back, diving his tongue into my mouth. I slide my tongue along his, moaning into his mouth as his hand comes to my breast. He tweaks my nipple, and I arch my back. With his free hand, he lines up his erection, pushing the head between my folds. He slides his head back and forth, pressing against my clit over and over again. I moan, pushing my hips up toward his.
Finally, he sinks in. Pushing all the way to the hilt, I can feel nothing but heat, his twitching erection pulsing against my walls.
Then, he moves, so slowly. He slides in and out, and I can hear the slick wetness of our bodies as they grind against each other. He grunts, his lips hovering over mine. I lift my head, connecting my lips with his. They barely touch, the smallest caress against each other.
He breathes in as I breathe out, and he breathes out as I breathe in. We inhale each other as he moves, keeping his body as close to mine as possible. Our bodies grow slick, damp with sweat. I feel an electricity between us, a connection that's deeper than physical. My chest grows warm, feeling like his heart is beating against mine.
I feel like we're one as we move with each other. I can feel his love, I can hear his thoughts. Everything about him is every bit a part of me.
His hands slide down, gripping my hips as he rolls over, lying his back against the mattress and settling me on top on his lap. My hair tumbles over my shoulders, brushing his waist. His fingers thread through the strands, messing them up as he takes hold.
I move, grabbing onto his hands, lacing my fingers with his as I press up on my knees, grinding against him.
He grunts, his eyes burning into mine with need. I move faster, grinding against him as a tingling starts in my sex. I can feel the pressure building, a growing orgasm that will knock me on my back. His cock hits a spot in me with every bounce, every move he slides against me that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
His small grunts and my small moans fill the room, and I move faster, our skin starting to slap against one another. My breasts bounce, and his free hand goes up, palming the weight and pinching my nipple between his fingers.
My head tilts back, a whimper slipping from my lips. He fills me so completely. He's so big, hitting every inch of me. I can feel him in my stomach, I can feel him in my heart. There isn't a part of me that isn't affected by him.
His hands leave my breast and hair, gripping my waist. He starts to control my movements, creating the pace that he wants. I move faster, chasing the orgasm that is burning through my blood. I can feel my walls fluttering against him, the imminent orgasm clenching him inside of me.
He lets out a guttural groan, his cock twitching, growing impossibly larger inside of me. He slams my hips down on him, and I break free, my orgasm rushing through me.
He twitches, and I can feel him come, his cock pulsing and emptying inside the condom. My vision clouds with lust, and I close my eyes, my chest falling against his as my hips continue grinding, wanting this feeling to last forever. His fingers dig into my sides, creating bruises on my hips.
I can hear his heart beating in my ear, the vicious pounding fast and erratic. He pushes my hair from my face, brushing it over my shoulder as his fingers trail down my back. I close my eyes, loving his heat, his body, his comfort.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, pulling the condom off and tossing it off the bed. Rolling over, he holds me against him, curling my body flush to his. He kisses my neck, my back, and brings his hand to my jaw, pulling my lips to his. "I love you, Luna."
"I love you, Roman."
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
LUNA
2001
"What's got you looking so nervous?"
I glance over my shoulder, seeing Roman walking up to me. He's got a bright smile on his face, his arms snaking around my waist. His hand presses against my stomach, as if he knows there are butterflies flapping around, nerves filling and spilling out of me.
"It's just been a long time," I whisper, looking out our balcony window. The sun is only in the beginning stages of falling behind the tall skyscrapers. There's a shiny, orange hue in the city. Yellow cabs down on the street look miniature as they zip down the street. I can hear the honking, the people rushing down the sidewalks, the constant chaos of New York City. The summer greens are starting to turn into fall oranges and reds.
Roman presses a kiss against my neck, his lips warm and comforting. I curl into him, turning around and wrapping my arms around his chest. "I'm excited, but I'm nervous," I murmur against his soft gray shirt.
The timbre of his voice vibrates against my ear, "Nothing to be worried about. It's just our family."
I sigh, knowing he's right. It's been months since we've gotten home from our Washington trip. Months since we got engaged. I run my fingers along my ring, the new addition to my body that I promised I'd never take off. It's beautiful, perfectly my style. Roman couldn't have picked out anything more suited for me. For us.
Tonight, I get to see our families for the first time since I was eighteen years old. My stomach twists and turns with every moment that goes by. Our engagement party has been put off long enough, everyone's schedule not aligning with the next person's. But this weekend is the weekend everyone was able to come out. This evening we're just having our families over for a small dinner here, and my stomach has been in knots all day.
It doesn't help that next week is my audition at Julliard. I've practiced long enough. I'm ready. Roman thinks I'm ready. I could perfect my routine with my eyes closed. There isn't a move that hasn't been done one million times by my body. My toes, feet, legs, arms, every limb has been put through hell during this last year. It's been hard, the hardest I've physically beat my bones and muscles. But the time has come, and in only a few days I'll know whether or not I'll be attending Julliard.
Roman's hands lift, circling my neck before curling around my chin. He tilts my head up, and I look into his eyes, seeing his warm brown eyes with specks of gold flickering back at me. "It'll all be okay," he says, as if he knows my worries are more than just about seeing our parents tonight.
