Page 45 of After the Storm

“I prayed my whole life that one day I’d hear you begging for my cock,” he says, sliding his swim shorts off.

My eyes fall to his cock, watching it spring loose from the confines of his shorts.Holy.Shit. I trace my gaze slowly back up his stomach and chest, finally catching his eyes as he leans back smirking at me.

“See something you like?” he asks, grinning down at me. I can’t even bring myself to speak, resisting the urge to reach out and feel him, grab him, do something,anythingwith him. I jolt slightly as one hand lands gently at my waist, gripping me slightly like he’s also resisting the urge to ravage me. His other slides slowly up my body, brushing against my hardened nipple. A breathy moan escapes me.

“Words, Audra… I need to hear your words.” The hand that was traveling up my body finally finds purchase on my cheek, his thumb lightly stroking just under my eye. “We’ll go slow, baby, but I need you to talk to me—to tell me what you like.” He kisses me gently, like we have all the time in the world, like nothing exists except us here at this moment. “I need you to tell me what you like, so that later—” the hand that was on my waist sinks lower, sinking two fingers back into me and rubbing over my clit lightly with his thumb, “I can give you all of it.”

“I don’t know what I like,” I admit. He shakes his head like he’s disappointed. Not in me, but in anyone who touched me and didn’t do it exactly as he would. He reaches for his wallet on the side table next to the couch and pulls a condom from it.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he says, lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me. The kiss is everything. It’s hot. It’s messy. It’s erotic as hell. We consume each other, too concerned with being here in this moment to care about propriety or gentleness. It feels entirely too much, like we saw the edge of the cliff and just let the car drive off it.

Roman pulls away from me slightly, taking my bottom lip with him between his teeth. He bites down gently before letting go fully and leans back slowly, sliding the condom on.

“You’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like something?” he asks and I nod excitedly. We both look down, watching him drag the tip through my folds, collecting my wetness for lubricant. Our eyes lock as he pushes into me. The slight stretch leaves the both of us moaning.

“Jesus, Auds. You’re so fucking tight.” My hands fly to his head, tangling in his loose curls, pulling him down to kiss me again as he pushes himself the rest of the way inside. As soon as he bottoms out he stills, closing his eyes.

“I’m okay. You can move,” I exhale.

“I have the prettiest girl in the world wrapped around my cock, I just need a minute,” he groans, dropping his head in the crook of my neck. The words go right to my head and to my surprise, also between my legs. I had no idea I would be so into dirty talk until it was coming out of his mouth. Pleasure sparks up and down my spine at the full feeling, waiting for him to move inside me.

I grind my hips against him looking to relieve some of the pressure, but it only builds. With every shift of my hips his body tenses with a groan in my ear. The sound is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Awfully impatient, don’t you think?” He nips at my ear. All I can do is nod and grind against him again because I am right on the edge and I need to feel him move before I come. “I told you, baby. Just ask and it’s yours.”

“Please fuck me,” I plead, throwing my head back. A wicked smile grows on his face before giving me everything I asked for—and then some.

He draws himself out then inch by fucking inch feeds it back into me. My eyes flutter closed as the pressure builds and builds.

“So goddamn wet,” he growls, licking a stripe from my collarbone to my ear. “And mine.” He takes the lobe in his mouth, biting down gently before sliding his teeth over it. “And fucking perfect.” He snaps his hips back to mine in a hard thrust. “Everything I dreamed of.”

He moves in and out of me quicker, leaving me an incoherent mess of moans and curses. Every single time his pelvis meets mine sparks of pleasure rip through me. There’s no way I should already be this close. But when his hand slips between us and he draws deliciously slow circles on my clit, that doesn’t matter, I am.

“Holy,” I pant. “Shit.” A cocky smirk is plastered across his perfect face.

“I know, baby.” He kisses my lips then a line down my throat. “I know.” The circles he draws quicken and I know I’m done for.

“Roman—Shit,”I moan out, fingernails biting at his shoulder blades. A beautiful mix of pain and pleasure washes over his face.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Say my name while you come on my cock.” It isn’t a request, it’s a command and I follow it. His hips follow a steady pace coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. With one more circle of my clit, I’m pushed over it. My entire world comes crashing down on me in flames and fireworks. His name rolls off my tongue over and over like a chant as I cling to his shoulders. I try desperately to ground myself back to earth by holding onto him but only when his lips crash back to mine do I feel like I’m put back on earth.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you.” His voice is rougher than normal, and the heavy vibrations of it send a tingle down my spine. “So pretty when you come. Give me one more,” he demands.

I shake my head frantically. “I don’t think I can,” I pant out and he chuckles against my neck before kissing down it.

He pulls his body off of mine and I nearly whine at the loss of contact. Now he’s in a sitting position and I’m looking at his cock wondering how that fit inside of me. He tips his head in his direction, signaling me to come to him.

“Come sit on it, Auds.” I waste no fucking time sitting up and straddling his lap. I don’t know if I can come again, but I know asking me to ride him is an offer I can’t refuse.

Chapter18

Roman

“Come sit on it, Auds,”I instruct, with a pat to the tattoo on my thigh. No sooner do I say the words, she’s sitting up and climbing in my lap. Dreams really must come true because Audra fucking Hart is about to ride my cock.

She’s straddling my lap, holding herself up with a grip on each of my shoulders. I reach between us, fisting my cock in my hand, and lining it up with her entrance. As the tip pushes inside, her eyes flutter closed, head tipping back. I take the opportunity to kiss and lick down her neck. She’s still using me to hold herself up, hovering over me. I take her hands from my shoulders, holding them in one hand.

“Sit,” I rasp in her ear. She nods, burning her big green eyes into me. Slowly she lowers herself, inch by inch.

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