Chapter 78 78
Roman's Pov
Maisie tasted like remnants of tequila and lime, and I wanted to drink it all away.
“You've been drinking?” I murmured against her lips.
“Emma insisted we take tequila shots.” She giggled.
I picked her up and held her in my arms again, kicking the door to my bedroom closed as quietly as possible. I could not risk anyone waking up to find us tangled around each other. And it didn’t help that through every parted kiss she looked into my eyes with stars in hers. Not the kind of stars that made her look starstruck but the kind that held burning adoration and desire. The kind that made me feel wanted. Needed.
“I cannot pull away from you,” I breathed on her lips.
“Don’t,” she murmured. She sat up. “Unzip the back of my dress.”
I nodded, and she wasted no time flipping over so she could perch on her knees. Her ass was perfect. I wanted to rub it, caress it, kiss it. But instead, I focused on her zipper, pulling it down until it stopped. I helped her take the dress off, and it slipped over the edge of the bed and hit the floor with a gentle woosh.
She turned back over and faced me in a red lace bra and matching panties. Her body was incredible, slender yet thick. Satiny skin that I wanted to kiss every inch of.
“Fuck . . .” I rasped, sliding my palms up her thighs. “You’re so beautiful, Maisie.”
She grinned.
I could not believe she wore this on a date. Matching lingerie? She was expecting to have sex with me.
I frowned as her mouth grazed my throat. She carried her kisses up, going over my jaw and then my cheek. Then she paused and looked into my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, searching my face for answers of her own.
I shook my head. “It is nothing.” I tried kissing her again, hoping to rinse away my stupid feelings, but she caught my face before I could place my lips on hers.
“Roman.” She studied all the features of my face. “What’s wrong?”
“The sheer thought of you and Xavier in the same room irritates me more than it should have. You're mine.” I growled. I saw no point in lying.
“I told you,” she cupped my face. “I never let him touch me. We don't even sleep in the same bed.”
I balanced myself on my hands, studying the smoothness of her body, that flat belly and those thick thighs. “But still… I did not want him to have you. I do not want anyone to have you but me.”
“You don't have to worry about that. It’ll always be me and you.” She pushed my shorts and boxers down, then cupped my dick in her hand. I groaned as she stroked it, making me grow harder than I was before. Damn, her hands were so soft and perfect.
“I know,” I mumbled on her lips.
“Prove it, then.” She tipped her chin to thrust her tongue into my mouth and then broke the kiss. “Prove that you want me.”
Her words were more than enough to fuel me.
I tucked my fingers under the straps of her panties and removed them. She slid to the top of the bed, resting on the pillows, and I climbed up, settling my face between her legs. The heat of her pussy radiated on my face. She smelled good. Clean. Fuck.
“Are you sure you want me to prove it to you?”
“Roman,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to think about it right now. I just . . . I need it. I need you. Please.”
“Okay.” I tucked my hands under her thighs and hauled her closer, hoisting her hips up as I rested on my knees.
She gasped, then sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she watched me with excited eyes. I lowered my mouth and spread my lips to bury my tongue in her pussy.
Her next gasp was sharp, piercing straight through the air. Out of instinct, her body bucked from the shock, but I did not let go. I looked down at her as I feasted, lapping my tongue around her clit before plunging it inside her.
I wanted to taste her. All of her. I had been dying for who knows how long now, and I knew it was wrong. I had been trying desperately hard to deny how much I wanted her, for the sake of her position and mine. But on this particular night, all those morals went out the window. I told myself it would be just for the night. Only tonight and never again.
“Oh my gosh, Javier,” she panted, cupping her lace-clad tits as I swirled my tongue in loops.
I kissed her clit, suckled on it, staring into her eyes as she stared right back at me. Then I lapped my tongue faster over her swelling ball of nerves. It did not take long for those brown eyes of hers to roll to the back of her head and for a squeal to burst out of her.
I lowered her hips as she came, finishing her off with slow, tender licks. She panted raggedly, clutching a handful of my hair and grinding her pussy on my tongue to soak up every second of it.
Then, finally, she released me.
“Do I need to keep proving myself?” I asked.
“Yes, please.” The words came out half in a moan. I climbed up her body and found her mouth, kissing her deeply. I gave her the chance to taste herself before snatching my mouth away and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
The last time we had sex was nearly three weeks ago. If there was a meter for my level of horniness, I’d have broken right through it. I was not about to let this night end without both of us being satisfied.
