28. Roman
28
ROMAN
I didn’t kiss her with the intention of escalating things, but there are so many emotions between us that the heat builds on its own. It builds when her hand curls in my shirt, and when my tongue touches her bottom lip. It builds when a breathy moan leaves her lips, and I automatically swallow it with another hard kiss of my own. It doesn’t take long for me to cup the base of her neck and tilt her head so I can slide my tongue into her mouth with a groan.
But after a minute, I pull back, chest heaving as I try to suck in air. I also reach down to grip the parallel bar and steady myself so I don’t sway forward and fall into Lily.
Thankfully, Lily doesn’t read it as a retreat and stays close enough to keep her grip on my shirt. She’s breathing heavily, too.
“I—” I swallow thickly and try again, this time dropping my head forward to touch my forehead to hers. “I want to touch you. Can I touch you?”
She’s nodding before I’ve even gotten the question out. “God, yes. Please.”
A relieved exhale escapes my mouth at her answer. Then I’m taking her mouth in a quick, eager kiss.
She looks dazed when I pull away, and I think I catch her swaying. “Can you…sit?” she asks. “Right here where you are?”
I look down at the soft flooring and nod. Then I slowly, and very carefully, lower myself to the ground, using my grip on the bars to make sure it’s a semi-graceful maneuver. I pull myself over to the wall that the bars are next to and lean my back against it. By the time I’m settled and looking up to see what Lily’s doing, she’s already lowering herself down to straddle me.
My hands immediately go to her waist to pull her closer. “You’re incredible,” I breathe against her mouth, only a moment before I’m kissing her again.
It’s a relief to be able to kiss her like this. I can touch her anywhere, kiss her anywhere, can feel her everywhere . I can kiss her, reveling in her taste and her eager response, even as my hands travel over her body, touching as much of her as I can—up her sides, down her back, around to her ass.
When I reach her ass, I grip her cheeks with both hands and groan into the kiss. My touch becomes a little harder, a little needier. Thankfully, so does her kiss.
With her arms around my neck, she’s already close enough that there’s barely any space between our bodies. But when the desire ignites, her hips start to rock against me.
Instantly, I need more.
Reaching for the bottom of her scrub top, I wait for her hands to go up before I lift the fabric over her head. She’s wearing some kind of sports bra underneath, so I quickly tug that off, too, wanting her naked more than I want to breathe.
The moment I’m face to face with her breasts, another groan rips from my chest.
“Jesus,” I groan, immediately cupping them with two hands. “You’re incredible.”
“You said that already,” Lily says, breathless, giving away that she doesn’t really mind the praise.
“I’ll probably say it a million more times,” I confess absentmindedly, unable to look away from her breasts as I knead them in my hands. Her nipples are pink and hard, my mouth instantly watering at the sight of those tips begging to be savored.
I don’t hesitate, I just lean forward and suck one between my lips.
And if I thought Lily’s hips felt needy before, it’s nothing compared to how they start rocking now that I’m kissing her breasts. I hear her gasp and feel her body press down harder on my growing cock, her hands sinking into my hair to hold me against her. Taking that motion for the invite that it is, I curl my tongue around her nipple and suck harder.
The sound of her moaning my name hardens me to a painful degree. I was too focused on Lily when this started to spare any thoughts—or concerns—for my ability to get hard, but right now, with Lily’s taste on my tongue and the feel of her skin under my hands, I’m thinking this might be the hardest I’ve ever been.
The fact that Lily is dragging her pussy over my cock, clearly turned on by the feel of it, only makes this a million times hotter.
But the thought of her pussy brings a new level of desperation. Because God , if her tits taste this sweet…I can’t even imagine what her cunt tastes like.
I quickly suck her other nipple into my mouth, refusing to miss out on tasting any part of her, and at the same time, I drop one hand between her legs.
I let her nipple go with a pop. “ Fuck , baby, I can feel you’re soaked through your pants,” I groan. I look up at her in wonder, my fingers lazily caressing her warmth through her scrubs. “What made you this wet?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes, cupping my face and rolling into my fingers. Her eyes are hooded, lips glossy from our kisses, her cheeks pinkened. “It’s just…you. It’s everything.”
Fuck , this girl. This beautiful, perfect, incredible girl.
I can’t help taking her lips in a kiss any more than I can stop myself from breathing. She kisses me back just as hungrily, her fingers sinking into my hair as she slides her tongue across mine with a breathy moan.
Without breaking the kiss, I slide my hand down the front of her pants, groaning when my fingers slip through her wetness. My kiss becomes harder, needier, as my thumb settles on her clit. In an instant, every one of my thoughts zeroes in on making the angel in my lap come all over my hand.
