Chapter 37
37
KAIRA
M y heart swelled as I watched the emotions play across Roman’s face. He looked both vulnerable and awestruck as he stared at the framed photo of his parents. The usually stoic and controlled man I had come to know was stripped bare, raw emotion shining through.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I melted against him. We gently swayed back and forth to the music. I couldn’t begin to express how relieved I was that he enjoyed the party. I had been stressing out about his reaction. When I heard people were betting he was going to lose his shit and storm out, I came very close to canceling the whole thing.
But seeing the look on his face when he walked in, the pure joy and surprise, made it all worth it. He had clearly been touched by the gesture.
“Thank you for going through so much trouble for me,” he said.
“It wasn’t any trouble. I’m just glad you got to have a good birthday.”
“I’ll admit, it’s been a while since I could say that. It was good. Really good.”
“Well, it’s not over yet,” I said with a flirty smile.
“No?”
“No. I’m going to go upstairs and you’re going to meet me in your room in five minutes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
I gave him a quick kiss. “It’s my turn to give you my gift.”
He chuckled. “I have a feeling it’s going to be the best one yet.”
I left him in the solarium and went upstairs to my room. I was incredibly nervous but also very excited to put on the lingerie I bought with this night in mind. The set was a deep red lace and satin number. It was snug and gave my boobs a nice lift, making my cleavage look amazing. The matching garter belt and thigh-high stockings added an extra touch of seduction. The panties were itty bitty. I grabbed the big red bow and stuck it to my chest. He was going to get to unwrap me.
Dressed and ready and feeling like a true seductress, I walked down the hall and waited for him in his room.
The anticipation built as I waited for Roman. My heart raced with excitement and a touch of nerves. I wanted this night to be perfect, to give him an unforgettable birthday gift.
When the door finally opened, Roman’s expression shifted from curiosity to smoldering desire the moment his eyes landed on me. He slowly closed the door behind him, his gaze roaming hungrily over my lingerie-clad body.
“Kaira,” he breathed, his voice thick with want. “You look… incredible.”
I felt a thrill of triumph at his reaction. Slowly, I stood from the bed and sauntered toward him, the satin and lace caressing my skin with every step.
“Happy birthday, Roman,” I purred, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. “I have a very special gift for you.”
His hands settled on my hips, pulling me flush against him. “I can’t wait,” he murmured, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.
The giant bow squished between us. Roman stepped back and reached for it. “Can I?”
“It’s your party.”
He pulled it away, revealing the full scope of the lingerie. Not that there was a lot to see. He licked his lips. “Damn.”
When he reached for me again, I stepped back and shook my head. “Nope. Tonight is about you.”
I began to undress him, taking my time and rubbing my body against his as I slowly removed each article of clothing. His breath grew heavy as I teased him, my fingers trailing along his toned chest and abs. When he was finally stripped down to just his boxers, I pushed him back onto the bed.
He watched me with dark, hungry eyes. I climbed onto the bed, crawling up his body until I was straddling his hips. I ground against him, pulling a deep groan from him. His hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs caressing the satin ribbon that lined the panties. I kissed down his chest, sliding my body lower and down his thighs.
My tongue circled his navel before I slid off the bed once again. I reached for his boxers and pulled them down. I stared down at the large, naked man on the bed with his erection bouncing with every breath. I gulped down the lump of desire. I wanted to climb on him and ride him, but not yet. I wanted to drag this night out for him. He always gave me so much pleasure. I wanted to give him the same sense of euphoria.
Roman was magnificent, all toned muscle and rugged masculinity. My gaze drank him in, from his broad shoulders down to his thick, throbbing arousal. I felt an ache of desire between my own legs as I knelt on the bed beside him. My hand wrapped around his thick cock, gently rubbing from the base and sliding up. My thumb gently caressed the tip.
I felt a thrill of power as Roman’s breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly at my touch. I leaned in, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, my tongue tracing a path dangerously close to where he wanted me most.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gently guiding me. “Kaira,” he growled, his voice strained with need.
I glanced up at him, holding his gaze as I slowly, deliberately, wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He let out a strangled groan, his hips bucking upward. I began to tease and suck him, keeping my movements languid and unhurried, savoring the way his body reacted to my touch.
