Chapter 3 #2
His tongue swirls and teases, and he slowly starts to thrust his fingers inside me once more. This time, there is no pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations and needing to block everything else out, allowing the pleasure to wash over and through me.
“Oh, Roman. Roman. Oh, Roman.” I can’t stop chanting his name as if to remind myself this is real.
Roman is going down on me, and if ever there was an award equivalent to an Oscar for sex, hands down it would be his for this performance.
He mouth-fucks me the way he kisses, claiming and conquering, like he’s enjoying every goddamn lick and suck. Like this is just as much about his pleasure as it is about mine.
My toes curl into his flexing shoulders and as if in response, the fingers of his free hand dig into my thigh to keep me still.
I’m on sensory overload.
I’ve never experienced anything like this, and that’s why I don’t realize what’s happening. I come harder than I ever have before. My body convulses, and shocks of electricity spark and shoot throughout me as I come hard and fast with his mouth, tongue, and fingers still on and in me.
He’s unrelenting, and I arch my back off the mattress, sobbing his name as my orgasm goes on and on and on.
When the tremors finally subside, I exhale a shuddering breath, and Roman slides his fingers out of me, kisses my inner thigh, and gently places my feet onto the floor.
Still off-balance, I don’t fully notice when he pulls me with him higher onto the bed. It’s only when he wraps his arms around me, strong and warm, do I feel more like myself.
He threads his hand through my hair and kisses my forehead, and absurdly, the women from the elevator and their conversation flickers to life.
Damn, this is what they were talking about. Maybe mind-blowing sex is more than fiction.
With my face to his chest, I laugh. “Oh, my God, that was the most fun I’ve ever had.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“What?” I cock my head to see him. “But you didn’t come.”
“Don’t have to get off. And trust me, Jane, seeing you come undone was a beautiful thing.”
“Are you for real?”
“What?” His dark brows draw together.
“Nothing. It’s just I’ve never had an orgasm like that. God, I wish I could bottle it. I’d need to steal your tongue and fingers.”
A bark of laughter erupts from him and the vibrations echo through my chest as I nuzzle into him. “Maybe I missed my calling. Forget movies.”
Feeling bold or maybe it’s because I’m loose-limbed and carefree, my hand skates down between us to palm his hot, still hard, and very big erection.
He rests his hand on mine. “Jane, we don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“Hang on a sec.” He jumps from the bed and drops his pants, and I’ve never been more grateful for something so simple as the opened curtains.
I shamelessly admire his magnificent backside as he strides from the room and barely have a chance to miss him. Seconds later, he’s back with a box of condoms and falters as he nears the bed, likely at the stunned expression on my face.
“A box?” I choke out. “What were you planning on having, like, an orgy or something?” Even as I ask, I don’t want to know.
He pulls two condoms out, tosses them onto the mattress, and drops the box on the side table. Then he’s in bed next to me.
“They came with the suite. This place is fully stocked.” He smirks. “Jane, I didn’t plan on having sex this weekend. You’re a gift from the gods.”
Done with talking, he pulls me to him and captures my lips again, kissing me deeply and fervently while his fingers slip between my folds. I don’t need any more foreplay. I am beyond ready.
I reach for a condom on the mattress and sit back to open the wrapper.
His thumb glides across my cheek and he smirks. “Someone’s eager.”
“I already told you. I want you.”
I take him, hot, thick, and rigid, in my hand. Roman hisses at my touch, hands curling into the sheets, as he lets me lead. My palm barely wraps around him, and I feel his blistering stare as I roll the condom onto his shaft.
Then I lift a leg over his to straddle him, and I’m throbbing and pulsing with a raw, urgent need for him. I’ve also never done this before—taken control while having sex—but Roman seems to like it. His gaze is filled with an intense hunger, and that boosts my confidence.
I slide onto him, stalling and sucking in a breath when pain shoots up my spine. Good God, he’s big.
“Hey, easy.” He rolls me onto the bed and settles between my thighs. “For the first time, this might be better. On top can get intense.”
I feel my cheeks redden that he knows this and I’m clueless. I don’t want to think about why or how he knows this, but I immediately appreciate our new position. He’s right—less pressure and more pleasure.
He slowly, patiently slides into me, stopping when he senses my discomfort. “Fuck, Jane.” His breath stutters and his ab muscles tighten and tense with every thrust deeper inside me. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me. You feel fucking amazing.”
I bask in his praise, though I struggle to register his words and more so when he starts to move.
“Jesus Christ, Jane.” He leans down and crushes my lips in a kiss that’s definitely ravenous, almost frenetic.
His teeth gently dig into the tender spot where my neck and collarbone meet while one hand grabs my breast, pinching my nipple. Sweet agony barrels through me. Sex with Roman is unparalleled, and while I don’t have much to compare it to, I fear he’s ruining me for all other men.
He lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, deepening his strokes, and I moan to let him know I like it, that I don’t want him to let up. I love how he makes me come alive, and I match him thrust for thrust as my heel digs into his back.
Like before, my orgasm sneaks up on me, stealing all the air from my lungs and seizing my muscles. I’m flying and breaking into a million little pieces all at the same time, and like before, Roman’s name is all I utter. The only thing I know.
In turn, he snarls my name, and I cry out when he stiffens and jerks, spilling into me before collapsing next to me. Once his breathing slows, he leaves the room and returns with a damp washcloth for me.
I clean up, and then he snakes an arm around me, pulling me close. “Do you want a shower or sleep?”
My mouth opens, response at the ready, when his throaty voice sends a warm prickle down my spine. “Before you answer that, you should know that we’re not done. So maybe you might want to hold off on the shower.”