33. Lavinia
THIRTY-THREE
LAVINIA
I thought movie night was going to be innocent, and I’m so glad it isn’t. With the food eaten and two beers down, I laid down on the couch.
“Get in,” I told Roman. He settled in behind me, the big spoon to my little one. I’m surprised the couch is big enough to hold the both of us.
Roman’s arm is over my waist, our bodies pressed flush against each other. I’m trying to concentrate on the movie and like most decisions, I regret asking Roman to get in behind me.
I’m hyper aware of his body, his breath stirring the hair on the back of my neck. My top has ridden up, exposing my stomach so Roman’s hand is resting right on my skin.
He’s tracing patterns and designs, and I feel those small movements through my body. My pulse is pounding between my legs and I’m squeezing my thighs together, trying to stave off the emptiness.
I shift slightly to get more comfortable and Roman inhales a sharp breath, gripping my waist tightly. My ass is pressed right against his hardening cock. I’m suddenly glad of the breath mint I had after dinner.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” I ask lightly. “I can stay like this forever.”
Roman hums quietly behind me, the sound vibrating across my back. His fingers brush the waist of my leggings, his pinky sliding in a little.
“Leave it to you to be a little tease,” Roman growls in my ear. What does he expect? I’m married to a man who’s insanely attractive and competent. I’ve been lusting after him since I was a teenager.
I twist and meet his eyes. They’re dark with need. His lashes are so thick, sometimes I wonder if he has trouble keeping his eyes open.
“That’s pure slander,” I say. “I will not stand for it.”
He hums thoughtfully, eyes tracing over my body and settling on where I’m squeezing my thighs together. “Hypothetically speaking, how much are you going to regret it if I take off your leggings and lick your sweet pussy until you come on my face?”
I gasp, and Roman’s eyes jump back to look up at mine. If we cross this line, there’ll be no coming back. Then again, I did ride his thigh to orgasm in a hidden club corner in Las Vegas and have phone sex with him two nights later. From where I’m standing, the line is a blur now.
“Do you want to?”
Roman raises an eyebrow. “Lick your pussy until you come screaming my name? It’s all I dream about, baby. I thought I made that clear.”
“Friends don’t do that with each other,” I breathe out. I’m delaying the inevitable and we both know it. I’ve never been this horny in my life and if Roman doesn’t touch me in the next minute, I’m going to combust. My nipples peak against my thin shirt, my lace bra offering no protection.
Roman leans down, nudging his nose against mine, our lips brushing together.
“Good thing we’re not really friends, Blossom. That ring on your finger makes you mine, remember?”
He kisses me at the same time he pushes his hand under the waistband of my leggings and panties. I gasp into his mouth as a finger brushes my clit ever so softly. I turn fully, twisting my hand into Roman’s shirt and thrusting the other into his thick hair.
He kisses me slowly, tortuously, like he’s drinking from me.
His tongue explores my mouth lazily, the same way he pushes one finger inside me and fucking leaves it there.
I moan in protest, wiggling my hips to get him to move, to do anything.
It’s like he’s intent on making me come like this and the crazy thing is, I might.
“Roman,” I cry. “Please, please, fuck me.”
“You sound so sweet when you beg,” he murmurs against my lips. “I like it.”
I whimper as he removes his middle finger and when he pushes in again, there are two fingers creating an enticing ache inside me.
“Look at that, absolutely soaked for me.”
He’s kissing down my neck, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of me as I’m losing my mind. My clit throbs, aching to be touched. Roman sucks on my neck hard and I cry out, arching against him. Reaching a hand down, I slip it under my waistband.
“If you touch yourself, I’m going to stop,” Roman whispers in my ear. “You’re mine now, Blossom. You’re going to come when I say you can come and right now, I want to enjoy your soaked pussy and know that I’m the one who made you wet.”
I sob at his words. “I’m going to die. Death by not coming.”
His chuckle reverberates through my whole body. “I’m not going to let that happen. If you want to help, remove your shirt.”
He lifts off me slightly, never removing his fingers from inside me.
I slide my top off and drop it to the side.
Subconsciously, I must have been planning this because I’m wearing matching light blue lacy lingerie.
The shelf bra sits low on my breasts and Roman growls, dipping his head down to suck on a nipple through the lace, causing me to cry out.
