Chapter 17
Roman
Ican’t keep my hands off Eloise. It was torture being with her all night, allowed to touch her but not the way I wanted to.
Thank fuck I can remedy that now.
My hands are on her ass as soon as the doors of the elevator close, and with her fingers digging into my hair, I lick down her throat, sucking over her pulse, biting on the slope of her shoulder.
I know she hated the dress, complained a lot about it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.
Until I tried to pick her up and couldn’t since it trapped her legs.
Growling, I bend and throw her over my shoulder to carry her out of the elevator and down the hall to our room as she wails in protest. “Roman!”
“That’s good practice,” I say, unlocking the door, “screaming my name.”
I’m not at all delicate when I toss her on the bed, and she stares up at me with huge, surprised eyes, mouth quiet. A rare occurrence. After throwing my suit jacket on the chair in the corner, I start to unbutton my shirt. “You done with that dress? Need to wear it again?”
She shakes her head. “Why?”
“I’m gonna rip it off you.”
Her laugh breaks off. “You’re serious.”
“As soon as I’m done taking off my shirt.”
She scrambles up, hands flying to the hidden zipper on her side and pulls it halfway down, but she tumbles off the bed to the floor by the time I’m done with my shirt.
I’m on her before it even lands on top of my jacket, and as I promised, I rip that fucking thing off her.
All it takes is two hands on either side of the seam and one good yank.
“Oh my god,” she shrieks, staring down at herself, the satin in tatters, still clinging to her left shoulder with a gigantic bow. When I move, my intent clear, she holds up her hand. “Wait. Wait. You’ve done enough, Conan the Destroyer.”
In only a strapless bra and underwear, she lets what’s left of the dress fall off her, and I stand back to admire all that’s mine. For the night, at least.
We hadn’t bothered turning on all the lights, just the small one by the door, and it bathes Eloise in a golden hue, highlighting all my favorite things—her full tits, the roundness of her belly, her thick thighs—while the darkness shadows all the places I have yet to explore.
“I want to fuck you,” I state plainly, and a beat passes before she nods.
“I want that too.”
“But I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t plan for this to happen.”
She searches the room, as if some might appear.
Even opens the nightstand, coming up empty, save for a notepad and pen.
When she faces me again, she drags her gaze over me.
“I don’t know how you feel about it, but I have an IUD and that’s more than 99% effective.
At least, that’s what the brochure said, and you know what they say, if it’s printed on a brochure…
” She giggles, shaking her head. “I mean… That was weird. I’m nervous.
Are you nervous? You don’t look nervous.
Like, at all. Which is great. One of us should be confident.
But it’s been a while since I had sex, more than a year, and quite frankly, I’m nervous you’re going to tear me in two.
But since we don’t have condoms, we don’t have to do it—P in V, I mean.
We could do other things. Other things are good, but also, I’m okay with—” she pushes her palms together then motions to my cock, sticking straight up in my boxer briefs, the head poking out above the elastic “—as long as you don’t pierce my uterus with that thing.
And, of course, if it’s okay with you, and you’re healthy, we don’t have to use a condom. I trust you. I—”
I don’t need to hear any more and silence her with my mouth, one hand on her neck, the other against her spine, my tongue finding hers, silencing her rambling until she’s panting and rubbing up against me.
When I back away, I tell her my truth. “I love hearing your tangents, but I can’t concentrate when you’re barely clothed and I’m hard as a fucking rock. ”
“Oh yeah. Okay. Right.”
I roll my forehead against hers. “I haven’t had sex in a long time either. Almost two years. I was tested after, and all clear.”
“Me too,” she says against my mouth. And then, “Two years? Wow. I feel like you should be having a lot more sex. You’re depriving the population. You could probably make good money doing OnlyFans or—”
“Eloise.” I hold her at arm’s length, and she stops.
“Hm?”
“I mean it, I love when you talk, but I plan on fucking you so hard, you can’t.”
She opens her mouth, I suspect to let another train of thoughts loose, but she nods instead, stuttering, “Uh-huh. Yep. Okay. Got it. Good.”
“Good.” I wipe my hand over my mouth, biting back my laugh.
This girl. Drives me wild.
With nothing left to say, I flick her bra off her, releasing those big beauties and immediately lower my mouth to suck on each one.
