Chapter 49 Pure art.
CHAPTER 49
Pure art.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
He pulls away from me, and I frown, confused.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He tells me carefully, brows furrowed.
I lean back, “You don’t want to do this?”
“I do. Of course, I do. You’re the prettiest woman in every room. I just don’t want to mess this up for you. Sex is often a big deal to most people.” He explains, rolling up his sleeves.
I try not to get distracted by his hands. “Is sex a big deal for you?”
“With you, it’ll be. We’re stuck together for the next two years and maybe more. I don’t want to make a mess of it.” He expresses himself calmly.
How is he so calm when he has lit a fire in me? I roll my eyes and close the gap between us. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. He meets me halfway, just as hungry as I am. He tilts my head back and slides his tongue into my mouth. I want this and more. He wraps his hand around my neck and holds me in place as he makes love to my mouth.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he pulls away from me reluctantly.
I smile at him; his cheeks are red, and his eyes are glazed over with lust. He wants me just as much as I do.
“Are you sure?” he frowns.
I nod, “I am. Are you?”
He nods and pulls off his shirt, blessing me with a view of his ripped abs.
“Come here,” he urges, and I move closer to him.
I turn around, shivering when he presses his lips against my shoulders. Slowly, he unzips my dress. My heart is pounding as the dress falls to the ground. Goosebumps break over my skin immediately. It takes me a moment to turn around, but I do, showing him all of me. This is a significant step, something I’ve never done with anyone before. Sex has always been an instrument, an avenue, but tonight, it’s going to be something right.
“You’re art, Scarlett. Pure art.” He groans out, then drags down his slacks.
We stand there, almost naked. I watch as something clouds over his face. He reaches for me and leads me to the queen-sized bed. There, he cups my face and kisses me. He urges me on, so I straddle him. I can feel him beneath me, hard and throbbing. I want him to split me open on his cock.
He grabs on to my boobs, kissing my neck, before taking them in his mouth.
I gasp at the sudden sensation and arch my back immediately.
He takes his time with my breast, sucking, nibbling, biting. He flips me over, presses me against the soft bed and drags his tongue down. My panties are slick and damp. He presses his finger on my clit through the soiled fabric. I jerk with a cry. I’m so sensitive and hungry.
He is intentional and focused as he slides between my legs.
He drags down the panties and throws them somewhere.
Then, he brings my bare cunt closer to his face. My blood thrums with anticipation.
He starts slow, licking a path to my cunt, then he shoves his tongue in, and I moan, loud.
He holds me steady, wrapping his arms around my hip and keeping me firmly close to him.
He eats me out, diving in fully. He nibbles on my lower lip, then sucks my clit hard, thrusts his tongue in, then does it all over again. He reaches up for my breast, squeezing hard as he eats me out. He eats me out like a starving man, and holds my trembling legs, then he takes it to a whole other dimension when he slides two fingers in.
I come immediately.
I scream his name as I come hard, harder than ever.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He groans, looking at me.
Still panting, I beg, “Fuck me, now.”
His gaze darkens, and he nods. He pulls out his stiff cock from his panties and presses the swollen tip against my cunt. He doesn’t push in. He teases me, and I can’t take it anymore. I wraith hungry, his name falling from my lips in a silent cry.
He leans closer, rests one arm beside my head, nudges my left knee, and tilts my ass up.
Then, slowly, he feeds his cock into me.
I gasp and shiver as I am filled with his fullness. My body makes way for more and more of him. He groans, which makes me wetter, and then, he bottoms out, giving me all of him.
My body is so sensitive. My cunt ripples against his cock. His whole body trembles as he tries to hold back. I can’t hold back. I don’t want to. He’s in me for the first time, and that makes me come, hard, again.
I scream, eyes watering as I come, clenching around him tightly.
He pulls out of me immediately, and I’m hit by his absence.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” He grunts, wiping away sweat from his forehead.
He closes the distance between us again. This time, I straddle him and slowly impale myself on his fat dick. We’re both groaning and moaning as I take all of him in me. He controls the pace, pushing into me slowly, holding me down, and forcing me to take what he’s giving me. I want him faster and harder, but he’s savouring the moment, making me feel every fucking vein.
Somehow, his restraint slowly pushes me over the edge.
I cry loudly, “Roman.”
I don’t think of tomorrow, of what will happen when he finds out what I’ve done. I focus on his hand around my throat, his cock in me, and his teeth on my shoulder.
I focus on the power of his thrust, on how he’s in me so deep, bruising my cervix. I focus on how he cuts off my airflow with every punishing thrust. I focus on him, on him all the time.
Then, he sits me firmly on his cock, pushing the fullness into him. There’s no space between us. I have so much of his cock in me. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t let me move. I start crying from the overstimulation, and he licks away my tears. He can be so much crueler but he’s been soft for me, holding back.
He reaches down and presses his thumb against my swollen clit.
“Roman,” I whimper, hot tears spilling from my eyes.
He kisses me, biting my tongue, my lips, everything. He presses down hard on my clit, and I clench tightly around him.
Then, we cum hard together.
Everything has changed, and we can never go back.