The moment the words left her mouth, she wished they hadn’t. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laid herself this bare for another person. Though she’d do anything to stop Roman’s pain, she found herself terrified that she’d all but handed him the key to her own.
“Fuck him,” she whispered, unable to help herself.
Roman pulled back, allowing the tip of his nose to linger over hers for only a moment before tilting his head, and covering her lips with his.
They inhaled in harmony, the shock of his kiss zooming through them both. Angie fell back as the feel of his lips stole the life from her body, rendering her unsteady. He released her waist and cupped her cheeks, holding her lips to his, pulling away only when the lack of oxygen nearly suffocated her.
Their eyes rose, met, and fluttered closed in time. She wasn’t allotted even a moment to take a full breath before his mouth made a home on hers once more.
It was everything she’d ever dreamed of, but nothing like she imagined. It was earth shaking, stomach churning, and eye watering in a way she never could have dreamed up on her own. The way he was bringing her body to life was a beauty that could only be savored as it happened. She could hardly believed it was happening to her.
He tested the crease of her lips with his tongue, searching for entry. In her shocked haze, she didn’t consent, and he brought his arm around her waist. He pulled her back to her toes until every inch of her body was, once again, glued to his. His hardness knocked at her pelvis, making his intentions clear.
“Kiss me, Angie,” he whispered, so softly that she barely heard it. His fingers dug into her waist from where he held her tightly against him, and his other hand disappeared into her curls. “Kiss me.”
The rapidly drying tears on his face wet her cheeks as he pushed his tongue against her lips again.
A guttural, out of control, purely masculine sound jetted out of him when the tip of her tongue finally touched his, gingerly, so coyly he was sure she was doing it purposely. Torturing him. He barely felt the moistened tip before it disappeared back into her sweet, warm mouth. She surprised him by coming up higher on her toes and spreading her lips over his, giving him more of her, all of her, tongue meeting his once more, hard and fast.
“Yes.” He gasped, sucking desperately at her bottom lip, slowly, heartily, before releasing it and taking her top. He gave it the same treatment in torturous search for more of her. He spread his lips over hers as his tongue delved inside her mouth, feeling her own meet his, again and again. Something in him broke completely apart, and he moaned deeply, increasing the pace of the kiss, parting his own lips as far as they would go before trapping hers once more. Releasing them. Trapping them.
The intensity of his lips came in sync with his shuddering heart, and he claimed her with a vengeance, desperate to give her a taste of what he was feeling. What he was craving.
Their mouths battled in the quiet kitchen, sending the rigorous smacking of their lips bouncing off the walls as they grew more passionate.
Angie’s stomach felt like it had bottomed out, unable to believe that Roman Romanovsky was kissing her with such vigor, such authority. It left her unable to complete one single thought. Nothing existed outside of the sweet moisture they shared between their working lips, nor the moisture that had rushed to her channel, and continued to rush, with every moment his hands and lips were on her.
She breathed in deep when he tugged her body closer, and pushed her back towards the refrigerator, not stopping until his fingers were crushed between the stainless steel and the small of her back. He bent his legs, and she was all but forced to wrap her own around him as he lifted her with ease, bending his neck upward so as not to break their wild kiss. Pressing her pelvis firmly to his, he clutched the globes of her ass in his traveling hands. She gasped as he pushed his weight against her, sending her back slamming into the fridge. His hands tested her ass, sliding further down until he was cupping her heat from behind, hitting all the right spots even through the thick fabric of her jeans.
She moaned involuntarily. His arousal became apparent, and her eyes flew open, just in time to catch the look of erotic determination on the closed lids of his own, the soft joining of his eyebrows. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, begging for the kind of promises she wasn’t sure she could keep.
“Roman,” she moaned. He trapped her bottom lip with his teeth, silencing her, before taking it between his lips in a gentle kiss. She wanted to protest, but barely heard herself say the words as her hips began grinding unconsciously against his. She knew if this went any further he would want to make love, and she wasn’t sure she was ready.
Sensing her pulling back, Roman’s lips left hers with a smack, and he kissed a trail to her ear. Her arms tightened around his neck as he whispered hoarsely into her ear--filthy promises that he seemed determined to keep.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby.”
“Roman…” She scarcely recognized her own voice, heart knocking so violently at her ribcage it was a wonder it hadn’t shattered from her chest.
“I need you so bad. Tonight. I’ll take care of you, baby, I promise.”
She clawed at the back of his neck, tightening her legs from where they were still cradled around his waist.
“I’ll make you cum, again.” He suckled her ear between his lips before moving them back to her mouth, taking her bottom lip between his own, releasing it sluggishly, with regret. “I’ll show you how.”
Her breathing came in rapid gasps now. “Roman, you don’t know what you’re… saying…” The truth was, she didn’t know what she was saying. She’d dreamed about this man for ten years, he was offering to make love, and she was saying no. She would surely hate herself for this later. With each passing second it was occurring to her that Roman just needed a body, any body, to take his mind off of what had just happened with his father.
He sucked the skin of her neck noisily between his lips, and it felt so good she was sure he’d keep his word, without even knowing it, and make her cum right there.
