40. Roman
FORTY
ROMAN
I watch her, entirely mesmerized by her presence. Beautiful isn’t enough to describe her.
Lavinia’s hair is spread out like a halo around her head, her cheeks rosy, lips kissed bruised and glistening. There’s this hazy, lust drunk look in her green eyes. I want to capture this image forever.
I’ve always been so careful with women. Taking my time when they need me to, being rough when they ask for it. I can be sweet as sugar and mean as spice. I’m whatever they need me to be as long as they forget all about it the next morning. One night of fun isn’t meant to be forever.
I want that now. I want the things I’ve never wanted before. I want to take from her and I want to give her myself. Not as a fucking friend. But I can be patient. I know Lavinia needs her time to come to terms with what we have was never going to be just friendship.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss again. The heat of her body surrounds me on all sides. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve tasted, sweeter than sugar even. Lavinia is the warmth you chase on the coldest day of the year, the light you look for when it’s too dark, the comfort of home.
“If we do this, there’s no turning back, Lavinia. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go,” I warn her.
Slowly, she blinks up at me. Reaching up, she cups my cheek, and I turn my head to kiss the inside of her palm. “Who says I want you to let me go?”
She struggles beneath me, and I lift up long enough for her to push me onto my back. I’m surprised for only a moment before she’s hovering over me, her hair falling around us.
“It’s my turn,” she says, placing a sucking kiss on my neck.
Then her hands are pushing up my shirt and I help her by pulling it over my head. Lavinia looks up at me through her lashes as she kisses her way down my chest. I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to be any harder than I am right now.
All the blood in my brain has flowed south. She kisses my pelvis, taking her slow torturous time unlatching my belt. She deliberately brushes her hand over my hard cock, and I jerk up into her palm. A twisted little smile takes over her face.
“Fuck, Lavinia,” I groan. “Is this punishment?”
“Why would I be punishing you?” She licks her lips before leaning forward and sucking on the skin above my waistband. My cock twitches.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warn her.
I don’t care that I came like a teenager in my pants once and that I’m going to do it again.
“We can’t have that,” she says, sitting back. “No, no. We need to drag this out as much as possible.”
“We don’t need to drag it out that much,” I say. I’m reaching for the button on my jeans when Lavinia grabs my hand, looking at me sternly.
“If you touch, I’ll stop,” she repeats my own words back to me.
“You’re a vicious little thing when you want to be, Blossom.”
Humming, she licks a line along the waistband of my underwear. With a groan, I let my head fall back, resigned to the fact that Lavinia’s going to take her time. She’s going to play with me like I’m her favorite toy.
Painfully slowly, she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. I raise my hips enough to assist her in pulling my jeans down and then kick them off the rest of the way.
“I don’t know why I thought you were a black only kind of man,” she murmurs. Now, she’s dragging her fingers along the edge of my navy boxers. Every touch sets my body on fire until I feel like I’m going to explode. “And look at these. I never knew.”
Sitting back, she admires the tattoos on my thighs, tracing over them with a finger. One is a constellation and the other is an atom design, but instead of neurons it’s a compass in the middle and along the side are tiny birds flying home to the north star.
Lavinia looks so fucking beautiful in my jersey. I want to rip it off her and then buy her a new one so I can rip it off again. Pushing up onto an elbow, I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss.
“You’re distracting me from my task,” she argues, pushing me back onto the bed.
Finally, she removes my underwear and my cock slaps against my stomach. I hiss as the cool air of the room meets my heated skin.
Lavinia pouts, tracing the veins of my cock with her finger. It twitches under her touch, and she smirks. “It’s so pretty. Like the rest of you.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I choke out. I’ve suddenly forgotten how to breathe. I’ll come from her looking at it, I’m sure. I don’t think anyone has called my cock pretty before.
She drags her finger over the head where precum is gathered and uses the slickness to jerk me off, once, twice, before she falls forward and takes my cock into her mouth. My breath hitches in my throat.
Her warm, wet tongue circles around the head of my cock and I shudder. I thrust my hips upwards, and Lavinia looks up at me through her lashes as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock again.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Baby, that feels so good.”
The heat of her mouth is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted and right now, she’s licking my cock like it’s her favorite ice cream.
From the way Lavinia looks up at me, she can probably guess that I’m losing my mind. It’s been two years since anyone other than my hand has been near my dick.
I lean up onto my elbows and gather her hair into one hand so I can see her face. I moan when I see her plush lips wrapped around my cock. Lavinia looks up at me and her eyes sparkle, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
Pulling back, she places soft, sucking kisses all along the underside of my cock, as if she’s worshipping it. It’s taking all of my willpower not to come.
“Put it back in your mouth, suck on it, please,” I beg.
Lavinia’s lips twitch. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already losing your mind.”
“Having your mouth near my dick is enough for me to lose my mind, killer.”
