“No.”
He moved to her ear, biting the lobe. “You put it on the tip of your nose,” he answered at the same time he touched the end to the tip of her nose. She flinched and tried to move away, but he pressed it on her once again. “The nose is just as sensitive, so if you can't handle it on the tip, it would be too strong down below.”
She seemed to take the next time a little better, probably because she knew what was coming, but she still squirmed, wanting him to get on with it. Roman decided to put her out of her misery, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her spread legs, working the vibrator inside her before turning up the speed. She writhed, moaning as he moved the toy for maximum effect. He took her hands and positioned them on the headboard. Her knuckles whitened against the slabs, her feet dug into the bed, trying to work the vibrator where she wanted it. He held her down, not wanting her to come.
“Let…me…come,” she begged between gasps, her teeth pressed so hard to her bottom lip she was going to draw blood. He reached up and pulled her bottom lip out of the grasp of her front teeth. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and he couldn’t resist the kiss if he tried. He kissed her for reassurance because he could no longer stare at the woman who’d handed herself to him and not touch her intimately. And not just with sex.
Everyone thought sex was intimate, and in some ways it was, but it was the connection that mattered. Knowing your body and soul belonged to someone else, however temporary, created a moment so heartbreakingly beautiful people spent their whole life chasing it. That wasn’t sex. Sex was hot bodies, slick words, and jumbling hands seeking pleasure anyway you could get it. It was heady and in some ways selfish. He wanted the connection he felt they had in the too-brief moments they’d touched, which scared him most of all. Wanting, needing her, and not having her.
He shook his head, alarmed where his thoughts were headed, and decided to finish her. He reached down, rubbing his finger against her clit, and the air crackled in anticipation.
“I’m…” She tried to speak but couldn’t, her head thrown back and her mouth falling open as she gasped. He watched her, not moving, riding out her orgasm before he turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. There were no words, the only sounds coming from her heavy breathing. He needed a minute; he was rock-hard and seeking relief, but unable to fuck her. She’d already gotten too close for comfort, but damned if he wasn’t going to shove his cock between those waiting lips. He repositioned her so she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. His hands went to his pants but she stopped him, putting her hands over his.
“Let me,” she whispered, feeling rather than seeing the front of his slacks. They got rid of his clothes and he sat down on the bed. She palmed his erection, giving it a couple of strokes. Putting her lips to the tip, she moaned before darting her tongue out to taste him. She ran her tongue down the length of him, playing with his sac while she did it, before taking him deep. She worked him in and out, her hands at his base, jerking him. Roman could do nothing but put his hands in her hair, holding her still while he fucked her mouth. He lay with his head back, stomach muscles quivering, unable to think straight.
“Alexandra,” he warned, letting her know he was close. He gripped her hair, calling her name again. She ignored him, continuing to massage his balls. Roman came on a groan, his eyes rolling back while he shot his load into her mouth. She continued to suck him until he softened before pulling him out with an audible pop.
The corner of her lips tipped up as she laid her head on his thigh, still blindfolded. Roman took it off to stare into her beautiful brown eyes which seemed to hold him captive. He pulled her up to kiss her, tasting himself, and felt his lax cock stir again. She stood over him, her hands buried in his hair while he deepened the kiss, their tongues dueling while he grabbed her hips and moved her onto the bed. He leaned over her, never breaking the kiss, laying her across the pillows.
“I want you,” she whispered when they broke the kiss.
“You have me,” he assured her, reaching into the bedside table for a condom. She took it from him, holding eye contact with him when she took the package and ripped it open before she rolled it over his erection. She leaned back while he guided his cock to her opening. He pushed the tip in and out, enough of a taste but not what she wanted.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, grunting when he pushed himself into her with no finesse.
“You like that?” He held still, knowing she wasn’t getting enough to make her come, but loving the torture. She took control, pushing his shoulders and rolling so she straddled him, buried to the hilt, laughing at his stunned face.
“I. Said. Fuck. Me,” she ordered between kisses, rubbing her hands down his body. Alexandra pressed on his chest, lifting herself up and down, obtaining the friction she craved. She’d found her sweet spot, if the sounds she was making were any indication, and Roman watched her, breasts bouncing as she ground herself on him. Unwilling to lay there any longer, he pulled up, his mouth covering her right breast, sucking one while he pinched the other between his fingers. Her nipple pebbled, and he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, his hands holding on to her hips as she continued her ministrations. He pulled her off him, arranging her so she was kneeling on the bed facing the headboard, her ass in the air. He rubbed her ass before slapping it. She hissed, her back arching like a cat, and tried to push back into him.
“Count.” She turned her head toward him, eyes sparkling, nodding before he slapped her again.
“One,” came out on a breathy moan.
“Louder.” The crack vibrated in the quiet room, the only other sound her panting.
“Two.” She moaned, her head dipping down toward the bed. “I…need…” she gasped out, but Roman acted like he didn’t hear. He repeated it three more times, kissing the red marks his hand made when he was done, not giving her any warning before he slammed into her.
She screamed his name, her profile so erotic he almost came from watching her. Roman reached up, grabbing her breasts while he plunged into her from behind. She flipped her head to the side and he took advantage, leaning forward to bite where her shoulder met her neck.
She came apart in his arms, would have fallen face first into the mattress if he wasn’t holding on to her. He soon followed, his release coming in hot spurts. She collapsed on the bed the minute he let go of her. He joined her, resting his head against the pillows and gripping her wrist, pulling her over so she could place her head on his shoulder, her breaths becoming deeper.
“Babe,” he whispered, kissing her lips as he rubbed her back, but she simply grunted in response.
“Alexandra,” he tried again, but she didn’t move. He ignored her, taking care of himself in the bathroom attached to the room.
The girl is a sleeper, he mused, coming back in the room to see her asleep on the bed. Again. It was enough to give him a complex, even though he knew she’d gotten off.
“I didn’t expect you to pass out on me. Again,” he told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She barely stirred, keeping her eyes closed. Sleeping wasn’t part of their agreement, but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb her. He did the only thing he felt he could and left her a note so she would call him when she woke and he could walk her out. She seemed restless when awake, so it was nice to see her take a minute and be still. He glanced at the clock, realizing he’d spent too long with her already, and kissed her forehead before he walked out the door, closing it so he wouldn’t disturb his own grown-up naughty version of sleeping beauty. He walked into his office, unsurprised to find his brother staring at the monitors.
“Can I help you?” he asked Quinn, who grinned wolfishly.
“Yeah, who’s the brunette you’ve been holed up in your room with for the past couple of hours?”
Possessiveness rose up in Roman. “She’s none of your business.”