Chapter 11
AMALIE
His mouth finds mine again before I know what hit me, another delicious kiss of claiming and tasting. Roman slips his hand between my legs, grabbing the softness of my inner thigh, causing me to moan in hunger. Then he takes me by the hips and pulls me onto his lap like I weigh nothing at all.
“That’s better,” he says, a wolfish grin on his face.
I gasp at the shift in position, the ease with which he moved me. I’m positioned in such a way that I can feel the hardness of his cock through his pants, pressing against my wet pussy.
“God that feels so damn good.”
He takes hold of my hips again, pulling me against him. I buck back and forth, riding him. I can already feel the pressure of an orgasm starting to build.
“You feel incredible,” he says, grinding into me from below.
His lips trail to my jaw, then to the soft, delicate spot just beneath my ear. I shiver with delight, and he smiles against my skin.
“Sensitive,” he says. “I like that.”
Roman moves his hands under the hem of my shirt, warm palms gliding over my ribs, making me tremble again. His thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, and I sigh.
“I want to see you.”
Without a shred of resistance, I raise my arms, and he pulls my shirt off with one smooth motion.
His eyes move over me, drinking in the sight.
Part of me wants to hide, to cover myself, but another part wants to show him everything.
It’s all so confusing—I’ve never felt this way with any other man before.
His fingers settle on the clasp of my bra. “This,” he says, “needs to come off.”
He unhooks it slowly, as if savoring the moment. The straps fall from my shoulders, my breasts tumbling out, rising and falling with every breath.
He inhales sharply. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.” His eyes narrow. “This is the body your ex tried to make you apologize for?”
My cheeks turn hot and red. “Roman—”
“He’s a fool,” he says, a tinge of anger coating his words. He grazes my breast with his thumb, paying special attention to my nipple. I gasp, the peak hardening against his touch. “Soft isn’t a flaw, Amalie. Never forget that.”
Heat blooms low in my belly. Tentatively, I reach for his shirt. “Your turn.”
Roman lifts his arms without hesitation and I pull the fabric over his head.
The sight beneath is just as gorgeous as I remember from last night but without the water to hide anything.
His chest is broad and sculpted, scarred in some places.
Broad, thick shoulders. The kind of body that could lift me without effort or pin me exactly where he wants me.
I touch his chest. He closes his eyes at the contact, just for a moment, as if my fingers on his skin makes him feel something he wasn’t quite prepared for.
When he opens his eyes, pure hunger clouds in his gaze. He leans forward, his lips closing over one nipple and sucking hard, tongue swirling while his fingers pinch the other, rolling it in just the way I like. Sparks shoot straight down, my pussy clenching, already slick for him.
“Oh my god, Roman,” I say. The sensation of his mouth on my breast is just shy of being too much, too intense, in a way I wasn’t expecting. “Please. I need more.”
He pulls back, grinning. “Bossy little thing.”
Without a word, I step off his lap and shimmy out of my shorts and panties, hips swaying in a way I can tell he loves. He stands slowly, looming over me as he approaches.
“You’re mine tonight.”
All I can do is nod. I’m totally under his spell.
He presses me back onto the bed, spreading my legs open.
“Beautiful,” he says again, his eyes on my pussy, his hands moving upward along my inner thighs slowly. “Just gorgeous.”
He parts me with his fingers. I gasp as he slides two thick digits through my slick folds, the slickness that’s been building since his mouth met mine. I spread my thighs wider, my hand settling onto his cock through his pants.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it firmly before he pushes inside with his other two fingers, curling right up against my G-spot.
I moan, squeezing my eyes shut and bucking into his hand.
The stretch of his fingers inside me is familiar, but I’m hungrier now.
His rhythm steadies, and I rock into his touch, chasing the pleasure and not feeling one hint of shame.
“You’re soaked,” he growls. He grips my hip with his free hand, digging into the plush curve. Heat coils low and fast again, my nipples tight against the cool air, my breasts rising and falling with each gasp.
