Explore The Bedroom
Chapter 191: Explore The Bedroom
Savannah
I didn’t waste time once we had privacy. I shed my panties, letting it drop to the floor as l faced Roman, my fingers already working the buttons of my dress. The fabric parted, revealing the lace cups of my bra, my nipples already pebbled with anticipation.
“You’re thinking too much. Let me help with that.” I murmured, my voice a sultry purr as I stepped closer, my hips swaying with deliberate seduction. Roman exhaled sharply, his dark eyes flickering over me with a hunger that had been simmering since we left the car.
He didn’t argue. He never did when I gave him that look—the one that promised distraction, release, the kind of oblivion only I could give him.
“Then distract me, my love.” He said, legs spread.
Before he could react, I was in his lap, straddling him, my dress riding up my thighs. The heat of my pussy pressed against the stiff length of his cock through his trousers, the friction maddening.
Roman groaned, his hands gripping my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I rocked against him, my breath hitching. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, the sound swallowed by the plane’s steady rumble.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I reached between us, deftly unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the enclosed space. I slowly dragged down his zipper and stuck my hand down his boxers.
His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I bit my lip, my eyes darkening as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking him once, twice, before positioning him at my entrance. I was soaked, my folds slick and swollen, the heat of my arousal radiating against his tip.
Roman’s breath hitched as I sank down, swallowing him inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, my walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper until he was fully sheathed inside me.
A shudder ran through me, my nails raking over his shoulders as I settled into his lap, my thighs trembling. “God, that feels so fucking good,” I whispered, voice trembling, my hips already beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles.
The plane’s vibration intensified, the hum of the engines syncing with the rhythm of my grinding.
Roman’s hands slid up my back, gripping the roots of my hair, tilting my head back so he could capture my mouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues clashed, wet and desperate, as I rode him, my pace steady at first, my hips rolling in a way that made his cock drag against my G-spot with every downward press.
The sensation sent sparks through me, my moans spilling into his mouth, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I broke the kiss, my lips swollen, my eyes locked onto his with a ferocity that made his pulse spike. “Look at me,” I demanded, my voice low.
Roman obeyed, his gaze glued to mine as I braced my hands on his shoulders and lifted myself almost all the way off before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt. A choked cry tore from my throat, my pussy fluttering around him, the slick sounds of our fucking filled the cabin.
“Fuck, just like that,” Roman groaned, his hands dropping to my ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he helped guide my movements. The plane tilted, the sudden movement pressing me harder against him, my breasts crushed to his chest.
I could feel his heartbeat, wild and erratic, matching the frantic pace of my hips. The change sent a rush of blood to my head, my vision swimming for a second before the sensation sharpened, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
I arched my back, breaking our chest-to-chest contact just enough to fist the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. “Fuck, I'll never get over this feeling. Ever.” I moaned as he dragged his mouth to my chest.
Roman didn’t hesitate as he yanked down the cup of my bra, freeing one pert breast, his lips sealing around my nipple with a hungry growl. The wet heat of his mouth sent a jolt straight to my clit, my hips stuttering as I ground down harder, my pussy gripping him like a vise.
“Oh god—yes. Yes, like that,” I gasped, my free hand flying to my other breast, pinching my nipple between my fingers as Roman lavished attention on the first, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing just enough to send sharp spikes of pleasure-pain through me. The dual sensations had me whimpering, my thighs trembling as I rode him faster, my ass slapping against his thighs with every downward thrust.
“Oh God.” I whimpered, tightening my fingers in his hair.
Roman’s cock throbbed inside me, the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight. He released my nipple with a wet pop, his breath ragged as he looked up at me, his dark eyes burning with need. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hands tightening on my ass as he thrust up to meet me, his hips lifting off the seat.
The change in angle sent him even deeper, the head of his cock pressing against my cervix, the stretch bordering on too much—but I loved it, craved the way he filled me so completely.
“Oh fuck!” My moans turned desperate, my nails digging into his scalp as I bounced on his cock, my tits jiggling with every movement, my skin slick with sweat.
The plane’s gentle rocking only heightened the sensation, the vibration of the engines humming through my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m gonna come,” I panted, my voice breaking, my pussy clenching around him in warning.
Roman’s grip on my ass turned bruising, his fingers spreading my cheeks as he thrust up harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Do it,” he growled, his voice a dark command. “Come on my cock, baby. Milk me dry.”
That was all it took. My back bowed, a keening cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy rippling around him, my juices gushing over his shaft.
The sensation sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing as he buried himself to the hilt, his cum shooting deep inside me in thick, hot spurts. I could feel it, the way he filled me, his release triggering another wave of my own, my body shuddering as I collapsed against him, my forehead pressed to his.
We stayed like that, breathless and trembling, our hearts pounding in sync, the only sound heard was the ragged gasps between us and the steady hum of the plane cruising at altitude.
Roman’s hands stroked up and down my back, soothing now, his cock still twitching inside me as the last of his cum dripped from my cunt. I nuzzled against his neck, my lips brushing his pulse point, my body boneless and sated.
“Better?” I murmured, a smug smile tugging at my lips as I finally lifted my head to meet his gaze.
Roman exhaled a rough laugh, his hands cupping my face as he pulled me in for a slow, deep kiss. “Always,” he admitted, his voice husky, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Now let's explore the bedroom, shall we?”
I laughed. “Why not?”
Outside the window, the lights of Philadelphia faded into the distance, but neither of us cared. Right now, the world could wait.