Chapter 8 #2
“I’m close,” I grit out, clutching the sheet underneath me. “Don’t stop anything.”
“We’ve got all night, baby. I’ll keep going as long as it takes.”
It’s the hottest thing he could have said to me. With a loud groan, I grip the sheet underneath me even harder, arch my back, and let the tsunami of glorious pleasure slam into me with full force.
When the pleasure subsides, I feel like I’m under a spell—like I’ve been magically turned into a ravenous, horny beast. “I want you inside me,” I bark out.
To emphasize my point, I grip his hard dick and stroke it, and then growl with pleasure when I discover his thick tip is drenched with pre-cum.
I swirl the sticky evidence of Roman’s arousal around and around with my thumb, causing him to jerk and jolt, and then beg him to get his cock wrapped up and deep inside me.
“Patience,” Roman coos again. But this time, when he says the word, he sounds like he’s hanging on by the barest of threads.
With his dark eyes blazing and his entire body quaking, Roman spreads my thighs, crawls between them, and proceeds to give me oral sex that’s so fucking delicious and masterful, it quickly sends me hurtling into what can only be described as a full-bodied meltdown.
“Good girl,” Roman chokes out hoarsely from between my legs, as I writhe and groan in ecstasy.
Breathing hard, he grabs a condom packet off the nightstand like he’s grabbing onto a lifeline.
With his cock wrapped up, he climbs over my sweaty, writhing, yearning body like a panther on the prowl.
When his mouth reaches mine, he feels between my legs for his target with greedy fingers before plunging his full length inside me, all the freaking way.
I cry out as Roman’s thick cock stretches me and growl with pleasure as it fills me to the brim.
When he begins thrusting like a beast, I grip his bare ass cheeks, reveling in the perfect fit of our bodies.
How did I ever question if his dick would fit inside me, when it now feels like his body was designed specifically to fill every inch of mine?
As Roman’s thrusts intensify, I wrap my thighs around his gyrating hips and dig my nails into his broad back, savoring every delicious sensation.
His warm skin against mine. His musky scent.
The primal sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of my wetness.
I’ve never been this wet before. Not with Brandon.
Not with a vibrator. Not even when I’ve woken up after a sex dream about some rock star or hot professor from college.
Our tongues are swirling in concert with the movement of our desperate bodies. We’re gyrating as one by now—feeling totally connected while spiraling into ecstasy together. Suddenly, Roman’s mouth breaks free of mine with a loud gasp, like he’s coming up for air after spending too long under water.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “Like you were made for me.”
I moan my reply, relishing the fact that the feeling is mutual—that I’m free to make whatever noises feel natural.
I’ve never experienced a man talking during sex.
I thought that was normal, so I kept quiet, too.
But now, I can’t get enough of Roman’s dirty talk and animalistic noises.
Every time this man opens his mouth, no matter what comes out, he ignites my body even more, as surely as if he were licking my clit.
“What are you doing to me?” Roman grits out. He sounds tortured. On the bitter cusp of losing it. “Your pussy is magic, baby,” he growls into my ear. “You’re a drug, baby. Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?”
I’m thinking he’s going to lose it any second now, based on the sounds he’s making and the desperation of his tone and thrusts.
But to my surprise, he pulls out of me, panting, flips me over and onto all fours, and plunges himself inside me again, this time from behind.
As he fucks me in this new position, I feel like he’s ripping me in two—but in the best possible way.
He reaches around and massages my clit as he pounds me, and .
. . Oh my God. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my eyes roll back into my head, my breathing halts, and a third orgasm ravages me—this one even more powerful than the prior two.
I come with a loud, keening wail, as Roman wraps a large palm over my throat and comes inside me with a loud growl of his own.
As his body ripples violently inside mine, I collapse onto the bed, taking him with me, and then lie motionless underneath him, spent and breathing hard, as Roman’s body quakes and shudders on top of mine with aftershocks.
When our bodies have both quieted, Roman slides off my back, turns me onto my side like a rag doll and kisses me tenderly. “Goddamn, Iris,” he murmurs into my lips. “That was unexpected.”
I don’t know what to say in response to that, since everything about that was far more than unexpected to me—it was transformative. Transcendent. Revelatory. Supernatural.
Tongue-tied and exhausted, I wordlessly kiss him again, and that’s what we wind up doing for a long time: kissing.
We do it for so long, in fact, it eventually feels like we’re having an entire conversation without words.
