Chapter 21 – Scarlett #2
“There’s no need to torture yourself, milaya,” he added, his eyes locking with mine. “I’m here for you.”
I melted at his words, the longing in his gaze awakening emotions I’d tried to bury seconds ago. His thumb traced the curve of my mouth, my lips quivering beneath his touch. My toes curled, the tension between us gradually easing into something lighter.
“Whatever you were imagining,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, “I can bring it to reality.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and the tingling sensation between my legs ignited a fire within me. He dipped his thumb into my mouth while his other hand slowly went underneath the hem of my towel.
My breaths came in soft gasps the higher he traveled up my thigh. My body stiffened, embarrassed by the fact that he’d soon realize just how soaked I already was.
“Fuck,” I murmured sweetly when his finger slid in through my entrance.
It felt so good.
“You like that?” he teased, his thumb still inside my mouth.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
I locked my jaw, struggling to keep my pride intact.
His eyes bore into mine as his finger drove deeper into me.
“Mmm,” I groaned, sucking on his thumb.
“Say it,” he insisted, inserting a second finger.
My thighs closed around his hand, my eyes rolling backward.
“Tell me you like it.”
I didn’t want to, but his fingers were working magic on my pussy, and the feeling was electric. My face contorted in pleasure, my heart swelling with desire. He pushed deeper with strategic caresses that made my legs tremble.
But still, I wouldn’t bulge.
He kept going—on and on, his eyes never leaving my face, as though he were basking in the pleasure plastered all over it. I sucked on his thumb, throaty moans slipping through my lips as I refused to say the words.
Unrelenting, his fingers continued pleasuring me in ways that I never thought possible. His moves were slow and calculated, as if he knew exactly where to touch and how.
I gripped his shoulders for support, unable to tear my gaze off him. This man had me glued to him, lost in the feeling of his magic fingers. The more I tried to fight the sensation coursing through me, the more unbearable it became.
“Oh, yes, Roman,” the words fell from my lips amid moans. “I like it…I like what you’re doing to me,” I confessed, fingers digging into his flesh.
He stuck his thumb back inside my mouth while simultaneously fingering my pussy. My legs were shaking, thighs brushing against each other as I leaned into him for better connection.
Roman withdrew his thumb from my mouth and grabbed me by the neck. His grip was light, but enough to choke me. He held my gaze, his unrelenting fingers working their magic between my legs.
He quickened his pace while still looking right into my eyes, as if reveling in the sound of my moans. I bit my lower lip, my body trembling beneath his steady hands. I was so wet that my pussy accepted three of his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried out when he slipped in the third one. “It’s so fuckin good,” I whimpered.
He gave my towel a gentle tug, and the fabric slid off my body, revealing my nakedness. He paused for a second, his eyes drinking in the sight, a faint grin playing on his lips. I didn’t need to be a genie to know he was pleased with what he saw.
Without a word, he reached forward and kissed me—a soft, delicate kiss that melted my heart.
It wasn’t rough, wasn’t reckless, but it was filled with passion.
I could almost taste it on his lips. His hands caressed my skin, roaming over my body—tracing my curves and contours, each touch drawing a breath out of me.
His tongue slid into my mouth as he pulled me closer with one arm around my waist. The kiss was so gentle and arousing at the same time that for a moment, I forgot who this man was. He cupped my breasts in his palm, squeezing them delicately as our heads tilted sideways.
I melted into his torso, my hands traversing his body—feeling the toughness of his skin and the ridges of his abs beneath my palms. His scent was intoxicating, his touch electric.
Breathless, I deepened our kiss while caressing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands slid down, and there he massaged my ass, then teased my entrance with his middle finger.
I moaned in his mouth as a dark thought about his finger in my second hole formed in my head. He left my exit and teased the rear of my cunt, my wetness greasing his movements.
He broke the kiss, stared into my eyes for a moment, then whisked me into the air. I locked my legs around his waist as he walked over to the bed. Gently, Roman lay me down on the mattress, his hands trailing along my thighs.
He massaged my feet and kissed my toes, his touch easing my stress. I felt my tension dissipating into thin air as my muscles relaxed and quiet moans escaped my lips. He kissed my legs while going down on his knees, his eyes locked to mine.
My chest was rising and falling in anticipation, my heart swelling with desire. He settled between my legs and teased me by running his thumb up and down my wet entrance.
I closed my eyes, struggling to breathe.
Roman held my legs in place, as if anchoring me to the bed. He nibbled my inner thighs to build my anticipation before going down on me. He started off slow, grazing my clit and warming my cunt with his breath.
I froze, my body stiffening in anticipation. “Oh, my God,” I gasped softly when his tongue parted my folds.
He licked my entrance, up and down, side to side, as if trying to figure out which movement my body responded better to. It was clear that he was intentional about pleasing me, and his attention to detail only made me crave him more.
