Chapter 14 #2
I grip her hair tighter, my fingers threading through the silky strands as I guide her, but it’s not about control. It’s about needing more. I want to lose myself in the rhythm of her mouth, in the hot, slick pressure that’s driving me insane.
The way she hums around me, the sound vibrating through her chest, creates a deep thrum of sensation that seems to resonate throughout me. I can feel it in my chest, in my stomach, my entire body vibrating with the pleasure of it.
It’s overwhelming. It’s intoxicating.
But I’m not ready. Not yet.
The urge to lose myself, to let go, is almost too strong, but I hold on to the last thread of control. I want to take my time, want to make this last, want to make sure she feels every ounce of the need that’s building inside me.
My body is screaming for release, but I need to savor this.
I need to feel her. The softness of her lips, the tight suction of her mouth, the way she swallows around me with such skill that I can’t think straight. The rhythm is hypnotic, and every instinct is telling me to thrust, to fuck her mouth as I’ve wanted to for so long.
I drag her up by her shoulders, her lips popping from me as I kiss her again, hungry and desperate. I can’t get enough. My hands are on her, pulling her against me, and without thinking, I guide her to the wall, lifting her by the hips and pushing her back.
The cool brick meets her back, but she doesn’t flinch. She meets me with a raw need that drives me wild.
I’m not gentle. I’m not soft. I can’t afford to be right now. Her chest rises and falls, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in, tasting the salt on her skin, letting my teeth scrape along the curve of her neck, just because I need to mark her somehow.
Her nails dig into my skin, but it only makes me want her more. I drag my lips down to her collarbone, my hands roaming, pressing and pulling, touching her in all the ways I’ve been dying to.
When I circle her nipple with my tongue, she gasps, and I feel the tremor that runs through her. It excites me. Makes my heart race.
I want more. Need more.
“Roman…” Her voice breaks, needy, breathless, and I growl, my hands sliding up her skirt, between her legs, feeling the heat of her already soaked through the thin cotton of her panties.
“Patience,” I grunt against her skin, fingers teasing along the waistband. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I can feel how wet she is, how desperately she wants this. I drag my thumb along her clit, slow and controlled, watching her reactions, the way her body trembles, her back arched against the wall. She’s so beautiful when she’s lost in me, and I can feel the control slipping from my fingers.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasp, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “Tell me you need me.”
Her eyes are dark, almost black in the half-light, and when she whispers, “Please,” it’s all I need, hearing her beg for once.
I don’t waste another second.
I pull her panties aside with a sharp movement, feeling the delicate fabric slide over her soft skin, leaving her completely exposed to me.
My breath hitches in my throat, a primal urge sweeping through me when I feel the heat of her against my fingers.
She’s soaked, trembling, and I can’t help but let out a low groan at how perfect she feels.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter under my breath, but it’s almost a prayer.
Right now, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I slide my fingers through her folds, testing her, feeling how slick and ready she is. She’s so fucking tight, so hot around me, and it nearly drives me mad.
Sloane’s eyes are closed, her lips parted in soft gasps as I circle her clit with my thumb, slowly at first, watching her squirm and shiver with each motion. I can feel her hips bucking slightly, the way she’s trying to move with me, desperate for more.
“Roman…” she whispers, strained with need.
“Shh,” I breathe, cutting her off, wanting to drag this out, wanting to feel her unravel beneath my touch. “Let me do this, baby. Let me make you come.”
Her hands claw at my arms, but I don’t let her pull me closer. Not yet. I want to see her break, piece by piece. I want to watch her fall apart in front of me.
I push a finger inside her, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes fluttering open. The moment our gazes lock, everything else disappears. There is only her and me… the tension between us pulling tighter, harder, until I can’t breathe without her.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I growl, and before she can respond, I add another finger, pushing deeper, finding that sweet spot inside her that makes her gasp, her body jerking in response.
She’s so fucking wet for me, and the sound of her wetness is all I can hear—the world is collapsing into this one moment. Her hips are moving now, grinding against my hand, chasing the friction, her breathing growing erratic.
I can feel her walls starting to tremble around my fingers, and that’s when I know she’s close. I twist my hand just a little, pressing deeper into her, forcing her to take it, forcing her to surrender to me.
She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she arches her back, her body trembling violently.
“Come on, Sloane,” I whisper. “Let go for me.”
Her eyes meet mine again, dark and wild, and then her body seizes. The moment she comes, everything shatters around me. Her walls pulse around my fingers, her breath catching in her throat as she lets out a broken cry.
I can feel her muscles clenching, her body giving up to the orgasm I’ve pulled from her, and it nearly drives me crazy.
I keep going, moving my fingers faster, harder, making sure she rides the waves of pleasure until she’s gasping for breath, completely wrecked. When her legs start to tremble, I pull my hand away, bringing her up against me, kissing her hungrily, swallowing the last of her moans.
She’s breathing heavy against me, her body slick with sweat, but I’m not done. I need to feel her, need to be inside her. I push her back against the wall, this time a little rougher. The hunger in her eyes tells me she’s ready, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Sloane,” I mutter, barely contained. “And I’m not going slow.”
She’s already nodding, her hands grabbing at my chest, her legs instinctively parting. I position myself at her entrance, my cock thick and hard, slick with the remnants of her pleasure. She gasps as I nudge forward, her body already so ready for me.
With one deep, forceful thrust, I’m inside her, and the world spins into a blur. She’s so tight, so hot around me, that I lose myself for a moment. The only sound is the wet slap of skin against skin, the soft moans escaping her lips, and the desperate groans I can’t contain.
“Roman,” she breathes, and it’s all I need to hear.
I pull back and slam into her again, harder this time, watching her face twist with pleasure as she clutches at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to let go. I’m lost in her, lost in the feel of her body beneath mine, the way she moves with me, the way her walls pulse around me with every thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I growl, rough as I increase my pace, not holding back anymore.
The tension is building again, the ache in my body unbearable, and I know we’re both getting close.
She’s shaking beneath me, her body trembling with every thrust, and I can feel her walls tightening around me again, the way she’s fighting to keep herself together. I lean down, kissing her deeply, letting my tongue coax hers, the need to taste her all-consuming.
“You gonna come for me again?” I ask, strained with desire.
She nods, her breath hitching. “Yes… Roman…”
With that, I slam into her one last time, and everything snaps. She comes apart around me, her body seizing as I bury myself deep inside her.
I follow right after her, my own orgasm crashing through me, shaking me to the core. Her name falls from my lips, a ragged groan of release, as I empty myself inside her.
We both collapse against the wall, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing in tandem. I kiss her forehead, still reeling from what just happened. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
She’s mine. In every way that matters. At least for this moment. And I’m not letting her go.