My back arches again off the bed and my breath, which I'd been holding deep in my lungs, hisses out from between my teeth.
"Oh, Roman," I sigh as I start fall back down to earth and his fingers withdraw.
Leaning down, he brushes his lips across mine before pushing off me and grabbing the lonely condom that's been lying there for what may be hours.
He opens it with efficient ease, and I try not to think how many times he's practiced that maneuver. My brain is still fuzzy from my orgasm as I watch him roll the condom onto his cock, which until this point I just haven't had a chance to get a good look at it.
It makes my mouth water, but that's for another time.
When my eyes finally lift to Roman's face, I find him smirking at me, since I was so brazenly admiring his, um...well, his magnificence.
Roman brings his bulk down on top of me once again, but holding most of his weight off me with his strong arms, which bulge with the strain. Then his mouth is back on mine, devouring me once again and causing me to fall prey to his sexual sorcery.
My arms wrap around his neck and my legs spread, rise high, hug his hips as he presses into me. Slowly he slides in. One long, slow plunge into me and it might be the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
I can't help myself, and I moan right into his mouth as my eyes flutter closed, "Roman."
I can feel him smile against my mouth, pleased with my reaction, and when he's planted as deep as he can possibly go, he lifts his head and stares down at me. "I can't believe we waited this long to do this."
My normal reaction to Roman and his humor would be to laugh, but I'm feeling too full of anticipation and need to let it take command. So instead, I just open my eyes, give him a lazy smile, and nod. "Lesson learned."
Leaning down, he kisses me softly then starts to move inside of me.
And I'm blown away by the slow and deliberate pace he pushes upon my body. Everything I've come to learn about Roman, particularly after he practically ripped my clothes off, led me to believe our first time would be frantic, maybe even a bit messy. Definitely noisy.
But instead he just slowly moves his length in and out of me, ensuring I can feel every amazing and wonderful inch as he stokes the lust so I'm a burning, writhing, moaning mess who may or may not be practically chanting Roman's name at this point.
While Roman's body is seemingly in control, I can tell he's on the edge, as his eyes seem to rage with the need for release. His breathing is shallow, and he groans every time he sinks into me, almost as if he's in pain.
When Roman's head falls and his forehead touches mine, I squeeze my eyes shut and wrap my arms tight around his neck. I think about all the different emotions I've seen tonight from this man who likes to laugh at the world, but right now nothing seems funny with what's transpiring between us.
He strikes at something deep within me, and my second orgasm starts to build. Everything tightens as my fingertips dig into his shoulders, and as if he senses that I'm on the edge and so very close, he pulls back slowly and then punches back in deeper than ever.
"Oooohhhh," I cry out as my entire body seems to explode. It happens so fast, catches me so off guard, that my body bucks under his huge frame, almost pushing him right out of me.
Roman groans in appreciation as I ripple and spasm all around him. His head pulls up, he places his cheek against mine, and with one more solid push into me, he grinds his hips down and whispers, "I'm going to come."
And he does, first with the muscles in his back and shoulders tightening up, and then with his head thrown back so I have an up-close view of his corded neck muscles straining as he looks up to the ceiling and groans, "Fuck, I'm coming."
He shudders, grits his teeth, and grinds harder into me, finally dropping his head but not before I notice a hazy film of complete euphoria over his eyes. His head tilts slightly, and his beautiful face almost transforms right before me as he lets go of the almost druggedlike sensation of expended passion, and his eyes start to clear. He looks at me with fascination, as if he can't believe what just happened between us, and all I can do is smile at him and say, "I know. I felt it too."
Chapter 17
Roman
My eyes drift open, noting the bright winter sunlight filtering in through the closed blinds and casting the room in an early dawn glow. I'm on my back, in the middle of the bed, and Lexi is lying half on top of me. Her head is heavy on my chest, her arm across my stomach and her leg tucked in tight between my own. My cock is semihard and pressing against the top of her thigh, probably because it wakes up--just like me--knowing there's a sexy woman available for the taking and very happy about it.