They’re heavy in my hands, with big pink nipples, and I lick at them until she’s digging her fingernails into me, hips restless and searching, and I can’t leave my girl wanting.
So I drop her underwear to the floor and grip her ass in both my hands, pulling her fully against me, and she rubs herself on me like a cat.
Practically purring in my hands.
I grunt my approval and roughly nip at her bottom lip, tugging on it, and she hisses but doesn’t back down or back away. No, she wraps one of her legs around my thigh, and I can’t help myself. I need to feel her, remind myself of how sweet she is.
I glide my hand between her legs, dipping my middle finger into her, only up to my first knuckle, teasing her. She exhales a soft, “Please, daddy.”
Fuck. She can blow me away with those two words. Yeah, I’ll take care of her. Yeah, I’ll be her daddy.
“You want to come?” I grate out against her chin. “You want to come on my fingers like a good little girl?”
She nods, whimpering, and I spin her around, facing the mirror, both of us in the reflection.
I take in all of her, every single one of her curves illuminated by the soft glow.
She’s a vision, all silky skin and warm shadows, her breath coming in quick pants.
Standing behind her, I band my left arm around her torso, playing with her nipples, and loop my right arm around her hips to give her what she wants.
This time, I slide two fingers over her clit and curl them into her, finding her wet and hot and already gripping me tight. When I do finally fuck her, I’m gonna explode. And fast.
For now, I concentrate on making her feel good, on enjoying the show.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble against her ear, and her pupils are so big, there is almost no green left in her irises as she watches us. As she watches me fuck her with my fingers.
I lick the shell of her ear, and she shivers, her skin pebbling. I twist her nipple hard, and she bucks her hips back, grinding against my cock. “Yeah, you like that. You’re gonna look so good riding me.”
She lolls her head back to my shoulder, but I shrug, forcing it up. “Look, Eloise.”
She licks her lips, and when she dutifully focuses on my fingers thrusting in and out of her, I leave a wet kiss on the nape of her neck before skimming my hand up between her breasts to lightly wrap around her throat.
“You look good with my hands on you.” I stroke the swollen spot inside her, and she cries out, squirming in my hold, so I tighten my grip, keeping her eyes on mine, my hand angling her head up.
The tattoos on my fingers spelling out my last name are on full display, like it’s hers too, and I like that idea.
Love that idea.
“You look so pretty with ink,” I murmur into her ear, hitting that spot again, her pussy clenching my fingers like a vise. “You think so too, huh? You like my hand around your throat. Maybe your first tattoo should be my name here.”
She shudders, her breath hitching, close to coming, and she has trouble not closing her eyes, so I squeeze. “Open. Watch.”
She does. She keeps her eyes open and watches as she comes, heaving out a sound that’s completely untamed. Unselfconscious.
There is no worrying when she’s with me. No thinking. No anxiety about not being good enough.
Because she’s perfect. She’s beautiful and bright and pure sunshine.
I turn her around, wasting no time, kissing her, my tongue in her mouth, my wet fingers gliding all over her. She’s as voracious as I am, no time needed to rebound. She wants more.
She wants it all, her arms around my neck, stretched up on her toes, her naked body completely aligned with mine, and my cock aches.
Though it’s not time yet. Not nearly.
I break away from Eloise and gesture to the bed, but when she doesn’t move fast enough, I lay a sharp slap to her ass that makes her gasp.
I do it again to watch her flesh jiggle, to see the pink bloom on her skin.
“On your back,” I tell her. “Hold your pussy open. I want to see what I’m about to eat. ”
She half laughs, half moans. “For a man who doesn’t talk all that much, you’re pretty good at dirty talk.”
I place one knee on the edge of the bed and jut my chin in a silent command for her to shift back, spread her legs. She complies. “For a woman who never stops talking, you’re pretty good at staying quiet. Now, show me.”
She skates her hands down her sides, over the patch of light brown hair between her legs and spreads her lips, revealing my real favorite kind of pink.
She’s glistening, her arousal evident, and I swallow a moan.
I ditch my pants and underwear, kicking them off somewhere behind me to absently run my hand over my cock.
It’s wet at the tip, and I’m dying to be inside her.
So much so that I need to verbally remind myself to wait.
“Soon,” I say, more to myself than her. “I’ll be inside.
But first, I have to make you good and ready. ”