Chapter 18 – Roman #2
This isn’t a gentle brush against her. This is hard and right against her pussy.
This is no fucking around and no going back territory.
All the times I’ve thought about her and gotten myself off to this very thing have paled in comparison.
She is delicious and perfect, and her mouth was made to only kiss mine.
I know it now, and I’m going to fucking prove it to her.
My hands tear at her shirt, yanking down the collar, only to rip it over her head. She’s still in her bikini top with her golden skin flashing against the pink cups. I shove one down and duck against her breast, nuzzling and biting and sucking her, utterly mindless.
“Roman,” she rasps, pulling on my hair, followed by my shirt when she realizes I don’t have a lot of hair for her to pull on. At least not at the back of my head.
Without breaking my kiss on her nipple, I reach back and pull my shirt over my head. It gets tossed somewhere, and then I’m back on her chest, cupping and squeezing and holy shit, her tits are so fucking pretty. I have to see all of them.
“Take this off,” I demand harshly. “I want to see you.” My voice has the low, deep timbre I use when I expect to be obeyed, and with it, I almost assume she’ll balk.
But she surprises me yet again. Angling up, she reaches awkwardly behind her back and unhooks the clasp, making the cups fall away. My mouth is back on hers, and I’m lost.
I kiss her and kiss her, my hands in her hair, on her tits, on her waist. My cock grinds against her, digging and searching, hating my shorts and her shorts for keeping me from being inside of her.
Her nails scratch down my back, our bare chests brushing, the heat so fucking exquisite we both moan.
She goes for the belt of my shorts, and I work the button and zipper of hers.
I don’t care about my hand. I don’t notice the pain.
We’re fumbling and pulling, kissing awkwardly in between forced breaks to get this or that undone or off.
Pushing her back, she arches into me, the unforgiving table beneath her, and I drag my cock, only covered in my briefs, up her slit over her bikini bottoms that are still adorably tied at her hips as if that will stop me from anything.
I draw back and meet her eyes, dark and glazed over, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her tits heaving as she tries to get control of her breathing.
She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Turned on for me. All mine.
I do it again, dragging roughly up and down her cunt while I look at her.
It’s the first time I’ve slowed down since we started, but feeling her like this, I know I’ll either come or lose control with her in another second.
She’s awoken a desperation in me I constantly fight to overcome.
The kind of desperation that only has one way of being sated, and even then, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to quiet this beast again.
I pull her up to me by the back of her head and crash my lips to hers, kissing her with fire and licking the flames.
My lips glide down her neck, biting and sucking, marking her as I go.
I swirl my tongue around one nipple, followed by the other.
She whimpers as my teeth sink into the side of her breast, but her body rocks in counterpoint to me as I do.
“Lower,” she demands, pushing my head. “Do that lower.”
I smile and play with her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel and tickling her with my lips. I love that she just asked for that. That she pushed and isn’t afraid to show me exactly what she wants. I wasn’t lying when I said confidence turns me on.
I reach the top of her bottoms and graze them with my teeth while I take her feet and rest them on the arms of the chair so I can sit back down. Gripping her hips, I drag her to me and bury my face in her center. She squeals, even though this is what she wanted.
“If you expected gentle, you’ve got the wrong man, Braelyn.”
My nose presses against the damp spot covering her cunt, and I groan as I suck in a breath, inhaling and tasting her scent. Her hand finds the top of my head, and she gasps loudly as I pull on the strings on either side of her hips until the bottoms fall away, and she’s bare beneath me.
A kiss to her inner thighs, a tremulous breath, and my mouth is on her pussy.
One hand swoops under her ass so I can lift it to my mouth, my other holding her open for my tongue.
But much like kissing her, I don’t know how to take this slow.
I don’t know how to go easy. I’m fucking ravenous for her, and there’s no way to hold that back or hide it.
The number of times I’ve dreamed of doing this very thing…
I circle her entrance, then fuck my tongue straight into her, groaning at how fucking good that is.
“Holy fuck,” she cries out.
“You taste so good,” I growl as I do it again, thrusting my tongue in deeper, harder, faster.
“I’ve wanted this so badly for so long.” My tongue slides up to her clit, and I plunge two fingers straight into her, twisting my wrist so I bang her with them as I work her clit.
She squirms, as what I’m doing is hard and intense, and half-heartedly pushes at me.
It makes me chuckle against her skin. “Baby, you’re not going anywhere until I let you.
Learn how to take it because this is only the start. ”
My cock throbs painfully with the need to fuck her, but right now, all I want to do is make her scream my fucking name.
Her pussy grinds against me, my tongue and lips all over her clit, playing with it, rolling it, sucking on it.
She’s so wet. So perfectly, deliciously wet, I can’t get enough of her.
I’m beyond high. I’m in fucking heaven with her splayed out on a table for me to devour.
My hand slides up her chest until it’s around her neck, collaring her without applying pressure.
My ring stares back at me from around her neck, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.
I’m collaring my wife.
It sparks something primal in me. Something so possessive and finite.
Shocked, she props herself up, her elbows digging into the table, and her eyes meet mine as I eat her cunt with abandon. I give her neck a small squeeze, only to immediately relax it. Trust me, this says. Let me own you.
And something about that is all it takes because a second later, her head falls back, and she absolutely loses it as she starts to come.
Her cunt clenches my fingers, holding them tight and deep inside of her.
I rub her front wall as I suck on her clit, not slowing, not easing up.
I increase the intensity until her hand is ripping at my hair and she’s screaming, writhing, arching against my hand on her neck, at the very brink of what she can take with this.
“Oh my god! It’s… I can’t… Ah! Jesus fuck, Roman! Oh my god.”
She hasn’t even felt what I have planned for her next.