“I think…”
His fingers snuck under her t-shirt, and his skin felt like fire against hers.
“Roman, I really think…”
“Don’t think,” he admonished.
Angie didn’t know how to do that, and before she knew it, she was cupping his cheeks in her hands, waiting for him to finally pull back and meet her eyes. The moment he did, she knew she had to stop this. His tears had dried, replaced with the desire that now shadowed his eyes. Looking into those eyes, she knew she couldn’t sleep with him. “I think you need anyone right now, Roman. Anyone to make you forget about what you’re feeling, and I just happen to be the only person around.”
His eyes searched hers, glowing with need. “I need you.”
Her legs came from around his waist and the tips of her toes barely hit the floor when he refused to release his hold on her.
He shook his head as he cupped her cheek, searching for connection, eager for the gift of her narrowed eyes. “There’s no reason someone as beautiful as you should think she doesn’t deserve love. To feel it. To make it.” He swallowed thickly. “Let me love you.”
Her eyes finally met his, and this time it was her own filled with tears.
“I’ll only disappoint you.” She said the words before she’d even had a chance to think them, and they shocked her. The truth hit her like a bulldozer. She was afraid to lay down with Roman, because she was terrified to disappoint him. The embarrassment would be unfathomable, too much for her heart to take. It had never mattered with all the guys who’d come before him, because she’d never cared about them like she cared about him. The fear engulfed her. “I’m not a good lover. You know that about me.”
“It’s not possible that you’ll disappoint me. For the millionth time, Angie. Lay down with me, and I’ll prove it.”
As her eyes searched his, she wondered if he was right.
“Those idiots you were fucking with befor
e didn’t have the first clue what to do with a woman--what to do with you. But I see you, Angie. I’ll make your body do things you never thought it could.” He licked his lips. “I’m desperately attracted to you. I care about you. And right now, I need you… I don’t think you’ll ever understand how badly. And I think you need me, too.”
She almost laughed. Understatement of the year. She didn’t just need him. She craved him, yearned for him. Right at that moment, her pussy pounded for him, with almost as much vigor as her thumping heart.
It was her heart that stopped her, because she knew that was where the real carnage laid in wait. That was where the real damage would inevitably be done.
“We should make love, if for no other reason than to open your eyes.”
“Open my eyes to what?”
Roman smiled, running the beds of his knuckles down her cheek. “To how beautiful you are. I’ll turn you inside out so you can see it for yourself. It’ll be impossible to deny.”
Her eyes fell.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, since the night you let me touch you.”
“Oh god…”
“Not for one second.”
“Roman…”
“We can go slow.”
Her eyes rose back to him, and widened.
A smiled lifted his lips. “Or fast.”
If it was possible, her eyes went even wider.
He removed her glasses. “Soft.”
Her lips fell apart.
His smile grew. “Hard?”
A blush tinged her cheeks.
“Whatever you want.” Taking a step toward her, he cupped her waist, again, eyes searching hers. For a while, they stood quietly, gazes traveling each other’s faces, hooded eyes, parted lips, heaving chests. Before she knew it, Angie was wrapping her trembling arms around his neck.
And Roman broke. He closed the space between them and kissed her with vigor, sweeping her off her feet with one swift move before carrying her across the room, and up the stairs to his bedroom.
8
Roman palmed her bare thighs in the middle of his king sized bed, spreading them apart, blue eyes falling to her wet, pulsating mound. Something in him moved. Something that left him in a trance, breathless, digging his fingers into her splayed legs.
Self-consciousness filled Angie’s eyes, and she pulled her knees together, closing her thighs.
Roman shoved them adamantly back apart. The mattress shook under the force as he slammed her knees back open, spreading her wet lips once more, even farther than before. His eyes rose to meet hers from where his half-naked body was knelt before her, excitement dripping from the arousal that hung heavy outside the slit of his boxers, wetting the white sheets.
“Don’t hide from me.” His eyes were like blue fire as they hit hers, holding her legs open with a strength that hadn’t been there before. He pushed one of her parted knees even higher, opening her up in a way he was sure she’d never been open to a man before.
Angie could feel the lips of her heat coming apart as he spread her. She felt sliced open, not just because her pounding pussy was on full display to this beautiful man, but because her very soul felt open. He wasn’t the first man she’d been naked with, but he was the first to make her feel this bare, this exposed, like a woman on the front line of war without arms. Those powerful eyes lingered on her before they fell back down to her pussy, which was now pounding mercilessly, damn near screaming his name.
She’d never felt more exposed. More naked.
Releasing his hold on her knees, his fingers moved slowly down her thighs, drawing a slow trail to her pounding heat, spreading her throbbing channel apart with his thumbs. He licked his lips at the picture she made. “Your pussy is beautiful.”
Unable to hear the words, Angie slung her arms over her eyes, covering them with her elbows.
“Don’t hide. Look at me.”
With effort, Angie pulled her arms from her face, burying her knuckles between her teeth as she drummed up all the will she could manage, and met his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, the moment her eyes met his. He didn’t break their gaze, not even as he leaned down, and covered her clit with the bed of his hot tongue.
