Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
CLOVER
I’m so close. He follows my lead, hands roaming over my body exactly where I need them.
His mouth trails behind, and I am so fucking close.
My breaths come in quick little pants as I chase the sensation, heat spreading all over my body, and pressure building.
He’s working me expertly, and I’m about to unravel.
Looking to the side, I see my table, where Smokey is perched, staring at me with wide, judging eyes. She opens her mouth to meow, but says, “Pull it together.”
Wait, what the fuck? I’m not home, and my cat sure as shit can’t talk. Instantly the sensations I was feeling float away, and my eyes flash open.
I’m still here in Napa Valley, tucked in bed beside Roman.
You’ve got to be kidding me. I had a sex dream about Roman?
What’s worse is I’m still so turned on I may need to go to the bathroom and take care of it myself, or I’m at the risk of doing something very stupid, like climbing over The Great Wall of Don’t Touch Me and straddling the sleeping movie star next to me.
Coming to the devastating conclusion that I’m simply too turned on to go back to sleep, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and hop out, trying to be as quiet as possible as I make my way around the bed. The last thing I want to do is wake Roman right now.
As I make my way past his side of the bed, he stirs.
“Clover?”
Uh oh. “Yeah?” I squeak out.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah, no, I’m good.” My arms flail around as I try to show that I’m totally fine and normal and not in fact turned on right now.
“Well, that’s good, because you were making some strange noises,” he says, and the inflection in his voice makes it all too clear that he knows exactly what just happened.
If the ground could open up and swallow me whole right now, that’d be perfect.
Feeling as though I may simply pass away of mortification, I debate my limited options.
Deny—that’s got to be the only actual choice here. I’m standing about a foot away from his side of the bed, preparing to slink back over to mine. I will be denying that I had a sex dream until I am blue in the face.
“Oh, that—I sleep talk sometimes.”
“Yeah? Your sleep talking sounded a lot like sleep-fucking to me.” Getting up off the bed, Roman stands directly in front of me. We’re so close now that if I took a deep breath, my breasts would touch his chest.
“No, it was—”
“Quit lying to me, and quit lying to yourself.” He says, his voice quiet but firm.
He grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, and tilts my face up toward his.
My heart is in danger of hammering itself right out of my chest. Touching me like this, with so much authority, sends a flood of heat to my pussy. I’m so fucking close to snapping.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll–”
“Shut up, Roman.” I’m tired of fighting this when my body wants it so fucking badly.
I push onto my toes and kiss him. Our lips meet, and neither of us wastes so much as a millisecond.
A bomb has detonated, and this frenzy is the aftermath.
My hands move to the nape of his neck, and he bites my bottom lip and pulls, eliciting a groan that I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by.
His hands move to my hips, where he pulls me flush against him as we continue to kiss. I can feel he’s rock hard already. When we break apart momentarily to catch our breath, he brushes his thumb along my lips, pushing ever so slightly until I suck his thumb into my mouth.
Feeling bolder by the second, I reach down and palm his erection through his thin pajama pants. Roman growls.
“Get on the bed. Now.” He doesn’t let go of my hips though, instead he pushes me backwards until I have no choice but to sit on the bed. Knocking the pillows away, I quickly dismantle enough of The Great Wall of Don’t Touch Me so that I can lie down in its place.
When I’m settled, Roman crawls over me, lavishing kisses along my collarbone. The sensation has my eyes ready to roll to the back of my skull. His mouth feels like it was made to be on my skin. I gasp as he nips at my collarbone.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he says, eyes dark with desire.
“Roman?”
“Clover?”
“Don’t stop.”
That seems to be all he needs because his lips come crashing down to mine again, searching, teasing, and tasting me so thoroughly I feel like I’ll lose it. I need him. Now.
I yelp in surprise when Roman rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him in one swift motion, forcing me to straddle his hips.
The hard bulge of his cock lines up perfectly with my clit, and his hands palm the curves of my ass as he guides me through the motion of me rubbing against him.
The friction is enough to put me in danger of exploding.
I must make a noise that indicates as much, because Roman pulls his lips away and looks up at me with something close to wonder.
One hand moves to the neckline of my tank top and pulls it down to expose a breast.
He lifts a little off the bed to pull the tip into his mouth, sucking and flicking at the nipple, sending electricity through me. It feels so good that I can’t believe I ever wanted to avoid this.
Continuing to rub against each other, Roman groans around my nipple, the vibration of the sound only heightens the pleasure. He lightly bites down, and a whimper leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, Clover,” Roman grits out as we move together.
“Oh my God,” I whine, approaching my release.
“Take off your shorts,” Roman rushes out.
“What?”
“Take. Off. Your. Shorts.” He says again.
“But I don’t have anything underneath them...”
He groans. “You’re killing me. Take them off. I have to taste that pretty little cunt of yours.”
My pussy throbs in response. Being gone down on is such an intimate act, but at the same time I need him so much I’m about to combust. I want this. My mind wanders to what Roman said earlier at the wine tasting, “There’s something to be said for seizing the moment and enjoying what you want”...
