Page 35 of Loving Roman
“All right. I’ll let you suck my cock.” He punctuates his words with a groan as I suck hard on the upstroke. Taking his balls in my other hand, I massage them tenderly as I stroke the base of his dick in tandem with my mouth.
Squeezing, sucking, swallowing.
Teasing, tasting, tempting.
I give him everything I have, but he’s holding himself back, and I want him to let go. Stretching my finger out, I find his taint and massage it while cupping his balls—I’m not quite ready to breach his back entrance, the way he did mine.
That does it. Exactly what I want.
With a low groan, he thrusts hard into my mouth, pushingfarther back than before. Breathing through my nose, I manage to stifle my gag reflex. Tears track down my face as saliva drips down my chin—I must look a mess at this point as he uses my mouth for his pleasure at my invitation.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of mine the entire time, and I love watching him tense and the veins in his neck protrude because of what I’m doing to him. The power I feel with his dick in my mouth, on my knees, worshipping him is unfathomable. Never would I have thought that a woman in this position had the upper hand. Even though he’s holding my head in place, I know I can stop at any time and he won’t hold it against me.
“Swallow around my cock, Tesoro,” he pants.
I do as he requests, and I feel him swell and pulse. His eyelids lower and his mouth drops open. Using his grip on my hair, he tries to pull away, but I hold firm.
I want him to finish in my mouth.
I want to push him to the point of no return.
The way he did for me.
I want to taste him on my tongue.
I want to feel his warm cum sliding down my throat, so I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow hard on his shaft.
“Fuuuuck!”
The single word comes out as a low rumble as his hot, sticky cum fills my mouth and slides down my throat just the way I wanted. I didn’t anticipate how much there would be because he just came less than ten minutes ago, but … it’s a lot and I struggle to keep up and swallow it all down. I do my best, though, because I want to please him.
This man has made me feel like a woman … asexywoman after all these years.
This man gives so much of himself to everyone else daily, including me whenever we’re together.
He deserves the world, and I want to be the one to give it to him.
His grip loosens on my hair, and he carefully smooths it down, caressing the back of my head as I take my time to clean him. Licking and stroking his penis with my tongue until I’m satisfied he’s pristine.
Bending, he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I can taste myself on him, as I’m certain he can taste his essence on me. This entire experience has been so freaking sexy that I’m ready to go again. My libido is out of control; it was the same when we were on vacation, but I put it down to being relaxed and away from my regular life.
But I think … maybe it’sRoman.
I wonder if he’d mind if we skipped dinner and stayed in?
Pulling me up to him, he wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight, eliminating any space between us. I feel so at home wrapped in his embrace. So safe. I know I’m cared for in this space. That I’m wanted and desired, but I also feel cherished, worshipped, and valued. Conversation and emotional intimacy are as important to Roman as sexual intimacy. Another way we’re compatible.
He kisses my temple. “Thank you,” he whispers. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m grateful you did. Your mouth on me isalmostas good as being inside your pussy.” He brings his hands up to cup my face, tilting my head back. Using his thumbs, he wipes under my eyes, which must be an absolute disaster. “I messed up your hair and makeup, but I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.”
I can’t hold back my smile, my lips feeling tender.
With the way he’s looking at me, I feel like a catwalk model.
“Would you be upset if we stayed in tonight?” I’m hopeful he can see the benefit of staying in for the evening rather than going out. I slide the zipper of my dress down, exposing myside, and his hand moves down to caress my newly exposed skin.
Everywhere he touches, burns.
He slides his arm around my back, between the fabric and my skin, and I revel in the feel of his skin against mine. I need our clothes off so all of my skin can touch all of his, and I need it to happen right now.