Angie cried out, throwing her head back at the amazing sensation. His tongue was wet, warm--forceful and rough--but in the gentlest possible way. It wasn’t the kind of half-hearted, lazy probing of her channel she’d grown used to over the years. No, he buried his face deeper in her walls than any man ever had, with a voracious tongue, fervent lips and urgent eyes. She didn’t know if anything would ever feel so good again.
Her spine arched off the mattress when a sensation so powerful shot through her she couldn’t distinguish whether it was pleasure or pain. It was something mouth-wateringly in-between. Something she hadn’t even felt the night he’d stroked her to completion all those weeks ago.
This feeling… this was on another level.
Her center throbbed like it had a heart beat of it’s own, even as shots of pleasure warmed her walls and pumped across every inch of her body, making it swell for more. A wave hit her, so exquisite that it shocked her, causing her to lock his head between her trembling thighs. She threw her head back, jamming her eyes shut, and the incredible feel of his wet tongue on her equally slippery pussy disappeared. The moment he stopped, her back hit the mattress and her eyes shot down.
She was met with his own eyes still boring into hers, lips glazed with her desire. It took all she had not to grab his head and shove them back between her legs.
“Look at me,” he whispered his warning, holding her gaze as he lowered his head between her legs once more, lapping softly at her clit the same way he had been a moment before. He licked her until she whimpered, from her clit to her entry, and even lower still. He didn’t stop until he’d tested every crevice, tasted every inch. Lapping his tongue back up to her center slowly, he made sure to hit every soft, slick corner before he was finally flicking the tip of her clit once more, never breaking his eyes from hers. A string of her juices followed his tongue as he pulled away, once more.
“Please don’t stop,” Angie begged, unable to stop her fluttering lashes.
“I want you to see it. I want you to see me when I make you cum.”
“Okay. Please.” She almost screamed when he covered her aching clit with his mouth, once more, sucking and licking with more vigor--knowing vigor--sending flames of heat and white hot pleasure blasting through her, each with more strength than the last. Every lick felt warmer than the last, every stroke driving her deeper, every slurp curling her back farther. Against all her will, her eyes fluttered shut.
As promised, his intense tongue came to a grinding halt.
Her eyes popped open, catching his immediately. Only when their eyes met did he put his mouth back on her, smiling deviously as he ate her slowly, focusing the tortuous attention of his skilled mouth exclusively on the hammering bud of her clit. He waited until she was thrashing, panting, making sounds she herself didn’t even know she was capable of before sliding one finger into her soaking channel. It went in with ease, so he pulled back, and added two more, thumb and pinky standing erect as his fingers swirled inside her, searching for the bumpy nugget he knew would finish her off.
“Oh Rome.” She wheezed, unable to tell whether the unexplainable storm that was hitting her from head to toe was courtesy of those hot blue eyes wrapped up in hers, the plush lips fastened around her pounding nub, or the fourth thick finger sliding inside her pussy to join the other three. His tongue was like a flame setting fire to her body, fingers like kerosene, urging it on until it was a full alarm blaze, claiming every inch of her, her words, her thoughts, even her senses, as his own. All that existed was him. She was his.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
Angie swallowed thickly, and managed a short, frantic nod. She just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, but he seemed determined to torture her.
“Yeah?” His
eyes varied in intensity, from dark to light, as his tongue continued to lap at her. He pressed harder as her breathing grew in intensity, sucking her clit between his lips and slurping softly, fingers driving in and out of her slickness with ease. The small smile that’d grown on his face as he listened to her pants immediately fell when she involuntarily closed her thighs, an unconscious response to the pleasure. He pulled his busy fingers from her pussy, wetting her thighs with her juices as he thrust them back open, never once breaking his lips and tongue from her mound.
Angie heaved out a moan as a feeling she’d never experienced overtook her. It started in a warm swirl at her belly, and undulated slowly over every inch of her, flourishing, rendering her body a complete lush for his flittering tongue, at his complete mercy in a way she couldn’t concoct in even her wildest dreams.
This time, when her eyes fluttered shut, he didn’t stop. She would have thanked god for that, but she couldn’t think a single thought as her back arched off the bed. Pleasure engulfed her from head to toe, and she screamed as it warmed every inch of her, sending light flashing under her closed eyelids, rendering the world around her meaningless, nonexistent. All that existed was how amazing it felt, how right.
It rocked her, and it was no longer necessary for Roman to hold her thighs open. They pulled apart as far as they would go all on their own, as she was hit with one orgasmic shock after the other, the sweet sounds of him suckling and lapping at her ringing pleasantly in her ears as she came. He drank in every jolt, every tremor, giving her more even as she gripped at his hair, begging for mercy and for more all at once.
He ached for her to look him in the eye, to watch as he proved her beauty, once and for all, but nothing in the world could drive him to take this moment away from her. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He pressed his fingers back inside her walls as the last shock hit her, inspiring several more, until the last scream was finally expelled from her tired lungs.
Angie managed to open her eyes as the last shock hit her, just in time to catch sight of his mouth fastened to her throbbing center, drinking in every drop her body had to give as it thrashed out the last of her peak, never breaking away from her until she was all but comatose on the rumbled sheets.
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