I tangle one hand in his hair. He pumps deeper, his mouth dropping to my inner thigh and covering the flesh with kisses.
“These legs are perfect. Soft and thick.”
The praise tips me over the edge and I come, the pleasure sharp and sudden. The orgasm hits, making me release a sharp cry, my walls pulsing around his fingers, soaking his hand as my hips buck into him. He doesn’t stop, drawing it out, his thumb relentless until I’m panting, my thighs quivering.
“Good girl,” he says, rising to kiss me. Our lips meet and I melt into the kiss again, my body throbbing from the orgasm in the best way possible.
But I still want more.
My hand moves to his belt. He helps me, opening the buckle and pulling down his zipper, then sliding his pants and black boxer-briefs down his powerful legs.
I pull my lips from his for long enough to take in the sight of his cock—long, thick, and rock hard.
The tip’s already glistening with a bead of pre-cum, and I can’t help but reach down and wrap my fingers around it.
He groans. “There you go, printsessa. You feel how hard I am for you?”
He’s solid and warm in my hand, my touch gliding up and down his length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation. His cock twitches in my hand with each slide, and part of me wants to keep at it just like this, to watch him erupt for me.
But Roman has other plans.
His eyes flash wide with a raw, animalistic look that drives me wild. He moves over top of me, his powerful body looming, eclipsing everything else.
“Protection?”
“On the pill.”
That’s all he needs to hear. Roman reaches down and takes hold of himself, dragging his head along my slit. I moan and writhe from the sensation, biting down so hard on my lower lip that I worry I might draw blood.
“Please,” I moan, the anticipation too much to take. “Please.”
He grins as if that’s just what he wanted to hear. I feel his head press against my entrance. Then he slides in.
The stretch is perfect. Heavenly. I’m so wet, so ready for him, that it doesn’t take much for him to glide all the way inside, right to the hilt.
“Does my cock feel good?” he asks.
“So… so good.”
He pulls back and drives into me again, my walls stretching around him, gripping his thickness. Deep drags of his shaft against my clit make the pleasure even more intense. I wrap my legs around him, pressing my heels into his hips, moans pouring out of me with each deep, slow stroke.
“Roman… it’s so good.”
He grins, pushing deeper, making me see stars.
Sweat slides between our chests. One of his hands reaches down, fingers rubbing my clit as he thrusts again and again. The build hits fast and my second orgasm crests—walls clenching hard around him, a cry escaping as I shatter.
“Roman… oh fuck.”
His lips are on my neck as he thrusts again and again, until I’m whimpering. Then he shifts, pulling out and leaving me achingly empty. He flips me onto my stomach, ass up, and nudges my knees wide. I feel vulnerable, my body bared. I bury my face into the pillow, shyness flooding over me.
I feel his hand move over my ass and along my hip.
“This view,” he says. “Incredible. You’re perfect.”
His words melt away the bit of embarrassment I feel. I turn my head, smiling back at him. He claps his hand on my ass, just enough to force a playful shriek out of me.
He slides back in with one deep, full thrust. I gasp, the pleasure as sharp and sudden as an electric shock.
Roman grabs my hips, kneeling behind me and holding me in place, fingers dipping into my flesh.
I push back, meeting him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he plunges over and over.
Pleasure coils once more, the crest of my third orgasm on the horizon.
“Please,” I moan, totally helpless before the pleasure. “Please…”
My orgasm snaps, and he comes along with me. He grunts something in Russian as my walls clench around him. I feel the tension of his muscles and the pulse of his cock as he drains deep inside me, flooding me with his seed.
I moan with each thrust, my body on fire. He leans forward, kissing my back. He slides out of me slowly and we lay side by side. He wraps his arm around me, pulling my body flush against his. We kiss, lazy and slow, then I rest my head against his chest.
“Incredible,” he says. “Absolutely incredible.”
I close my eyes and smile, letting the words echo in my mind, sleep slowly but surely coming to claim me.