It takes me a minute to find the pressure and pace that makes her moan, but once I do, the heat between us kicks up to a whole other level. By the time I sink two fingers inside her, she’s breathing so hard she can barely keep our mouths connected.
“Go ahead, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Soak my hand. I want to taste it.”
She whimpers at that, her hands fisting in my hair. When her face tips up and her eyes slide closed, I drag my lips along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at the place where her neck and shoulders meet. My fingers continue to pump in and out, my thumb never stopping its circles on her clit.
I can feel her release starting to build. It’s in her labored breathing, and her rocking hips, and the way there’s a gush of wetness every time I nip at her skin. It almost makes me wonder…
Taking a chance, I kiss my way down her chest until I can suck a peaked nipple into my mouth. And then I lightly bite down.
Lily explodes .
Her gasp echoes in my ears, turning into a soft cry as her muscles squeeze and spasm around me. I try to memorize every sound, every feeling, of Lily coming all over my hand.
When she finally stops shuddering, her body melting in my lap, I begrudgingly pull back, already calculating the time before I can do that again.
“That was…” She’s breathless, her expression dazed and sated in a way that makes me want to beat my chest in pride. It takes her a second to lock eyes with me. “That was…”
I can’t help it; a slow grin slides across my face. “You said that already,” I say, lobbing her earlier tease back at her.
She huffs a laugh, finally recovered from her high. “Something tells me I could probably say it a million more.”
“I’m good with that.” Lifting my hand, I study the wetness on my fingers for a moment before sucking them into my mouth.
I hear Lily’s sharp intake of a breath, but I’m too busy groaning around her flavor. When I pull my fingers out of my mouth, the fire in Lily’s eyes has once again roared back to life.
“Delicious,” I murmur.
At first, she doesn’t move, she just stares at my mouth. Then suddenly, she’s a flutter of activity.
She reaches for the bottom of my shirt and impatiently tugs it up and over my head. As soon as she’s thrown the fabric off to the side, she’s kissing me again, her hands fumbling between us to untie my joggers.
With her half-naked in my arms, having just come all over my hand, I’m still harder than I’ve ever been, and as soon as my tongue touches Lily’s, she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I feel the moment she gets lost in the kiss, because her hands pause on my pants and her hips start grinding into me again.
But that only seems to make her more desperate, because she suddenly climbs off my lap and stands, then quickly pulls her pants off. Her motions still when she realizes I’m frozen in open-mouthed wonder at the sight before me.
Specifically, the sight of a completely naked Lily.
“You’re beautiful,” I say on an exhale, trying to memorize every inch of her. My bite marks on her breasts, the cluster of freckles on her stomach, the little patch of hair above her pussy. Is it too much to ask her to turn around for me?
Lily, ever the confident woman, lets me look my fill as she says sweetly, “Thank you.”
I sound far less sweet when I say, “I’m going to have dreams about you sitting on my face.”
She lets out a surprised laugh at that. “Dirty man,” she murmurs with a smile. Then she’s leaning down and tugging at my waistband.
I push my pants over my hips and let her pull them off my legs, but now the nerves are starting to bubble in my stomach. I haven’t had sex in two years, and never with this injury—and plus, this is Lily . I’m pretty sure I would’ve been instantly fighting the urge to come even on that rooftop. There’s no way I’m not about to come in ten seconds.
When she straddles me again and I feel her pussy rub along the length of my cock— without any clothes between us this time—I mentally drop that time down to two seconds.
Swallowing thickly, I place my hands on her waist and drop my head back against the wall. “ Fuck , Lily.”
But then she kisses me, and this kiss feels comforting, almost reverent—as if she knows the thoughts swirling around in my mind.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she whispers against my lips.
And yeah, she definitely knows what thoughts are swirling.
“Should I get a condom?” she asks, her hips already starting to rock into me, her wetness making the slide over my cock easy. “I’m clean and on the pill, but if you’re uncomfortable…”
I can’t help the humorless laugh I let out. “Lily, I haven’t even kissed a girl since the night I met you. I’m clean. And if you think I’m going to ask for a condom and risk losing this hard-on, you don’t understand what’s going on here.”
She pulls back so she can study me for a moment. “Is that what you’re worried about? Performing?”
My exhale is a tired sound. I wish I didn’t have to have this conversation, but I also know we need to. “Lily, you know what the science of this shit looks like. I don’t need to tell you I’m probably going to go soft or come immediately. My only goal is to make you come again in one way or another before you put your clothes back on and hopefully salvage what’s left of my male pride.”
Instead of the pitying look that I expect, I’m surprised to see a determined glint enter Lily’s eyes. “I think your male pride is more intact than you think it is,” she purrs. Then she reaches between us and takes my cock in her hand.