I rolled the condom on as she unclasped her bra from behind and removed it. Just as I thought, her breasts were perfect. Pink nipples at a delightful peak. Full enough to fill my hands. I leaned down to suck on them as I slowly stroked my dick.
“Damn, Maisie,” I groaned around her nipple. “This is crazy.”
“I know.” She clutched my hips while tilting hers, eager for me to enter her.
Gripping the base of my dick, I pressed the head at her entrance. I could already feel her warmth and was so ready for it to suck me in and coat me.
She held on to my hips, guiding me deeper as she gazed into my eyes. She had no idea how much that action turned me on—proving that she wanted this just as much as I did. My dick spasmed in my palm as I thrust in another inch. And then another.
With each one, our mouths parted, as if this feeling were unreal. As if nothing could feel better than this. Another inch in, and that was half my dick. She moaned, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. I could not hold back any longer. I pushed all the way in, and a massive groan left me as she cried out in bliss.
“Do you feel that?” My voice was a rumble in her ear. “You are mine, mi amor.”
“Tell me again,” she pleaded through quicker breaths.
“You are mine, mi amor.”
“Oh, Goddess.”
I pushed one of her thighs up, willing myself to go deeper. She whimpered.
“Fuck, Maisie.” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
“And you feel so big,” she said.
I began to thrust, planting one elbow outside her head, then lowering my face to taste her lips again. She fed into each thrust, taking them as I delivered, matching my rhythm. My dick was so hard I could not think about anything else but coming. This woman was consuming me in every way and causing me to lose control.
I managed to get on my knees and guided her legs up so her feet were on my shoulders. The side of her foot grazed my cheek, and I kissed it before lowering my mouth to her ankle.
She seemed to like that. She gazed at me, as if she wanted me to do it again. So I did. I kissed the side of her soft foot, the delicate ball of her ankle.
“You’re too good at this,” she sighed. Reaching up, she gripped my face in her hands and brought me down so we could kiss again.
A guttural groan filled my throat as she closed her legs around my waist, forcing me deeper.
“Aye.” I dropped my head to kiss her throat, suck on the bend. My hand palmed one of her tits as I slammed into her. “You are everything.”
“Oh,” she moaned, back arching. I could feel my pelvis rubbing against her, building her up. “I’m gonna come again.”
Seeing her become riled up, watching her chest rise and fall, and hearing her breaths grow labored as she neared climax made me swell inside her.
I cupped her mouth as she cried out in ecstasy.
“Shh, amor,” I whispered, planting a kiss on the apple of her cheek.
She moaned behind my hand, nodding obediently and that did something to me. It made me want to hear her react uncontrollably again.
I continued triggering her G-spot, stroking exactly as I had before. Her eyes rolled back, and she clutched her breasts. She threw her head back as she came for the second time that night . . . and I could no longer hold back.
I was already on the brink, and when she let go, so did I. I slammed into her several times before a ferocious groan filled the hollow corners of my room.
So much for being quiet.
“Fuck, Maisie. Fuck.” Groaning, I clutched her upper arm and burrowed deeper, wanting to stay inside her warmth forever. My orgasm was strong enough to make me collapse on top of her and throb as I continued my release into the condom.
Buried deep inside her, with the side of my face resting between her breasts, I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I listened to her pounding heart, her erratic breaths coursing through her lungs.
“That was . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“Yeah.” It was all I could muster.
Sluggishly, I pulled out of her, my condom heavy. I studied her a moment before getting off the bed and making my way to the bathroom to toss the condom into the trash bin and clean myself up. Then I grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and carried it to the room.
“Should I . . .” I hesitated as I held the washcloth, debating whether I should help her clean up or just leave her to it.
She smiled, eyes soft and understanding. “Yeah.”
I wiped the come away, being thorough and making sure I caught it all.
Once she was all clean, she smiled again and said, “Thank you.”
I nodded, searching for my shorts while she climbed off the bed to look for her bra and panties. She put neither of them on, but she did slip back into her dress. She didn’t bother zipping it, though. She stared at me, the hunger still in her eyes.
“Maisie?”
“Again. I need this again.”
In record time, we reached for each other again and didn't stop till morning.