my belly. My heart flutters inside my chest, and by the time he pulls his fingers out of my quivering pussy, I’m seconds away from coming again.
“Fuck, Sophie...I missed this...missed the way you taste, the way your body melts in my hands.” Roman croaks as he unhooks my leg from his shoulder, placing it back down on the tile floor. Goosebumps blanket my skin when his heated gaze meets my own. I can tell how badly he wants me with just one look. My eyes slip down his chiseled abs, and to the deep V, before slipping all way down to his cock. It’s heavy, standing at attention, the head angry and red.
Roman peppers kisses up my body, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. Each kiss grips onto my heart, sinking its claws deeper and deeper into the fragile muscle. When he finally reaches my face, my body is shaking and tears are slipping down my cheeks. My emotions are out of control. Roman doesn’t say a word, though. It’s as if he knows my tears are out of love and nothing else.
Lifting me by the hips tenderly I wrap my legs around his waist and then bring my arms around his neck pulling him as close as I can. I feel his cock probing my entrance and I want him inside me so badly it hurts.
“Take me Roman. Take me and show me how much you love me.” My voice is hoarse, but my words are clear. I want him to love me with his body. He leans into my face, water dripping from his hair and onto my face.
“I love you...I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine as the head of his cock slips inside my tight hole, stretching me in such a delicious way. Roman’s eyes close for a moment, while my pussy tightens around just the head of his cock. The corded muscles of his shoulders and biceps strain as he eases inside me, so slowly it’s almost maddening. I watch as his nostrils flare and he uses nothing but complete strength and patience to enter me.
My nails sink into his flesh when he finally reaches the end of my channel. His eyes open once more, fire blazing deep inside those green depths.
There are no words to be said, there are only actions to be done, and Roman does them, pivoting his hips upward with slow precise strokes. Each thrust hits that sweet spot at the back of my pussy and soon my mouth is opening, pleasure building deep within my bones.
Roman’s head falls forward, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes holding mine while he owns every single fiber of my body.
He worships my body as if it’s our first and last time together. Our breaths mingle together, as we both pant, the pressure builds, and continues to build until just like a pot full of boiling water, it boils over. My entire body shakes, my pussy squeezing his shaft as my orgasm crests. I reach the peak, and my lids close, euphoric pleasure wraps around me like a warm blanket.
“Heaven...that’s what you are Sophie, that’s what being with you feels like….like the sinner in me has been granted access into heaven,” Roman groans into my ear, and then I feel his cock thickening deep inside me, a second later his sticky seed coats my womb.
My heart beats furiously inside my chest, my limbs feel like jelly, and I wonder if it can get much better than this. Roman clutches onto me, as if I’m going to run away or something, but I can’t deny how good it feels to know he’s afraid of losing me as much as I am of losing him.
I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he eases me back down to the floor. We stand holding each other for a long moment, letting the pleasure seep into our pores. I can feel his release dripping down my thighs, and onto the tile below, and oh how I have missed this feeling.
“I’m so tired,” I yawn, directly into Roman’s face, earning a smile from him.
“Let me wash us and then we can go to bed.” I nod in agreement letting him scrub me from head to toe. He massages my scalp with his soap, and while I’m rinsing, he washes himself. After watching Roman fight, and being afraid that I couldn’t possibly make him see me I’m exhausted.