Page 69 of Along Came Amor
“Yes,” she whined. “I need it. Needyou.”
God, he loved to hear her say that.
He pushed her thighs farther apart, then buried his face in her sex. He loved the taste of her, the scent of her, the little noises she made as she unraveled. Every time they were together, he paid close attention to exactly which touches made her sigh, and which ones made her moan. Now, he brought all of that observation and practice to bear, in an effort to drive her wild.
First, he slid his tongue through her slit with one long lick, reacquainting himself with her taste. The strangled groan shemade was music to his ears, and he knew that, for now at least, she wasn’t thinking about anyone but him. With that victory in mind, he fastened his mouth to her clit and pleasured her like his life depended on it. Hard licks and soft nips, varied by unexpected suction followed by soothing strokes with his fingers. The angle was awkward but he didn’t fucking care, he didn’t care about anything except this woman, and showing her exactly what she meant to him in the only way she’d allow.
He’d meant to do this later, in his bed. But there was something more raw, more real, about pressing her against the beige slab of a door in an unused office with décor that could best be described as utilitarian. There were no reminders of wealth here. Nothing to distract from who they were.
Just Roman. Just Ava.
Notjust sex. This was so much more.
By the time he rose to his feet, she was panting and writhing, begging him for release. He’d kept her on the edge, knowing that if she came, her rational brain would kick in and she’d be back to saying they couldn’t be together.
He was determined to show her why they should be. Starting with this.
Opening his pants, he pulled his erection free and rolled a condom on. She was ready for him, wet and stretched by his mouth and fingers. When he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed, he slid right inside. The way she clamped down on him made him groan.
“Fuck, Ava.”
“Move in me.” She gasped out the words. “I need to feel you.”
How could he deny her? Roman grabbed her hips, thoselush curves he loved so much, and pulled her back against him with each thrust.
Thanks to the heels, she was at the perfect height for them to go hard and fast. Roman gave it to her with a desperation borne of his burgeoning feelings, and the fear from when she told him it was over. From the way she bucked against him and whinedyes, oh my god, yes, she was into it too.
He was getting close, so he licked his fingers and reached around to rub her clit. Already, he knew the pattern, rhythm, and speed to make her shatter. Sure enough, the second he touched her, her cries rose in pitch.
“Roman, please...”
“Anything you want, Ava. Anything.”
They weren’t just idle words uttered in the midst of lovemaking. He meant them. Anything that was in his power to give, he would give her. She only had to ask.
And he knew she never would.
Except for this. If worshiping her body with his was all she’d take from him, he’d make sure to give herexactlywhat she wanted.
She gripped his arm, as if to keep his hand between her legs. Her other hand fisted against the door. She was close.
“Come for me, mi cielo,” he whispered in her ear. His own climax was rapidly approaching, but he grit his teeth and held back. She came first, always.
Ava chanted a litany ofplease please pleaseand Roman bit his cheek to suppress a chuckle. Always so polite, even when he was buried to the hilt inside her. Then she let out a soft cry, like the orgasm had caught her by surprise. Her inner muscles clamping down on his cock brought on a climax that caughthimby surprise. He thrust against her hard, her gorgeous ass cushioning his pelvis. With his face tucked into her sweetly scented hair, he came with a guttural groan.
Ava’s eyes were closed, her cheek pressed to the flat metal door. Roman’s knees felt like they were going to give out, but he marshaled his strength and eased back from her, taking one last reverent look at her butt before he lowered her dress.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice rough and breathless.
“Better, I think.” She blinked like a baby owl. Satisfaction rushed through him as he took in her dazed expression.
He found a new box of tissues in the desk drawer and wrapped the condom up before tucking himself back into his pants. “Are you ready to talk about why you want to end this?”
Her dreamy expression hardened and she shook her head. “No. I meant it, Roman. My entire family knows who you are now. We can’t—” She huffed out an angry sigh. “This was the last time. I can’t do this anymore.”
Then she glanced at the door he’d just fucked her against, and her next words were wistful. “But I wish we could.”
With that, she yanked open the door and bolted from the room.
