jeans down his hips. A torturous groan vibrated through his chest when I took him in my hand and began to stroke up and down his hard, rigid shaft. His fingers clamped around the edge of the dresser, and his eyes shut when I brushed my tongue against the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as I took him deep in my mouth. I continued to stroke him slowly, with my fingers wound tightly around his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair as his hips thrust forward, guiding me to take him deeper. I wasn’t exactly confident I was doing it right, but seeing how his body responded to my touch gave me such a sense of power. The thought of making this man lose control with just my mouth exhilarated me, fueled my desire, and made me want him even more. With just the twist of my hand, a guttural moan echoed through the room, and a pained expression crossed his face.
I loved seeing him fall apart from my touch, and I was shocked when I was suddenly yanked up from the floor and carried over to the bed. He dropped me, with my back lying flat against the mattress. I propped up on my elbows and watched him slowly lower my panties down my legs.
“Hey! What was that?” I protested.
“I love your mouth, Frankie, but I need to be inside you.”
I anxiously awaited as he took a condom out of his wallet, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and slowly slid the latex down his long, hard shaft. He hovered between my legs, and goosebumps rose from my flesh, while I watched his eyes roam over every inch of my bare skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His calloused thumb circled around my nipple, and my hips bucked toward him, needing to feel him inside me. “Please,” I begged. His warm, wet tongue pressed against my breast as he said, “Please what? Tell me what you want.” He was teasing me with his words, driving me wild with anticipation.
“You, Roman. I want you...all of you,” I purred.
When I looked at him, his eyes were filled with hunger, hunger for me. It gave me a thrill to see him looking at me like that. My body shuddered beneath him, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, and in that moment, I knew. Roman had stolen my heart, and there was nothing I could do about it. His eyes were still locked on mine when he drove deep inside me… harder and faster than I expected.
A strangled cry of relief got caught in my throat when he pulled out to the tip and then pushed back inside me. My nails dug into his back as I tilted my hips forward, welcoming his invasion. His eyes were locked on mine while he thrust inside of me, again and again. I slowly raised my knees up to his hips, pulling him deeper inside. A low groan of pleasure vibrated through his chest as he steadied his stride, easing his rhythm to a slow, demanding pace.
I couldn’t take it. I needed more. All of his restraint began to vanish as my body started to tremble and writhe beneath him. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he ground his hips against mine. A jolt of pleasure shot through me when he deepened the angle, making my body clamp down around him. The muscles in my body grew tight as my release began to build, burning deep in my stomach. I lifted my hips, trying to match his unrelenting rhythm, but it was too much. The warmth of his body, the consuming burn of his touch, sent me over the edge. My hands reached for the sheets at my side, fisting them tightly when my body began to tremble uncontrollably as my orgasm took hold.
“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you come,” he groaned, and just the sound of his voice sent me spiraling out of control. With a look of pure ecstasy on his face, he quickened his pace. I arched my back as my orgasm seized against my spine. He leaned over me, pressing his lips against mine, smothering my moans of ecstasy. Sweat trickled down his back, while his body continued to pound into mine. I wound my legs tighter around his hips, and with one last, powerful thrust, he found his own release.