her, needed her on a level that was foreign, but still relevant. He undid the buckle of his belt, slipped the clasp of his slacks free, and pushed the zipper down. His dick throbbed, his own breathing increasing.
The scent of her lust permeated the air as he inhaled deeply, taking in every nuance that was her. Her moans grew louder as her fingers worked between her legs, the other hand pushing the cup of the bra aside and toying with a turgid nipple.
Rome gripped his shaft, stroking its length as he continued to watch her, pumping into his own hand as she was thrusting her fingers into herself. He wanted to see her, wanted her completely naked as he watched her pleasure herself. Then he wanted to get inside her, to plunge his length into the sweet depths of her core.
With those thoughts floating through his mind and with his hunger growing to the point of no return, he looked back to her face and groaned as he saw she was now watching him.
Hazel eyes flecked with golden highlights stared back at him. Their gazes locked, silent communication humming between them. Rome tore his shirt off, pushed his slacks and boxers down his legs, stepped out of his shoes, and stood before her naked. With a hand returning to his thick length he touched a finger to the weeping tip then extended his arm, tapping the damp fingertip to her lip. She moaned, her tongue quickly coming out to stroke the pad of his finger, to lick away his essence.
Rising up from the pillows, Kalina pulled her shirt over her head then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. When she looked up at him again it was with a hunger he’d always sensed in her. She looked different, her eyes glistening with need, her lips wet and parted as she panted with desire.
When she reached for him, he stepped closer to the bed. Her head lowered, nimble fingers wrapping around the base of his dick, applying the slightest amount of pressure. He thrust forward lightly and her tongue extended, licked the tiny bead of arousal at the tip of him. With small enticing circular motions, her tongue bathed the head.
His hands went to the sides of her face, thumbs rubbing along the smoothness of her skin.
“Take me deep,” he whispered through clenched teeth, his entire body tensing with expectation.
This was what he craved, what he desired from her so desperately. Her touch, her mouth on him, her closeness, her need. The room grew hotter as her mouth opened wider, sliding slowly down the length of his dick.
“Fuck yes!” he roared, his head falling back as she sucked harder, pulled back so that only the tip rested against her tongue, then sank down again for another taste. “Suck me hard, baby. Suck me long and hard.”
She obliged, with her fingers slipping back to massage his sack, her mouth working slowly, tortuously over his length. He gripped her head as he began slow movements, fucking her mouth slowly, deliciously.
“I’ve dreamed of this, of your mouth on my dick. Fuck, it feels so good. So damn good.”
A little groan escaped her and Rome’s cat roared. It craved, desired, needed, just as much as Rome did.
He looked down, saw her lips wrapped around the darker skin of his arousal, and almost came right in her mouth. Entrancing eyes looked up at him even as her tongue continued to stroke him.
“You like to arouse me. You want me hard and panting for you, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer but pulled him into the deep recesses of her mouth again, until his teeth clenched, his balls burned.
He rotated his hips, moved in correlation with the up–down motion of her mouth, his fingers gripping the short locks of her hair.
“Show me how hungry you are, baby. Suck me like you want me. Like you’ve always wanted me and nobody else.”
She moaned over his length, her teeth scraping over the engorged crest. He watched her lips, watched her tongue, and felt himself sinking.
“More, more. Take all of me. Suck all of me.”
Her lips were wet, her breathing ragged as she took all his length in and out of her mouth, letting his tip rest at the base of her throat, her fingers rolling his tightened balls with erotic bliss.
“Harder. Deeper,” he yelled, feeling the heated streams of his release bursting to the surface. “No going back,” he said tightly. “No pulling out. Take me. Take … all … of … me.”
There was a second’s hesitation and he touched a finger right next to her lips. “All of me, baby. Just for you,” he whispered as she looked up at him, something in her eyes relaying her uncertainty. “Trust me,” he said.
He didn’t know why he’d offered her his trust; he’d never done it before with any other woman. But she wasn’t any other woman. She wasn’t any other fuck he’d had in his life. This was why he had to protect her, would give his life to keep her safe. This was what she meant to him. Even though he couldn’t find a word to describe it, Rome sensed it with every fiber of his being.
She deep-throated him again just as the first pulsating spurts were pulled from him. He watched her swallow without qualm, watched her take every drop of him while keeping her gaze locked with his.
“My turn,” he growled seconds later, pushing her back onto the bed and stripping her pants and panties from her in one smooth motion.
He wanted to taste her, needed to feel the slick folds of her vagina beneath his tongue. Pushing her legs open wide, he moved between them, using his fingers to spread her open, his tongue to delve quickly inside.
A roar rumbled in his chest as the sweet honeyed flavor of her essence seeped into his mouth. He licked her long and slow, from the back to the front, loving the way her thighs trembled around him.
“Sweet,” he whispered over her damp flesh. “So fucking sweet.”
Kalina gripped the sheets beneath her, lifting her bottom, pressing her center toward him for deeper penetration. She licked her lips, still craving his taste, wanting more of him, more of this intense flavor.
His tongue moved along her center, touching every nerve, every sweet spot she ever knew she had then finding some of its own. When his tongue speared into her core while a finger pressed against her tightened rear entrance, she screamed.
A sound escaped she’d never known could come from her own lips, from deep within her soul. The pleasure was so intense she felt it in every limb of her body. He continued to thrust his tongue inside her, all the while his finger applying more pressure to her bottom. Her body shook and shivered, and she creamed into his mouth.
For a moment she was embarrassed by the quick intensity of her release, but then she reveled in the new sensations rippling through her body.
“I want you now!” he roared, rising above her, lifting her hips, and positioning her wetness against the head of his throbbing dick. Panic seared through her as she remembered his size, remembered the stretching of her lips over his girth.
“Wait,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Now!”
The tip was already pressing against her core, heat radiating from the contact.
She wanted him, felt empowered by the desire in his dark eyes, the ragged arousal she could hear in his voice. But it had been a long time for her, longer than she cared to admit and her heart thumped loudly at the prospect.
“I…,” she panted, trying to talk between his motions and her own rapid heartbeat. “It’s … ah … it’s been … I need—”
“I need you,” he said, going still over her.
The way he looked down at her, his dark eyes seemed to say much more than the three words he’d just muttered. He was asking her, begging for permission to proceed because he’d ceased all movement.
She could attempt to deny that she needed him, too. As strange as all this seemed she could actually close her legs, get up, and walk out of here—and he would let her. That was the type of man he was. She sensed that about him.
Or she could continue, she could let her body rule for once, let her mind and the thoughts she’d been harboring take control. She wanted him, desperately. The pulsating in her center and the dampness of her folds could attest to that. Her nipples ached from need and when she swallowed, the taste of him massaged something on the inside, pushed and made room for his presence on a level she hadn’t known existed.
“It’s been a while for me,” she finally admitted.
He leaned forward, whispered over her lips just before kissing her. “You’re beautiful.”