When we finally come up for air and open our eyes, Roman wipes at my cheek with his thumb and whispers, “Those were tears of euphoria, I hope?”
Did I cry at some point? If so, I didn’t realize it.
I wipe at my cheek, and I’ll be damned. It’s sticky with dried tears.
“I don’t know what that was about,” I reply honestly.
“I’m definitely not feeling sad, I can tell you that.
That was the most incredible, liberating, addicting thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
I feel like I just walked through a secret portal into another dimension—a new world where I found a better version of myself. ”
Roman chuckles. “That’s high praise.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He swipes gently at my cheek again. “Something tells me you’re not capable of the alternative.”
Shit. Roman didn’t say “Me, too” about the secret portal into another dimension thing.
So, I’m thinking I’ve probably overshared, like I always do.
In fact, now that my cringey words are hanging in the air, unmatched, I realize I should have played it much cooler with Roman.
Perhaps pretended that’s how sex always goes for me.
Because I’m a sex kitten. But then again, I don’t think I’m capable of pulling off any kind of charade, like Roman said.
Especially not in this one-of-a-kind moment.
I’m feeling too raw—too triumphant, alive, and powerful—to even try to put on any kind of act.
I touch Roman’s stubbled cheek. “Thank you for taking so much time with me. That felt incredible.”
Roman kisses my cheek. “My kink, if I have one, is getting my partner off. And the way you just got off? Jesus Christ, Iris. I feel like I’ve mainlined an addictive drug.”
My heart quickens. That was just as good as Roman saying he walked through a secret portal, too.
Maybe even better, especially when combined with the look of complete satisfaction on Roman’s gorgeous face.
The man does indeed look drugged—and I can’t deny it turns me on to know I’m the source of his intoxication.
I slide my palm over Roman’s bicep and bat my eyelashes at him. “Please, feel free to overdose on my body as much as you want tonight.”
Roman smirks. “You wouldn’t give me carte blanche like that if you knew how much I enjoyed that. It was supernatural for me, too.”
Oh my gosh. This just keeps getting better and better. I open my mouth to reply, but before I get a single word out, a big yawn overtakes me.
“Thanks,” Roman deadpans.
I giggle. “Sorry. I’ve barely gotten any sleep the last couple days.”
Roman strokes my hair. “Get some sleep, then. A great orgasm will put you to sleep better than any sleeping pill.”
I snicker. “And I had three.”
“You sure did. Don’t let them go to waste. Get some sleep, Iris.”
I didn’t know great orgasms are sleep inducing, simply because I’ve never had one even close to as great as the ones Roman gave me. Especially that last one. Holy crap. But I see no reason to admit any of that. I’ve already said too much.
I open my mouth to reply, and yet another yawn overtakes me, making Roman laugh again.
“Sorry to bore you,” he teases this time, making me giggle again.
“Okay, maybe I’ll take a short nap,” I concede. “But only long enough to recharge for round two.”
“Sleep as long as you can,” he says gently. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got plenty of time.”
I don’t agree with that statement, since he’s only invited me to stay for one night and I’m now craving as many rounds of sex with this man as I can get. But I can’t deny the comment is a kind thing to say that relaxes me even more.
“Thank you so much,” I whisper as my eyelids flutter. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“Sweet dreams, Iris. Whenever you wake up, I’ll be here and ready to go again. But no rush.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s hours before I’d normally go to bed. Granted, Hawaii is a full four hours behind Denver and three behind Orchard Blossom, so my internal clock feels hopelessly confused right now, but I can’t imagine I won’t wake up in a couple hours at most.
“I’ll see you in an hour or two,” I say with another yawn. “And then we’ll go again. Oh. I’d better pee real quick.” I roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom, and when I get back, there’s a huge bottle of water on the nightstand and Roman is closing all the blinds in the room.
“Drink at least half of that,” Roman instructs, indicating the bottle. “Flying is dehydrating, and so is good sex.”
“Wow, it’s almost like you’re a personal trainer or something,” I tease. I grab the bottle and guzzle its entire contents, eliciting a “good girl” from Roman.
“I’ll get you another bottle so you’ll have it if you wake up thirsty,” he says. “Sleep tight.”
My heart flutters. If Roman takes care of his clients in Delaware this well, it’s no wonder he can afford to take a two-week vacation at a fancy resort. He’s making me feel as special as a professional athlete.
“See you soon,” I say coyly, resting my head onto my luxurious pillow again—and approximately three seconds later, I’d estimate, the world melts away and I’m blissfully asleep.