Page 84 of Between Us

“That's... I mean, that's not...”

She trailed off when he used the wetness on his fingers to tease her other entrance.

“You don't like this?”

She was almost completely naked in front of him, her perky breasts hanging out from where he'd pushed the cups of her bikini top to the sides, yet her face went beet-red at a mere question. “I, uh… I do. I just, I've never done this before.” She chuckled breathlessly. “Obviously.”

He continued to rub circles with his middle finger as he applied a bit of pressure. She let out a quiet gasp, and his eyes darkened. “I want to take you here.” His finger pushed in slowly, and she bit down on her lip again, her eyes becoming unfocused.

Roman grew even harder at the sight. When she didn't protest the intrusion, he pushed all the way in, moving carefully despite the fire burning in his groin. He reined in his own desire, wanting to get her used to the new sensation, but by the time she had relaxed almost completely, he was more than ready to be inside her.

Removing his finger, he stood up on the hot patio tiles and discarded his swim shorts. He grabbed herwaist and pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the other lounge chair. Alessandra's arms circled his neck, and he kissed her lips, her throat, between her breasts.

Unwilling to wait a second longer, he lifted her ass with both hands and pushed his way inside until he was buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. She sighed with pleasure and rode him slowly as his hands settled on her waist.

Roman let her do that for a while, enjoying the way she felt wrapped around his length. He caressed her sides lazily, watching her tits bounce with each up-and-down movement. She’d been sunbathing topless for most of the summer, the only tan lines on her body left behind by the tiny thong bikinis she wore at home.

He bent his head to run his tongue over one nipple then the other, and Alessandra inched closer to give him better access. He was starting to learn what she liked, and having her tits played with seemed to be one of her favorite things when it came to sex. One hand moved to the flawless skin of her back—hot to the touch from the sun and so fucking smooth he’d never felt anything like it before.

Moving down, he reached her ass and molded the flesh there roughly as that thing on his mind grew more urgent, demanding his full attention. He slapped her ass and stood, keeping her pussy firmly impaled on his cock.

Alessandra let out a sound of surprise, not having expected the sudden movement. She laughed as he carried her into the house and his cock slipped out when they reached the patio doors. “Where are we going?”

“Bedroom.”

The house was quiet as Roman continued to walk up the stairs and into their bedroom. He stopped by his nightstand, opened the first drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Alessandra looked from the bottle to his face, her nails lightly scrapping his nape.

“I'll make it good,” he promised, reading the slight apprehension in her eyes.

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I trust you.”

Fuck.

Whenever she said that, his chest tightened with a feeling of fierce protectiveness.

Sucking on her bottom lip, he placed one knee on the mattress and lowered her onto the bed. He kept her gaze as his fingers undid the knot holding together her bikini top. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his palm gliding over the heated skin of one breast. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

Alessandra looked up at him through long lashes, and he was lost in the way her chocolate-colored eyes caressed his face, pupils dilated with desire. Hovering above her, he bent down and kissed a path from her collarbone to the column of her neck until he reached her lips.

He grabbed his throbbing cock and pressed the next words to her ear. “And I'm about to claim it all.”

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Roman threw a towel around his neck on his way up from the gym he'd set up in the basement—a temporary improvisation until a more adequate one could take itsplace.

He had opened the subject of house renovations with Alessandra, and both had agreed it was better to hire an interior designer for the job, so he planned to talk to Laney about it, knowing she had some connections on that front.

His feet had barely hit the landing on the ground floor when the doorbell rang. Wearing only his shorts and a pair of running sneakers, he headed for the front door.

Slava looked surprised to see him. He quickly removed his sunglasses as a sign of respect. “Roman, I didn't know you'd be home.”

Roman glanced past him, spotting his wife's new Audi in the driveway. He'd forgotten it was being delivered today. “Everything okay with the car?”

“Yeah, all good. The rear was a bit of a challenge, but we managed. That thing is safer than a fucking tank now.”

Roman nodded and stepped outside to inspect the work. He didn’t know that much about the technique used for armoring vehicles, but he trusted Slava enough to take his assurance seriously. Satisfied with the exterior, he took the key and climbed into the driver's seat. The engine came to life with a soft purr as he pressed a button on the fob.

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