His stiff erection is pressing against my hip and when I reach for him, he curls his fingers inside me. My hand falters, my brain growing foggy as he hits that spot inside which makes me see stars.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmm, you like that? Should I do it again?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He curls his fingers again, this time brushing his thumb over my clit. My pussy clenches on his fingers, my hips thrusting up to meet his hand. My lower belly aches with the need to come, but Roman insists on teasing me.
“Roman, please. More.”
His eyes meet mine, hair disheveled from my fingers.
The heel of his palm presses on my clit, his fingers thrusting, twisting, curling inside me.
My back arches off the couch as I squeeze my legs together to keep Roman’s hand there.
I come in a rush, biting down on Roman’s shoulder, entire galaxies being birthed behind my eyes.
When I come down from my high, I open my eyes to see Roman removing his fingers from me and putting them into his mouth. My pussy aches even though I’m so sensitive.
“I bet Cal can’t do that,” Roman says, before his mouth meets mine. There’s something so filthy about tasting myself on his tongue. I reach up to wrap my arms around him but he’s moving, shifting down the couch.
“What are you doing?” Roman looks up at me on his way down my body, pausing to trail kisses across my abdomen and lower to my stomach. His eyes glimmer mischievously.
“Did you think that was it? I believe we discussed me licking this delicious pussy.”
Roman’s tongue flicks over my belly button, lower still to kiss my hipbones and pelvis. His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and panties, pulling them off with a yank. I’m suddenly extremely glad that I’ve kept up with my waxing appointments.
Roman moans softly, biting down his bottom lip as an almost painful look crosses his face. “Your body is sinful, Lavinia.”
Dropping to his forearms between my thighs, Roman licks my exposed pussy. I’m so sensitive I cry out, bucking under him.
“Oh my god, Roman.” I reach down, my fingers winding through his hair. “If you take your sweet time again, you’re never getting anywhere near my pussy again.”
Roman chuckles darkly and the sound makes me clench, my pussy making an embarrassing wet noise.
“Your pussy?” Roman says, his voice low and rough. “I think it became mine the second you came on my fingers, leaving your mark on me.”
He presses kisses on my inner thigh and my belly swoops. Oh, this is going to be torturous. My body’s flushed with need and Roman wants to take his sweet time with it.
“Please, you gave me one orgasm. Don’t get cocky.”
Roman brushes his thumb over my swollen clit and my hips shift up, chasing more friction. I breathe out, throwing my head back against the couch cushions. If I beg him for more, he’s never going to do it.
Roman moves his fingers in and out of me slowly, mouth sucking on me so gently, like he’s tasting a meal he’s been starving for. I’m trying not to keen over and die from the torture he’s wracking over my body. I’m about to lose my mind.
“Roman, please,” I beg. In response, he sucks on my clit, and I cry in relief, riding his mouth. Just as I feel like I’m about to come, he eases the pressure and pulls back, replacing his fingers inside me with his tongue.
“I’m never getting over how delicious you taste,” he whispers.
“It’s something I’ve wondered about for so long.
” He comes up, kissing me again and I moan into his mouth.
His jean clad thigh presses against me, and I can’t help riding it.
Roman chuckles. “I love seeing you this desperate, aching for me to fuck your pussy, to make you come. You’re so needy, baby. ”
Again, he makes the torturous procession down my body, stopping to lick and suck my nipples while I writhe under him. He’s right, I’m desperate and needy, like I haven’t come in months, and not a mere ten minutes.
I’m embarrassed for maybe zero point five seconds before accepting the fact that I’m a woman who likes good sex and I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.
“Let’s see if you can make me come faster and harder than Cal,” I say.
Roman’s smile is annoyingly confident. “After I’m done, baby, you’ll never go back to Cal.”
“A big claim from a man who’s still making me wait. Maybe I should use my fingers and be done with it.”
Roman growls. “When you come again, it’s going to be on my tongue.”
Finally, he puts his mouth back where it belongs, licking and sucking my pussy until I’m writhing like a mad woman under him. Sometimes, he’s slow and sweet and as I’m getting used to it, he’ll change up the rhythm and be sharp and cruel to the point where I’m so close to coming.
“Roman,” I growl. Oh, look, now he’s even got me growling. I thrust my hand into his hair, holding his head as I grind myself on his mouth. My stomach tightens, fire igniting through my body. “So close, so close. Don’t stop.”