“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.”
The kiss was sweet, his tongue delving deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and let her tongue duel with his. It was slow and desperate, vicious need enfolding in this simple act.
“I would never hurt you,” he said, pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. “Never. Trust me?”
Kalina didn’t know why, but she did. With everything swarming around inside her, she did trust him. “I do.”
With her words he pressed gently into her, his tip pushing deeper into her core. She hissed, took a deep breath.
“Just relax. Take me as slow as you like.”
She did as he told, relaxed her body into the firmness of the mattress, letting the feel of him inching inside her come slowly. He pushed a little, she accepted more. She shifted, opening her legs wider, lifting her bottom just a fraction.
“Just like that,” he moaned, his warm breath whispering over the sensitive skin of her neck.
He felt big, his muscled body heavy but pleasant on top of her. He stretched her, with slow easy strokes, and pushed his way inside her body. And her soul.
There’d been something about him; she’d felt it from the day she’d met him in his office. The moment she’d walked out and let the office door close behind her she’d known it instinctively. They were connected, not by any criminal case or a fake job with his company. There was something more. There was this.
Her arms tightened around him as she buried her face in his shoulder, let her lips and tongue roam over the sensual taste of his skin. That alone was intoxicating, the way he tasted to her. She licked him again, remembered the taste of his arousal in her mouth, along her tongue. It was distinctive, a flavor unlike anything she’d ever known. It caressed something inside her, called to an inner feeling she’d long denied.
When he moved above her, pulling out slightly then sinking what felt like his entire length inside her, some foreign sound escaped her. He responded to that sound, or at least she believed he did, with a guttural groan and began to pump with intentional strokes.
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist. He reached behind them, locked her legs together at the ankles, then thrust deeper.