Chapter 83

"Ah!" I cried as I felt his grith press against my walls as he buried his length inside of me to the hilt.

"Fuck... I forgot how good you feel." He whispered. His hips jerked when he began thrusting in and out slowly, filling me up with the most delicious sensation. His hips rolled against mine as he picked up the pace and my hands found their way into his hair.

"Roman.... Roman...." Was all I could moan. I knew he still felt nervous about the whole sex thing with it only being his second time by how careful he was being, but he seemed to have the hang of it far more this time. The feeling was incredible as he pounded into me, my whole body was glowing with complete pleasure pulsing through every vein like a drug.

"Go to the bed." I panted, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips.

"Huh?"

"The... bed...." I begged between moans. He moved away from the door and sat on the edge of my bed. Now I had the control. I bounce up and down his cock, his balls slapping against my ass and I found it to be the most delicious sound. The look on his face was one I could think about forever; mouth gaped, eyebrows furrowed together, tendons sticking out of his neck, eyes swimming in deep pools of euphoria.

"Ah, yes!" I moaned as I began grinding. "Yes, yes, yes..." I pushed him down so his back hit the mattress, but he pulled me down with him. I grinded harder as my hair created a sheath over our faces. He pushed the locks back and held them at the nape of my neck. 

"You feel so fucking good." He praised. Holding me there, one of his hands fell down between us and rubbed small circles around my clit with his thumb.

"Fuck... ah, Roman!" I cried feeling the heavenly sensation heighten.

"Does that feel good?" his voice deepened. Fuck, that was the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. I nodded furiously, biting my lip to try and told off my moans.

"I want to hear you, Sienna." He commanded. 

I let go of my lip yet as I did, a loud, sobbing cry escaped, and I could see the satisfied dominance seeping through his features.

"Good girl." He smirked and pressed his thumb harder on my clit.

"Roman... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.... Ah!" I felt the wave of my climax wash over me in constant crashes of euphoria. He held my hips down and pounded into my harder. I braced my hands back on his thighs as my breasts bounced up and down at the fast, harrowing pace. He cried my name a final time and climaxed the hardest I'd seen him yet.

After recovery had set in, I fell back down onto him, feeling him turn soft inside of me. 

"That was fun." I sighed into his chest. I felt the chuckle vibrate in his chest as a hand came up to stroke my hair. "Now I need to pee." I groaned in his chest. For fuck's sake, I wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep so badly. Roman laughed and lifted me off him and I pulled on a hoodie I left hanging on my desk chair before running to the bathroom.

The soreness between my legs returned once again as I limped over to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile. My lips were red and swollen, my face crimson at the cheeks but glowing in a way I hadn't seen before, and my hair was an utter mess but I loved it. I loved this look, I loved this feeling. I was happy — giddy — and no matter what, I couldn't stop it.

When I returned, Roman was standing in his boxers, admiring something on my desk. My eyes were immediately drawn to the muscles on his back contracting as he took each breath. I wondered what he was looking at, what piqued his interest.

"Snooping, huh?" I finally spoke and he turned around to meet my gaze.

"Just looking." He replied simply before holding something up in his hand. "Is this you?" he held up a picture. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Why didn't I take that picture down? It was of me in 1st Grade at the local beach wearing a bright yellow swimsuit, giving a gap-toothed smile whilst holding bucket of seaweed.

"Um... you weren't supposed to see that." I rushed over and snatched the picture out of his hands, chuckling nervously.

"I think it's cute." He argued.

"Yeah, but it's embarrassing." I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled.

"I've liked seeing a lot of embarrassed Sienna today."

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, but he snatched the picture out of my hands to admire it. "Hey, no! Give that back!" I tried to jump up and grab it. Damn him and his stupidly tall height. Roman backed away with a smirk glued to his lips.

"Hmm, nope. You know, I might take a photo of this and ask the school yearbook to –" I tackled him to the bed before he could continue.

"Give that back!" I demanded.

"Try me." He challenged. I climbed on top of him and reached for it as he outstretched his arm.

"You little shit!"

"I think we've established that I'm not very little in many departments, Sienna." He smugly retorted. I gasped at the confidence move and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Okay, okay!" he laughed, "Here." He offered the picture. I sharply snatched it back and hid it in my bedside drawer.

"You're starting to get a little too confident now, nerd-boy." I shot at him. He only smiled and sat up to meet me, pulling my hips so my legs wrapped around his torso.

"Am I now?" he whispered and gently placed his lips on mine in a long, calming kiss.

"Mm hmm." I mumbled when he pulled away. "Very." I felt his hands play with the hoodie covering my naked body, rubbing the soft material between his rough fingers.

"This is mine." He stated. I looked down to see myself wearing the red hoodie he bought from the thrift shop, the one he gave me to wear the night of the storm.

 "I could imagine the hoodie on you. That's why I went back and bought it."

It was something he said in the dead of night whilst I was sleeping but I still heard it, and I didn't know whether my mind made it up or not. I couldn't tell but I didn't want to ask in case he didn't and further humiliated myself.

"D'you want it back?" I asked. Please say no.

"I like it better on you. I like you in red." I didn't wear red very often, only on the odd occasion, but, for some reason, my mind flicked back to every interaction Roman and I have had in an attempt to remember if I wore red that day or not. 

"Can we do something tomorrow?" his words cut me out of my thoughts and my eyes flickered up to meet his soothing gaze.

"Like what?" I raised a brow and asked sceptically.

"Well..." he wrapped his arms around me and pulled us both down to the bed, so I laid on top of him. "You know how we've had a 'Sienna Day'." I nodded vaguely. "I want to have a 'Roman Day'."