Lavinia makes shushing noises. “Be a good boy and let me play. I’ll give you what you want when I’m ready.”
My head rolls back onto my shoulders as I watch her through hooded eyes. She licks and sucks all over my cock, running her tongue along the veins until she’s personally acquainted with it. Good. She better become familiar with it because this is the only cock that’s going to fuck her from now on.
Lavinia takes my cock into her mouth again, swallowing until I hit the back of her throat. I gasp, shuddering at the heat of her mouth, the glint in her eyes, the sight of her lips stretched around my girth. Her hand wraps around the base and she jerks off what she can’t take in her mouth.
“Just like that, you’re doing so good,” I praise. “This is your cock. Only you get it hard. Only you get to make it come.”
Lavinia moans, the vibration running through my shaft. She comes up for air, kissing me as she continues to work me over with her hand. I taste myself on her tongue, mixed with her sweetness, and I know it’s not going to be long before I come.
Lavinia must sense it too, from the way my hips are thrusting up, and she moves down my body again. She’s more determined as she takes me back into her mouth. With her other hand, she massages my balls and then her hand drops lower.
With her eyes on mine, Lavinia pushes a finger into my ass. Like a trigger being pulled, I come immediately, harder than I I’ve ever come before. I’m gasping and shuddering.
“Fuck, baby, fuck. I can’t…Jesus…Lavinia. Fuck!”
I come for what feels like a good minute, stars exploding behind my eyes, tingles shooting up my spine. Lavinia swallows every drop and then sits up with the proudest smile on her face.
I fall back onto the bed, still gasping for breath as she kisses her way up my body, sucking and biting. She kisses my lips softly and I open my eyes to look at her.
“Can I confidently say, best ever?” She grins.
I give a lopsided smile. “You deserve a gold star.”
“Can I trade it for a couple of orgasms?”
“A couple?” I laugh. “Baby. We’re just getting started.”
I pull her down for a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. It’s filthy as fuck. The image of her swallowing my dick is going to live rent free in my mind until I die. I slip a hand under my jersey and against her soft skin. Slowly, I slide my hand up until I cup it around one perfect tit.
Lavinia moans into my mouth, rocking her hips against my thigh.
“As much as I love seeing you in my jersey,” I say, pulling away from her, “I want you naked. Right now.”
Together, our hands push up my jersey until it’s over her head.
I drop my head down to her tits, kissing and licking all over.
She has the most perfect rosebud nipples, and I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the soft flesh.
Lavinia’s fingers are in my hair, holding my head close as I lick and suck on her tits.
“You taste so sweet, and it’s been so long since I’ve tasted this pussy.”
I slide down her body, pausing to kiss every freckle and scar I see, until I hook my teeth into the waistband of her panties and pull them down.
It’s safe to say that like all of her, Lavinia’s cunt is perfect, and I groan when she comes into view, dropping down onto my elbows between her spread thighs.
She’s soft and wet, the pink of her pussy the same color she blushes.
I place soft, biting kisses on the soft skin of her inner thighs, sucking until a red bruise blooms.
“Tell me again you’re mine,” I command. To make my argument more palatable, I lick her pussy once.
“Why do we always have to have a conversation when you’re about to make me come?” Lavinia asks.
I look up at her, grinning. “Because it’s when you’re most susceptible to my charm and more likely to agree.”
Chest heaving with each breath, Lavinia groans quietly. "That's manipulation.”
“That’s planning ahead. If you want to come, you have to tell me you’re mine.”
Lavinia squirms. “We’re already married.”
“That’s happenstance.”
Really, this is the only way she’s going to get out of her head long enough to give me what I want. I know she already said she’s not letting me go, but I need her to say it again and confirm she’s mine.
“Be quick, baby. I didn’t have dinner and I’m hungry.” I lick her pussy again, everywhere but her clit. She tastes like honey on my tongue, and I want to drown in her. Lavinia squeezes her thighs, fisting a hand into my hair and trying to guide me to her clit, but I refuse to move.
“You already know I’m yours, you don’t have to?—”
I circle my tongue over her clit and Lavinia stops mid-sentence. I’m hungry and determined, alternating between slow kisses and firm flicks over her clit. Lavinia’s growing louder each time I flick her clit, her thighs shaking around my head.
My grip tightens on her hips as every whimper and plea drives my need higher and higher. I’m harder than a rock again and Lavinia needs to come. Good thing I know exactly what my wife needs. I slip two fingers inside her soaked cunt and curl them until I hit the spot that drives her crazy.
“Roman, I’m going to—” She doesn’t get to finish the sentence before she’s screaming and coming on my tongue, her thighs squeezing around my head until she’s likely to suffocate me. I’ll die the happiest man on Earth.
“You have one minute to recover before I do that again,” I say, kissing her thigh.
Lavinia whimpers.