Chapter 14 Roman #2
"Fuck," she spits and then she moans under it. I keep my fingers moving inside her while my tongue works against her in the same rhythm. Her thighs are shaking and her stomach is trembling and I can feel her tightening in pulses that come faster and faster.
"You taste incredible," I say against her skin and she whimpers and pulls my hair hard enough that my scalp burns.
"Please." She's barely getting the word out. "Oh, God, please—"
"Come for me."
Her whole body locks up. Her thighs squeeze against my head and her back lifts off the mattress, and she comes with a moan so loud, I know the whole house hears it.
I keep my mouth on her and my fingers inside her and let her ride it out until her hips stop moving and her grip in my hair loosens and her legs fall open on the bed.
Then I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and stand. She's lying on her back with her chest heaving and her eyes closed and her skin flushed from her forehead down to her stomach.
"I don't think you understand how beautiful you are, Mila." I climb onto the bed beside her and run my hand from her hip to her ribs, and she turns her head and opens her eyes. There's a softness in her expression, and her fingers come up and trace the line of my jaw.
"Why do you want me?" she asks softly, but I can't even begin to answer that question. What I want and what I need are two very different things, but both explanations evade me right now.
"I told you. I don't do anything for free…" My lips claim hers before she can ask more questions, and I grind against her thigh hard. I want to be inside her so badly, I can't control myself anymore. "Turn over," I say.
She rolls onto her stomach, and I watch the muscles in her back shift under her skin, the line of her spine curving down to the small of her back where two dimples sit above the swell of her hips.
I run my hand down the length of her and she arches into my touch as I take her by the hips and pull her up onto her knees.
Her forearms go flat on the mattress and her back curves as her thighs part.
"Fuck, look at your ass," I whisper, pressing kisses to it before I slap it hard. Mila gasps, and I watch her holes pucker and think of how incredible it'd feel if she were wrapped around me doing that.
Then I position myself behind her and drag myself through the wetness between her legs and she pushes back against me, her fingers twisting into the sheets.
Her voice is muffled against the mattress as she says, "Don't tease me."
I push inside her easily this time, and she lets out a long, low groan.
She's so wet that I slide in to the base on the first stroke, and her heat around me makes my stomach clench and my fingers dig into her hips.
Gritting my teeth, I hold perfectly still for a moment, feeling the light flutters of her strong muscles around my girth. I could come right here and fill her.
"You feel so good." I say it quietly, and she answers by pressing her hips back against me.
I pull back and push in again slowly, every inch of my length dragging through her moisture. She drops her head between her arms as her breathing turns ragged.
"Harder," she pants, so I give her what she asks for.
I pull out to the tip and drive back in hard enough that her body slides forward and she has to brace her hands against the headboard. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, and I set a pace that makes her gasp every time I bottom out.
"Oh, fuck." Her nails scrape against the headboard. "Don't stop, don't—"
She drops from her forearms to her chest, her cheek pressed flat against the sheets, and the new angle changes everything. She whimpers and yelps, and I can feel her tightening around me again, clenching down. It only heightens the pleasure for me.
"That's it." I lean forward and press my chest against her back and wrap one arm around her waist and put my mouth against her ear. "One more for me."
She shakes her head, but her body is already doing it, even before I slide my hand down and press my fingers against her where we're joined. Her whole body shudders and convulses. I feel every hot contraction while her pussy milks me, and the feeling of her pulsing around me pulls me over the edge.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and hold there while it tears through me from the base of my spine to the back of my skull, and my forehead drops against her shoulder.
My teeth find her flesh and bite down, and she heaves out a few heavy breaths while her muscles continue rhythmically squeezing me.
"Oh, my God," Mila breathes, making her hair puff out away from her face.
I pull back, not wanting to crush her, and slide out of her, my dick slapping up against my belly as I roll off and pull her against my body. She's stiff at first until I push her mop of hair out of her face. Then I see confusion scrawled across her forehead in deep furrows.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh," I whisper as I place a kiss on her forehead. "Lie with me."
"This wasn't a part of the deal, Roman."
When she protests again, I cover her lips with mine and steal a kiss, then whisper, "Stay."
It takes her a few seconds to relax, and when she does, I fight the covers and pull them up over our bodies.
What a pleasant surprise to have her visit my bedroom tonight, and better yet that she is eager to please me.
I have a bit of a mess to deal with concerning Vera, but I think I'm making my intentions to Mila very clear.
She's the one I want, not Sofi and certainly not her stepmother.
And if she can't see that I'm actively pursuing her, then I'll have to be more direct.
But tonight, having her in my bed is a good step. Soon, she'll be here every night.