He smirked. “You ready, baby, or you need me to help with that?”
If help meant his dexterous fingers finally finding their way inside me, then yes, I absolutely wanted help. But I didn’t need it. I was more than wet and completely ready. And, judging by the glint in his smoky eyes, he wasn’t just going to watch me ride him.
I knew that look well, and I was usually naked before he ever touched me whenever he wore it. He was going to take me from the bottom after he drove me to sheer insanity with his thumb at my clit.
It was one of his favorite ways to fuck me.
But it was my absolute favorite of all.
Because of this, I did not delay in standing, rolling up to my toes, ghosting my lips across his, and confirming, “I’m ready.”
The side of his mouth hiked as he released the back of my hair and gave the bed a chin lift.
I followed his unspoken order and climbed up, watching him step out of his jeans and then prowl up after me.
He didn’t touch me as he passed, but I shivered all the same as he settled his muscular body with his back to the headboard. My core clenched as he wrapped his large hand around his cock and gave it a firm stroke.
His gaze lifted to mine, his eyes so dark that they were barely recognizable. “Gotta say I love the way you’re looking at me, but all I’ve had is my hand for the last few years. I’m gonna need you to get your ass over here, climb on top, and give me that pussy.”
He did not have to tell me twice.
I moved at near pissed-off-Roman-Leblanc speeds (but not quite) and did exactly as he’d said. I climbed onto his lap, lined us up, and slowly sank down on his cock.
We both bit a curse back when I took him to the hilt. One of his hands went to my ass and rocked me back and forth as if he were trying to make sure I’d taken every last millimeter of him. It was not a hardship because my clit found much-needed friction on his stomach.
I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and ground down harder.
His hands found my breasts and began kneading and plucking as I glided up and down his length.
I set my pace and stuck with it even as his hands became frenzied.
“Find it, Lis,” he growled.
I moaned an unintelligible response, leisurely enjoying the hunt.
Suddenly, his hips thrust up, slamming in deep and snatching my orgasm before I could even prepare.
“Roman,” I cried, my body shaking as my release tore through me. My hands flew to his pecs for balance, but just as quickly, his arms folded around me, holding me still as he drove up inside me.
It wasn’t his usual MO, but it was no less amazing. Thrust after thrust, his strong arms held me to his chest as he fucked me hard and fast. It was feral, and had it been any other man in the world, it would have been punishing.
But it was Roman, and he was back.
He was mine.
And I had always been his.
No one else.
I clung to his shoulders, biting and sucking up and down his neck as he bucked beneath me, slamming in deeper.
It didn’t take long before another orgasm started to build, my entire body going tense as it rose within me.
“You gonna give me another one?” he asked on a pant.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then hurry up,” he ordered, driving back in.
As though I had a choice.
And I really didn’t have a choice as he bottomed out inside me and circled his hips in an overwhelming combination I couldn’t fight.
With my face buried in his neck, I let go and came apart in his arms.
He held me tight, gliding in and out for a few more strokes before he let go, too.
“Fuck, Lis,” he hissed, his cock jerking as he emptied inside me.
I’d had sex with Roman more times than I could count, but never once had I felt like I’d lost a piece of myself in the process.
I was scared he couldn’t say the same, because as I collapsed on his chest, his arms slack at his side, I knew with an absolute certainty I’d taken a piece of Roman Leblanc, and it filled me in immeasurable ways.
Something had broken between us.
But, in the process, something had also been repaired.
Never in all of our years together had I taken Elisabeth so savagely. With the exception of having her hair pulled, she was a slow-build kind of girl. But it had been too long without her—I couldn’t keep myself in check. She didn’t complain though, and as her body sagged on my chest, sated and spent, I didn’t figure she was going to.
“You good?” I asked the top of her hair.
“Mmmm,” was her only reply.
I chuckled. “You gonna get cleaned up?”
“Can I say no?” she mumbled.
“You could. But you know you’ll get up in the middle of the night and do it anyway.”
She groaned but didn’t move a muscle.
I gave her ass a squeeze and urged, “Come on, baby. I’ll go down and lock up and get Loretta in. Meet you back here in a minute.”
“You know, you never got your shower. Or beer. Or burger.”
I smiled and gave her ass another squeeze. “No, but I got my fill of you. I’ll survive.”