“Are you sure?” I ask, hesitation warring with desire.
“Yes.” When I don’t move for another second, he adds, “please.” He sounds desperate, and I think I may have found my newest addiction. Knowing he can’t stand to go another minute without tasting my pussy.
Enjoying the power momentarily, I leave the bed and slowly pull down my shorts, drawing it out just long enough to tease him.
The fabric glides down my legs in one smooth, but torturously slow motion.
I don’t know when I’ve ever felt confident enough in the bedroom to pull a stunt like this, but right now I’m enjoying the feel of being in control, and having him underneath me slowly losing his mind.
Roman’s eyes take in every detail greedily, and once my shorts are off, he reaches out toward me.
“Get over here.”
I hesitate for a second, some of my boldness wavering. Can I really do this? Should we really do this?
“Clover...”
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper in the darkness.
“I want you, but only if you want this.”
“I do.” My pussy is practically begging me to move forward.
“Good, then get the fuck over here.” Roman gestures to his face. I beg your finest pardon? I thought he’d want to go down on me like... normally... like me lying on my back, not me sitting on his face.
“I can’t, I’m way too heavy for that,” I hiss.
“I promise you, you’re not.” Reaching out and grabbing hold of my arm, he gently pulls me back toward the bed.
Encouraging me to straddle him once more and pulling me in for a kiss that sends electricity shooting through my veins.
I nip at his bottom lip before sucking on it, and the noise it elicits from Roman makes me feel fucking feral.
“Please,” he breathes.
“Please what?” I tease.
“Clover, I need you to sit on my fucking face,” he begs.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on.
That said, I’m not sure if there’s ever been a sexy or smooth way to go from straddling someone’s hips to straddling their face.
I awkwardly maneuver myself up closer toward him, unsure of how to proceed.
Do I really just straddle his face? I’ve never done this before, any time in the past, it’s been me lying down on my back.
Seeing my inexperience showing, Roman wastes no time and moves the last bit, lining himself up and lifting to taste me. The first stroke of his tongue along my pussy sends sparks racing through my veins. It takes everything in me not to buckle at the sensation.
“I knew you’d taste good,” he murmurs. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, I lower myself slightly so that I’m still hovering over him, but lower now so that he doesn’t have to hold himself up anymore to get what he wants.
Moving his hands to my hips and gripping hard, he pulls me down in an attempt to make me sit lower. It would never surprise me if Roman had a self-destructive streak, but having me actually sit on his face is a suffocation hazard.
I have to engage my thigh muscles to avoid getting slammed down onto his face.
“Roman!” I squeal, trying my hardest to resist. It’s next to impossible with how strong he is. He pulls harder, and I feel myself losing the battle. “I can’t,” I rasp out.
“Why not?”
“I’m too heavy, I’ll-”
“No the fuck you’re not. When I say sit on my face, you’re going to sit,” he growls before pulling me the last bit down so that I do as he says.
I gasp as his tongue swirls on my clit, winding me into a frenzy. Whatever he’s doing should be illegal, it feels so good I whimper. He laps at my pussy like he’s been starving for a taste of me.
Roman pulls away for a second and looks up. He’s got a devilish smile on his face, and it’s glistening with my arousal. “That’s it, there’s my girl.” Before I can answer, his mouth is back on me.
“Fuck,” I curse as I grip the headboard so tightly my knuckles turn white. He works me expertly, like he knows my body better than I do.
Just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better than this, Roman’s fingers push into me and pump in and out in time with the movements of his tongue. My body writhes on top of him like I’m no longer in control of my own movements. I’m so close to coming that I can’t help but ride his face.
Roman chuckles, and the vibration of it nearly knocks me over the edge.
His fingers switch up their movements so they’re pushing up against my sensitive front wall as they move in and out.
The added pressure is enough to send me careening over the edge.
I shatter apart, wave after wave of pleasure roaring through me as I come.
Roman continues to work me as I come down from my orgasm until I move away from his face. I’m desperate to get my hands on him now, to feel him and make him make more of those sounds that were driving me wild. When I reach down toward his cock, his hand stops mine.
“You don’t have to,” he says with a shake of his head.
“I want to.”
His grin turns sheepish. “Not tonight.”
Not tonight? What the hell does that mean?
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, confusion beginning to swirl uncomfortably in my stomach. Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have sat on his face.
“No, of course not.”
“Well then, why not?”
He groans and rubs his hands over his face. “I... uh. Let’s just say it’s not necessary anymore.”
Realization dawns on me. “Wait... did you?”
“Regrettably, yes.” He grumbles.
“Holy shit, you mean I made The Roman Everett come in his pants?”
He responds by gently knocking me onto my side, then pulling my back to his bare chest and nuzzling into my neck.
Breathing deeply, he mutters, “Don’t let it get to your head, Sparky.
” The warmth of his body seeps into mine, and despite my better judgment, I wrap my arms around his, savoring how nice it is to be held like this.
I drift off to sleep, a peaceful feeling washing over me.
One the likes of which I haven’t felt in years.