But I don't do anything about it other than lie there and just feel her body weight against mine. I listen to her breathing--a soft snore, just like she emitted last night--that blows across my chest, tickling the hair. The softness of her skin as my fingers drag lightly over her hip. Even the tiny bit of drool I can feel on my chest where her mouth is open, which makes me grin up at the ceiling.
Christ...I love every bit of it.
It makes me wonder, have I missed out on this before? Have I been thinking about women and intimacy wrong all these years?
Lexi is not the first woman to stay in my bed overnight, but she is the first I've woken up to cuddled up against me. I'm not a back sleeper. After I fuck a woman, I usually roll right over onto my stomach, tucking a pillow underneath to cradle me from chest to cheek, and my legs sprawled to claim my territory. If a woman stays all night, she doesn't get an inch of my space, and if all goes well, she slinks out while I'm in the shower after a curt kiss-off after I wake up.
And now it makes me just wonder, should I have tried this before? Should I have opened myself up to something more?
The answer is resoundingly clear in my mind.
I've absolutely never wanted this before and this isn't something you can fake.
No, Lexi Robertson is the only woman I've been with where something like what I'm doing right now--morning cuddling--is even possible.
Who knows?
Maybe I'm growing up. Maybe I'm realizing there's more.
Whatever the reason, I know it just feels right and I'm going with it to see where this will lead me. I like Lexi enough that I'm willing to open myself up to something new.
Lexi moves slightly against me and makes a cute little sound in the back of her throat. I hold perfectly still as her body stretches against me in her sleep, and then burrows in a little tighter. Her arm over my stomach curls and tightens, and she rubs her cheek against my chest.
"What the hell?" she mutters in a groggy voice as her head flies up and her arm releases its hold on me so she can swipe her hand over her mouth.
I angle my head so I can see her, and grin when I see she looks confused over the wetness there, and then her eyes slide down to my chest.
"Oh good God," she mutters as her hand wipes her saliva away. "I freakin' drooled on you. Can it get any sexier than that?"
I laugh and her head turns so she looks at me with a sheepish grin. And how is it possible someone can look that utterly fantastic in the morning, despite the fact she had just drooled on me in her sleep?
"Sorry about that," she says, not really looking apologetic at all, and I love that about her. That confidence that says, "I'm a woman who can slobber on you and you'd still want me."
"You can drool on me anytime," I tell her honestly. "I know I most definitely have parts of me I'd love to have you drool on."
"Mmmmmmm," she says in contemplation, licking her lips for effect. "That could most definitely be arranged."
My dick jumps at the thought of her mouth on me, and I'm a bit surprised it's even got any juice left, because Lexi and I sort of went at it pretty hard last night. And multiple times. "I'll take you up on that, but for now, how about lay your pretty head back down on me."
"A man who wants to cuddle," she says dreamily, although there's a hint of exaggeration in her tone.
Le
xi snuggles back down onto me, wrapping her arm tight around my stomach again and wedging her leg deeper between mine. I know she doesn't miss my morning wood as her thigh brushes against it, and while the thought of rolling her over and taking her again is a fantastic idea, I'm actually content to lie here a bit.
"So what are your plans today?" I ask her casually, my hand back at her hip so my fingers can play along her skin. My time with her is limited, as we have an afternoon flight to catch out to the West Coast.
With an almost pained sigh, she says, "I need to talk to Gray. I'm thinking about a surprise visit to her house so she can't avoid me."
"About us?" I hazard a guess.
"About my decision to disregard her advice," she clarifies. "Which obviously will include you."
"She doesn't like me," I point out. "Be prepared for her to try to talk you out of it."
"She can't," she maintains. "And frankly, I don't expect her to. I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and think her desire for her sister to be happy will outweigh the other stuff."
I can't help the skeptical snort that comes out.