Roman was putty in my hands, his usual control and composure completely unraveled. His fingers tightened in my hair, his hips shifting restlessly as I worked him over with my mouth. I loved seeing him like this, completely at my mercy.
“Kaira, I can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, his voice ragged.
I looked up at him and smiled. I slowly pulled back, my hand continuing to pump him gently. “I want you to let go, Roman,” I said softly. “I want you to let go completely.”
I returned my mouth to his cock and sucked him deep into my throat. With a primal groan, Roman hit his climax, and I felt his hot release fill my mouth. I swallowed each spurt, savoring the evidence of his pleasure as he shuddered and trembled in the aftermath.
Finally, when his breathing had returned to almost normal, I crawled up the bed and straddled him once more. “My turn,” I purred, running my fingernails lightly down his chest.
He was breathing hard. “Two minutes.”
“I’ll occupy myself,” I teased.
He rolled me off him, stretching out beside me. “I think I’d like to finish unwrapping my gift. Beautifully wrapped as it is.”
His hands trailed up my bare thighs, gently caressing the satin ribbon bow. His fingers deftly untied it. My eyes closed as the air brushed against my heated skin. He repeated the process on the other leg, a small grin playing on his lips as he admired my lace lingerie. “You are the sexiest woman alive.”
I blushed a deep red. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“You’ve definitely succeeded in that. Now I can’t wait to see how impatient I can make you.”
I moaned as his talented fingers traced the lace along my thighs, dipping under the fabric. His fingers found my most sensitive spot. I gasped at the electric sensation. Roman’s touch was deliberate, teasing, driving me slowly mad with desire.
“Roman,” I breathed, arching into his touch.
He chuckled low in his throat, his fingers continuing their delicate exploration. “Patience. It’s my birthday, after all.”
I bit my lip, trying to suppress another moan as his fingers worked their magic. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
I let out a soft gasp as he worked two fingers in me, his thumb circling my most sensitive spot. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. My hips moved instinctively, matching the rhythm of his fingers. My breathing grew heavier, my heart rate quickened. A wave of pleasure washed over me. I knew I wasn’t far away from climaxing.
Roman watched me intently, enjoying the sight of my passion. He could tell I was close. He increased the pace of his fingers, slowly building up a steady rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. My hips bucked wildly, seeking more, and he made sure to hit all the right spots.
It wasn’t long before the orgasm hit me, knocking the air from my lungs.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, hot and insistent. He was ready once again.
Roman reached over to the nightstand, his movements urgent. I heard the drawer open and knew he was getting a condom. He rolled it on with practiced efficiency, his eyes never leaving mine.
I watched as he positioned himself, ready to slide inside me. The anticipation of his entry was almost unbearable but also thrilling. With a deep breath, I reached down and guided him into me. He slid smoothly, filling me completely.
“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered against my lips, his gaze locked with mine.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around him as he began to move inside me. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly. I couldn’t count how many times we had sex, but tonight it felt different. It felt like he was truly meant for me and me alone.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, only adding to the intensity of the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure coursed through me with each stroke.
“Kaira,” he groaned, his voice ragged with need. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I whispered against his neck, my fingers tightening in his hair. “You drive me wild.”
It was too much. He pushed deeper inside me, his hips bucking wildly as he let go. The feeling of his release was incredible, waves of heat and satisfaction coursing through me, tipping over the edge again. His body trembled against mine as he collapsed on top of me, our sweat-slick skin sticking together.
We lay there together for a long moment, catching our breath. I could feel his heart still pounding against my chest. “That was… unbelievable,” he murmured hoarsely.
I kissed the side of his face. “Always is.”
“Best birthday ever.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I haven’t even unwrapped my gift all the way.”
I let out a soft giggle. “Maybe you should finish unwrapping it then,” I offered playfully.
Roman raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me with affectionate eyes. With deliberate slowness, he traced his fingers down the side of my face, his touch sending yet another shiver through me. His fingers eventually reached the edge of my lace bra, toying with it teasingly. “I think I’ve found something else to unwrap,” he murmured.
I slightly nodded my head to give him a silent invitation for him to continue. Roman’s fingers expertly unclasped the bra, slow, almost reverently, as if savoring every moment. The fabric slid off my shoulders and fell away. He admired the view for a moment before bending down to kiss the newly exposed skin with adoration.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I was glad we could sleep in tomorrow because I had a feeling it was going to be a very late night.