Roman (Raleigh Raptors #2) - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,42

get enough of the sweet, tangy taste of her on my tongue, of the little contractions of her muscles that came with every stroke. She was going to squeeze my cock so fucking tight that I almost lost it right there.

What the hell was I? Fifteen?

She rocked against my face, and I pinned her hips with my hands so she couldn’t take what she wanted so easily. I wanted this to build for her, wanted it to blow every other orgasm out of the water. Wanted to wipe away the memory of every other man with my lips and tongue so that I was the only one she thought of.

“God! Roman!” Tremors shook her thighs, and I knew she was close.

Fuck it, I’d build her a slower, deeper orgasm next time.

I licked from the opening of her pussy to her clit, and her breath stuttered. “You taste like summer honey, all thick and sweet,” I said against her swollen flesh, making her squirm with the vibrations, but not quite getting her here.

“Holy shit, Roman. Your tongue,” she moaned.

“This tongue?” I flicked it across her clit.

“Yes!”

I flicked again and again, and when her thighs stopped trembling and locked, I sucked her gently between my teeth and stabbed at the little bud with enough pressure to send her over.

She screamed my name as she came, her body arching beneath me in waves, and the sound and sight of it was everything I’d ever imagined and more.

I rose over her, kissing her gently as she came down.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, her breathing harsh as she looked up at me with orgasm-glazed eyes.

She’d never looked more beautiful.

“That was me rushing about twelve years of daydreams.” A light sheen of sweat broke through my pores at the effort it took to stay right where I was and not pound into her like a wild man.

“That was rushing?” She blinked rapidly and cupped my face.

I nodded. My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat, so hard that I thought I actually might die if she called this off. It would be okay, though. I’d go to my grave a happy man. “Want to see the slow version?”

She smiled, and my heart stopped. “Next time.”

Next time. I was going to get to do this again. Fuck, I’d wanted her for so long and in so many ways that I couldn’t even prioritize them. I wanted to take her slow and deep as I looked in her eyes. I wanted to see her ass in my hands as I took her from behind. I wanted to suck on her nipples as she rode me. I wanted it all.

She rolled her hips, fitting the head of my cock to her wet entrance with such ease that it felt only natural to be poised there.

“Condom,” I growled.

She licked her lips. “I’m clean. I was at the doctor a couple weeks—”

“I trust you.” I cut her off. It wasn’t like I could get her pregnant, and fuck she felt so goddamned good that it was all I could do to not push inside. “I’m clean, and there hasn’t been anyone since…” Shit, I couldn’t even remember the last woman I’d taken to bed. “Since before you moved in.”

That was pretty much how I delineated all my time now. Before Teagan showed up that night and after.

“I trust you,” she whispered, rocking slightly and taking me inside that first, tight inch.

“Fuck.” I gritted my teeth. “Teagan. Honey, are you sure?”

“Do I feel sure?” She kissed me.

“You feel slick and tight and so fucking hot.” I rested my forehead against hers.

“You want me?” Her thighs moved restlessly against the sides of my hips as she swirled hers in a teasing little circle.

I was going to die. “I want you more than I want to breathe.”

“Then yes, Roman, I’m sure.” She kissed me long and deep.

I flexed my hips and sank into her slowly, savoring every single inch as I took her. She gasped, and I lifted my head, watching her carefully to make sure I didn’t hurt her as I pushed in—and in.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

She immediately did.

I withdrew slightly, then thrust hard, giving her everything I had until I bottomed out, surrounded by a molten fist of pure heaven.

“You feel so fucking good,” I managed between gritted teeth. It wasn’t just that she was the only woman I’d taken bareback—it was Teagan.

She whimpered in reply, rocking her hips and digging