"Roman!" she cries, and this time, I know she's going to come for me. My teeth clamp around the lobe of her ear, tugging it slightly as I hold back my own desire to make way for hers.
"Come for me, angel," I growl to her. She does as I ask, bucking hard against my hand and soaking my fingers in her sweet juices. Her gasps get softer as she comes down from the high, but I have no intention of stopping here. I don't care that Cal could come up here at any moment and find out what we're up to. I don't care that we're in an unfamiliar place. All I know is my desire for her. I have to have her right this second, no matter what happens.
Kissing her hard, I grab her by the waist and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively and I carry her over to the window. This apartment may not be good enough for her, but the view is magical. Setting her down, I turn her around so that she's looking out at the city. Our reflections in the window are faint, but our eyes catch anyway in the glass. My eyes are filled with a primal need to fuck her, to own her, to come inside her. Her gentle features are creased with pleasure and need. I run a hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Finding the flimsy material of her panties, I yank on them hard, pulling them clean off her body. She gasps in desire and I can't stop the growl from escaping my lips as I bunch up her dress, exposing her bare ass to me. God, she's so perfect. Every curve of her body has the animal inside me raging to get out. And now, I'm finally going to get what I've waited for all this time. I press my body close to hers so that she can feel my hard cock through my pants, right up against her ass. My lips move close to her ears and I can hear her labored breathing.
"I need you," I growl. "I need to fuck you hard and come inside you. Right. Now."
“I want you,” she whispers. “Please, Roman. Please fuck me.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “I want you to take my virginity.”
Sophia
I can’t believe I just told him that I’m a virgin. How could I have let that slip? He’s an older man, a mature guy...he doesn’t want some innocent little virgin. I blush as he stares at me. He still has me pressed up against the window, but I’m scared that he’s about to put a stop to this whole thing.
"I...I'm sorry," I murmur. "I didn't mean to drop such a bombshell on you."
“No other man has ever touched you?” he growls. I swallow.
"No...I...I was waiting for you, Roman. I...I've been dreaming of this since my brother's birthday party when I last saw you…"
What am I doing? I’m digging myself deeper and deeper into this hole. I sound desperate, but I guess I am. Desperately in love with him. I’ve known it this whole time. It doesn’t matter that we’ve spent three years apart. It doesn’t matter that we still have so much left to learn about one another. I know the most important thing about him, the one thing that matters.
I know I want him to be mine forever.
But how can I tell him that? I'll just sound like some stupid lovesick teenager. How can he understand the feelings I've kept inside for the past three years? How can I make him understand that this day, being with him, feeling his touch on my skin, is the best day of my life, and will never be rivaled?
“I’m sorry. I know I’m saying a lot...but it’s all true,” I whisper. I have to finish what I started. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Roman. Please don’t hate me…”
“Hate you?” he growls, turning me to face him. “I could never hate you. God, Sophia, look at you...you’re everything I want. I’ve spent the past three years fantasizing about this. And now I find out I’m your first...and I’m going to be your last.” He takes my face in his hands. “I’m in love with you, Sophia. You’re mine now. And I’m never letting you go.”
“I love you too,” I whisper tearfully. Our lips crash together and I don’t care that this whole thing is crazy. I’m so far out of my comfort zone, it’s insane. But this is everything I’ve ever wanted or needed. Now, I belong to him, and I feel complete.
“I want you,” I moan against his lips. “Please, Roman. Please…”
He doesn't need to be told twice. He turns me around again and I press my palms up against the window, jutting my ass out for him, ready to take him inside me. He bunches my dress up again, preparing to enter me. I hear him take his belt off and pull down his pants. I turn to see his huge member, hard as steel in his hand. I gasp.