I clutched the sheets beneath me, tugging at them as my body twisted and twirled over the mattress. He noticed that I preferred the up-and-down movement, and this man stuck to it. He maintained the same rhythm, occasionally doing a figure-8 motion on my pussy.
My legs trembled in the air, my hips slowly grinding against his mouth.
Roman knew how to please me; he was familiar with my body and knew exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it, and when I wanted it. He was good with his fingers, but damn, he was even better with his tongue.
I arched my back higher and higher, squeezing more tightly against the sheets in response to whatever he was doing to me. His tongue was steady, pleasing me in ways I could only dream of. And the longer he ate, the more I swooned in ecstasy.
He sucked my juice, licked my plate so well that I felt myself unraveling beneath him. Roman’s mouth left my pussy for a second, and when I reopened my eyes, he was looking up at my face.
“I won’t stop until you come,” he whispered, his voice gentle and sexy. “Will you come for me?”
Without hesitation, I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he answered, then went back to eating my pussy.
I didn’t know when I called out his name, “Roman…oh, Roman….”
He kept eating, maintaining the same pace, his tongue licking all the right areas.
At this point, I was no longer in control of my thoughts or my words. It was like someone else had taken over my body, and this person didn’t give a shit about shame.
“Yes, right there,” I whimpered, bucking my hips for deeper connection. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
For sure, I would drown in shame and embarrassment after this. But for now, I just wanted to enjoy every moment of this pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
He listened to my words and followed my directions, moving his head and his tongue precisely how I wanted. His actions made it pretty clear that tonight was all about me—what I wanted and how I wanted it.
My body responded to his touch by shivering beneath him. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my head tipped back, trying to curtail the pleasure coursing through my blood.
The blend of his saliva and my nectar sent waves of ecstasy spreading across my body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I murmured. “I love the way you touch me.”
This was a confession I’d never make if I were thinking straight. But right now, I wasn’t—my mind was already clouded with euphoria.
The way he worshipped my body was rather remarkable, and his skilled mouth on my pussy only drew me closer to the edge.
I looked down at him as he ate me, wondering how the hell he got so good at this. He lifted his eyes and met my gaze while his tongue kept working its magic.
“Tell me,” he began, his voice a low, sexy whisper. “Who owns your body?”
Usually, I’d be offended by this, but right now, his question only fueled my lust.
“You do,” I finally admitted, my voice laced with passion. “You own me—my body belongs to you.”
He quickened his pace, flicking his tongue more rapidly over my clit. “Say it again.”
Fuck! The feeling was electric. This man was killing me.
“My body belongs to you, Roman,” I repeated in a trembling voice, my fingers tightening around the sheets.
He moved his tongue faster and faster, his hands holding my waist down in place.
“My body belongs to you, Roman,” I cried out, arching my back. “I’m yours! I’m all yours!” My toes curled, and my legs were shaking.
He kept eating and eating and eating.
I felt myself unraveling, drawing closer and closer to climaxing. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down either. Intoxicated by his actions, my face twisted in pleasure as I ran my fingers through my hair.
The sensation was too much to bear, and I could no longer hold it in. I tried to pull away from his mouth, but his hands held me down in place.
“Oh, Roman, you’re killing me!” I moaned, my voice breaking under the weight of the thrill spreading across my body.
He kept eating.
I kept moaning.
With each passing second, my cries grew louder.
“I can’t take it any longer,” I groaned, the sweet sensation jolting to my brain. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He didn’t respond; he just kept eating and eating like a man desperate to drink my juice.
My breath came shorter, my heartbeat banging more loudly in my chest. My body trembled on the edge of something fierce and primal—something inevitable.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I announced, my voice barely audible.
Yet, he didn’t stop eating.
I clung to the wave rising inside me, unable and unwilling to resist its pull.
“I’m coming, Roman, I’m coming.”
Next thing I knew, my dam shattered, and with it came a cascade I could neither stop nor name. My whole body shook violently, my eyes rolled back, and I mumbled words that made no sense.
The orgasm left me breathless as I let out a deep, guttural groan, my mind flooded with ecstasy.
I was still shaking when he leaned over and gently kissed my lips. He caressed my body, his touch easing all that tension that held me captive.
He lay beside me and held me close, his hand draped over my waist as I struggled to catch my breath.
Silence hung heavy in the air as I lay in his arms, staring blankly into space. Despite my reservations, I still fell for him a third time, and I had no idea what to make of this.
He’d taken a different approach tonight, treating my body like a treasure he never wanted to lose. That alone warmed my heart and thawed something frozen inside me.
As I lay there, I wondered if he still saw me as his prisoner—or as something more. In the silence of the room, that thought terrified me more than any chain ever could.