Chapter 25 25
Roman's POV
I bent to press my mouth on the hollow just inside her hip, tracing my tongue across the skin, tasting a faint tinge of salt. Sweat. I was making her hot. Maybe next time, I'd use an ice cube to cool her off.
Still driving her mad with those soft strokes in the hollow just above her opening, I began to kiss my way up her body. I nibbled at her hip bone,
licked the indentation of her waist, detouring over to dip my tongue into her belly button.
She quivered beneath me, and when I glanced up, I found her eyes closed and her mouth shaking. That beautiful hair surrounded her like a halo, and her flushed face had never looked more lovely.
I continued kissing, stroking, tasting, until I reached her breasts. I licked the base of one, nibbled the top of the other, but didn’t go near her nipples.
She was still silent, but her hands dug at the sheets and her legs had gone a little stiff. “Do you want more?”
She nodded.
“Put your hands up onto the headboard and hold on.” She did as I commanded, gripping the slats.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Don’t let go. Hold on like you’re handcuffed there.”
An intake of breath told me I had shocked her. “You wouldn’t tie me up, would you?"
“As long as you hold on tight, I won’t have to.” She stared at me, wondering and assessing. Had I pushed too far?
Come on, Harmony Sinclair, give in. Trust me.
Finally, after an eternity, Harmony licked her lips. “I won’t let go, but if I do, use a scarf from the drawer over there. Your cuffs might damage the wood on my bed.”
Relieved, turned on, overwhelmed with excitement, and, honestly, proud of her for continuing to do something I knew she had never done before, I could only smile and nod. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were going to pay attention to my nipples.”
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe if you beg me to.” She didn’t even hesitate, her eyes dark and dreamy and her voice throbbing. “Please, Roman. I’m begging you, please suck my nipples. I need it, badly.”
I could tell that that was the first and last time she would ever beg me. So I immediately complied, relieving the tension for both of them, since I'd been just as desperate to taste her as she’d been to be tasted. I covered one tip and sucked it deeply into my mouth, tweaking her other breast, plucking, giving her a little pain that would only increase the pleasure.
She groaned and hissed and arched into me. Her hips thrust instinctively, and I knew she’d reached the point of near desperation. I couldn’t torture her, couldn’t ignore the raw need in her. Keeping my mouth on her breast, I moved my hand down, scraping the tip of my finger on her sensitive clit.
“Oh, God,” she cried. But she didn’t let go of the headboard.
I stroked her, teased her, building things ever higher. Wanting to watch her reach the heights, I stopped suckling her and lifted my head,
focusing on that perfect face, racked with pleasure that verged on agony, consumed by the fire I was building but unable to put it out.
How could I not give her what she wasn’t asking for?
I slid my hand lower, my fingertips gliding through the slick, feminine flesh. Finding her wet pussy, I thrust a finger into it. She bucked up, panting. I stroked, in and out, giving her another finger, increasing the pressure while still toying with her clit with my thumb.
She jerked and rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, losing herself to sensation. She was almost over the edge, but I wasn’t quite ready to let her go, so I pulled my fingers away.
“Are you kidding me?” she snarled.
“Wait until I can catch you.”
“I’m not falling.”
“You’re about to,” I promised, moving down between her splayed legs. I pushed them farther apart, draped one over my shoulder and gazed at that swollen, slick beauty. Bending to her, I covered her with my mouth and thrust my tongue deep, licking into her.
She screamed in shocked delight.
Ignoring her, I continued to make love to her with my tongue, only moving up to pay attention to her clit when I was sure she was on the verge of cumming. I sucked the pearly little button into my mouth, flicked it, toyed with it and fingered her again, bringing her higher. So very high, until we were both shaking with the intensity.
“Harmony?” I muttered against her pussy.
“What?”
“You can come now.” I put my mouth on her again, and she did as she was told. She climaxed so hard that her body shuddered. Her toes curled, her hands clenched the headboard, her skin shone with a rosy glow.
While she rode it out, looking the epitome of sensual woman, I got up and stripped out of the rest of my clothes. I grabbed a condom from the pocket of my pants (I had put it there this week, and was very glad to have followed the impulse.)
Harmony was still quivering, her gasps slowly turning into sighs, though her eyes remained closed. She was a limp, boneless heap. Her thighs were open, her breasts red and marked by my mouth.
She looked utterly wanton. And I had to be in her or I would die.
I moved back between her legs and her eyes flew open.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“I know.” I dropped my face to hers and caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, even as I pulled one of her legs up around my hip and opened her even wider for my ultimate possession. I nudged against her wet heat, my dick sinking between her folds and then into her tight, slick core.
Harmony wrapped around me, took me inch by inch, arched her hips up in welcome. And the deeper I went in, the more certain I was that I'd fallen and landed in heaven.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, nipping at my jaw, raking her nails down my back. I didn’t return to our game, didn’t tell her what to do. This was elemental and primal. Instinct and two-week olf sexual tension had taken us both over, and we were helpless to do anything but come together in a storm of need.
She tightened her leg around my hip, urging me deeper, and I was unable to resist driving all the way into her with a powerful thrust. I sank deep, and she let out a little gasp.
“Are you all right?”
“No,” she said, breathless and hoarse. “But I’m all messed up in the very best way.”
That didn’t make sense, but I understood it anyway. She had let down her guard, broken her own rules. Harmony Sinclair had opened up to me in every way she possibly could. Because of that trust, that confidence in me, I was sure she was savoring the same amazing, life-changing pleasure I was, as the two of us rocked and thrust, gave and took.
I was possessed by her, wanting to possess her back. I didn’t feel like I could ever get into her deeply enough, but I tried. Grabbing her leg, I pushed it higher until it draped over my shoulder,and she gasped as I claimed that much more of her.
We rocked hard, slaves to our own bodies. The tension spiraled out of control. She urged me on, groaning, begging, thrusting. Until finally, with that little back-of-the-throat cry I'd recognize for th
e rest of my life, she orgasmed again.
Which was enough to bring me right along with her.