My breathing grows heavy as soon as her grip starts to glide up and down my length. Her movements are slow enough that I don’t feel like I’m fighting the urge to come, but they’re sexy enough that the air around us becomes stifling.
When she lifts slightly and aims the tip of my cock at her clit, I start to wonder how much longer it’s going to be before I’m mentally reciting UFC stats. Because the sight of Lily naked is more than enough to make me lose control, but the sight of her using my body to play with herself is…on a whole other level.
I don’t think I move a single muscle the entire minute she spends circling the tip of my cock around her clit. We’re both staring, enraptured, at the place where our bodies meet.
It’s only when she plays with me along the length of her slit that I finally move a muscle. Because the moment she places me at her opening, my grip is tightening on her waist like I’ll die if she moves away.
We’re both holding our breaths as she slides down onto my cock.
And we’re both moaning as soon as she’s settled in my lap.
“Oh God,” Lily whimpers, gripping my shoulder so hard I can feel her nails digging into my skin. “You’re so… God , you’re so big.”
Big is good. Big can make her come again.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan. I’m going to come so fucking quick .
Once again, Lily looks like she can read my thoughts. Because her hips don’t shift even an inch as she moves my hand from her waist to her pussy.
“Just touch me,” she whispers. Once my thumb starts to rub her clit, her hand drifts from mine, up to cup her own breast. She does the same with her other hand, too.
“I touched myself every night for weeks after the night we met,” she confesses, pinching her nipples. A moan escapes her lips when I start with the pressure and pace that she likes on her clit. “Some nights, I would come as soon as I touched myself, just from the memory of your kiss.”
I all but choke on my breath at her admission. This woman is a fucking goddess, and she’s talking about how even the thought of me gave her pleasure.
And whether it’s what she intended or not, Lily’s words spark an old flame of confidence. I forget about my nerves, and my worry that this won’t be good for Lily. I stop hating myself for the fact that I can’t physically fuck her the way I’m used to fucking.
Instead, I think about how badly she wants me now .
I think about how eagerly she kisses me—every time. How her cheeks get pink when she checks me out. How she became soaking wet just from feeling my cock.
And with that reminder, I take Lily’s mouth in a searing kiss. There’s nothing sweet about it, I simply slide my tongue between her lips and kiss her until she’s breathless.
Sure enough, when I eventually pull back, she’s panting. Which gives me the opportunity to brush my lips over her jaw, pressing a kiss under her ear to the sensitive spot on her neck.
“What did you think about?” I murmur against her skin. “Did you think about what happened, or what you want to happen?”
“Both,” she gasps, her hands going to my shoulders again.
“And what is it you want?” I ask, nipping her earlobe as my thumb presses harder against her clit. “Tell me about your fantasies, Liliana.”
“Oh God,” she moans. Her hips start rolling before she’s even answered the question. “This,” she gasps. “I think about this.”
And then she’s riding me, her hips rising and falling as she works my cock inside her.
I bite off a curse at the sensation. Fuck. Did sex ever feel like this?
I pull back just enough that I can watch as Lily fucks me, her lips parted with moans of pleasure, her thighs flexing with exertion. Her pussy is so wet, I can see my cock glistening with her arousal every time she lifts up.
No. I don’t think it ever felt like this.
I kiss her because I can’t not kiss her.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers into my mouth, kissing me back like she’s just as eager to feel me everywhere.
As her hips move quicker, I help as much as I can, lifting her up and down with the hand still on her waist, but I can’t do as much as I’d like. I can’t fuck up into her. It’s frustrating, but I also realize that, even without my hips working, she’s still clearly on the edge of an orgasm.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” I groan into another kiss. “Are you going to come again?”
She nods desperately and rides me harder. “I’m so close,” she whispers.
Dropping my mouth to her peaked nipple, I pull the tip between my lips and suck hard enough to make Lily gasp.
“Oh God, yes ,” she breathes out, one hand sinking into my hair. “That’s going to make me?—”
She chokes on her next word when I worry the tip with my teeth. And when I follow that by pinching her clit between my fingers, she stops breathing entirely.
I groan into her skin as her pussy starts to spasm. My eyes slide closed, my fingers dig into her waist, and I try to memorize the sensation of Lily’s muscles clamping down on my cock.
When she eventually slumps into me with a sigh, I’m still guiding her hips forward and back, my movements slow and lazy. “Damn, baby,” I groan, leaving a trail of kisses across her breast and up to her collarbone. I could keep her in my arms forever, just like this.
But then her hips move in a way that hits the head of my dick, a jolt of sheer pleasure shooting up my spine.
I suck in a sharp breath. “Oh shit . Fuck—wait—don’t—” My hands dig into Lily’s waist to hold her in place.
Her eyes go wide as she freezes. “What is it? Oh my God, did I hurt you?”
I quickly shake my head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just—” I force my grip to loosen, my gaze traveling down to where my cock is halfway inside of Lily. “I don’t know, you moved somehow, and it felt…”
Like the slickest fucking silk.
Like all I want to do is fuck up into you to chase it.
My throat moves on a rough swallow. Because I can’t fuck up into her. I can only stay still and revel in this weird, crazy, incredible sensation.
Lily must read something on my face because I feel her grip on my shoulders loosen. She doesn’t move, but she asks in a soft purr, “Does it feel good?”
A breath rushes out of me, and I nod. “ So fucking good.”
“How do you want me?” she asks, her voice enough to send a ripple of pleasure through my body.
“I think if you—” I rotate her hips the slightest bit, just until her pussy is squeezing around the head of my cock. The moment she hits the right angle, a groan rumbles through my chest. “Fuck, yeah that’s it. Just stay right there for a second. That feels— Jesus , that feels good.”
Lily stays perfectly still, letting me revel in the feel of her body like this. The only time she moves is when she clamps down on me, which makes me groan and beg her to do it again. By the third time, I’m pretty sure she’s fried the pleasure center of my brain.
I don’t have to ask her to start riding me again; she just knows. A few seconds of Lily sliding over my length and then I’m coming, giving in to my release with a stuttered exhale.
When it finally ends, the only sound around us is my gasping breaths. My forehead tips forward to rest against her shoulder.
“Holy shit ,” I gasp.
Lily lets out a soft laugh and snuggles deeper into my embrace. It feels like the most natural thing in the world for my arms to go around her, one hand sliding up to hold the back of her neck.
“I might need a cigarette after that,” I murmur against her neck.
“Don’t even think about it,” she grumbles back. But her words don’t have any bite to them, especially when she lets out a sated purr as I start to knead the muscles around her neck.
The quiet is a comfortable one. I feel…content. If it wasn’t for Lily’s hips shifting, my softening cock still inside her, I’d stay here all night.
But the movement has me groaning, the sound making her pull back with an expression of concern.
“Oh God, sorry,” she blurts. “Am I too heavy? Are your legs in pain?”
“Lily, I’m paralyzed. I can barely feel my legs.”
At first, she only blinks at my teasing. But after a moment, her eyes narrow and she lightly shoves at my chest.
“Jerk,” she mutters. “I was showing concern .”
I grin and lean forward for a kiss. “I know,” I murmur against her lips. “It was sweet.” Then I lean back against the wall and give her a real answer. “But no, I’m not in pain. I feel fucking fantastic.”
That has her faux annoyance melting, to be replaced with a giddy smile that she tries to hide.
But after a moment, reality sets in, and the first flash of uncertainty appears in Lily’s eyes.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” she says, looking around for some kind of towel.
She lifts off me before I can pull her back down for another kiss. I swallow the disappointed sigh that wants to slip out of me and instead reach for my pants.
I manage to pull them on and get to my feet while Lily is still cleaning herself up. I’m half-tempted to leave my shirt off, just so I can steal her attention for another second, but I know we’ve already risked too much tonight, so I pull that on, too.
I’m so caught up with the need to be close to her that her scrub top has barely cleared her head before I’m pulling her into my lap, where I’m back in my wheelchair. She drops onto my legs, and I swallow her surprised squeak with a kiss.
The kiss is sweet, but not short. When I feel like I’ve sated my need for her enough to allow some space, I pull back, but only so far that I can lean my forehead against hers.
“Hi,” I whisper with a smile. I can feel her chest heaving against mine.
“Hi,” she breathes, a dazed look on her face.
I want to ask her if I can see her soon. Outside of the clinic, before my next appointment. These sessions are no longer enough time with her. I want more.
I wonder if she reads something on my face, because she puts space between us before she says, “Um, don’t forget that I’m away with my family this weekend. So, I won’t see you until next Monday.”
My heart drops. It’s Wednesday now, so that feels like an eternity.
“Oh. That’s right, I forgot that was this weekend.” I force a smile on my face, despite knowing how badly I’m going to miss her. “Are you excited for the break? You haven’t missed a day since I’ve been here.”
She softens at that. “Yeah, I am. It’s always nice to get some time with my family.”
I hum thoughtfully as I brush my lips over her jaw. “I know you’ll be busy, but…will you text me sometime?”
She nods, and then I’m kissing her again, so enveloped in bliss that nothing else registers.
It isn’t until later, when I’m psychoanalyzing every moment of tonight, that I notice her hesitation.