Biker's Virgin

The sun was warming my face, but Roman was causing the heat in my core, pooling and pulsing deep within me. He moved his fingers faster without me having to ask him, like he could sense that I was close, just knew what I needed. Just like the first time we slept together this summer – he just knew. He had my body memorized, every one of my moves and sounds. He knew just where to touch me. He kept his rhythm on my clit strong and steady, driving me wild with his fingers. I moaned, trying not to be loud. I ran my hand through his hair feeling myself mount.

My back bowed as I shuddered. He didn't stop. He licked me, thrusting faster with his fingers, making me cry out. I tried to close my legs, pushing him away. He pushed my legs apart instead, moving back up my body. He kissed my neck and jaw as his fingers still moved slowly in and out of me. I felt dazed, feeling him kiss me. His hand disappeared for a second, replaced quickly by his cock.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his tip. My pussy dripped like he was already inside me. He groaned slightly as I cupped his sac and ran my hand up and down his length. Lining him up with my entrance, he thrust forward, slowly. I closed my eyes, feeling my lips stretch around him. The friction was delicious. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his weight on top of me as he made measured and deliberate movements. Moans fought their way out of my throat with his every thrust. His lips were on my neck, my jaw, kissing me.

"Don't stop," I whispered desperately. I was unraveling. His deep, steady thrusts were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I gripped a handful of his t-shirt, wishing he was naked. Neither of us were, but I didn't think I could feel closer to him than I already did.

Deep inside me, he made me feel beautiful and loved. I was never scared being this vulnerable with him. I felt powerful. Everything that had happened this past summer flew through my mind. All the pain and uncertainty, the joy, the laughs, to finally this: the promises for the future. The house in Miami. Years together after being apart.

Tears sprung to my eyes. I squeezed them shut, wrapping tighter around Roman. His hand wrapped around one of my legs, pushing it up close to my body so I opened wider for him. He sunk deeper, stroking hard and steady. I shuddered, feeling my walls quiver around him. He felt so good. He felt so right.

"Look at me," he growled. I did. I couldn't stop my tears then. His eyes were deep, liquid blue, like the deepest, most dangerous part of the ocean. His hand touched my face, cupping my cheek, not stopping his steady thrusts between my legs.

I choked on my words as my orgasm hit. It ripped through me, potent euphoria. I shuddered and convulsed, grabbing onto whatever part of him I could grab onto. I felt him speed up, slam into me harder and harder till he groaned, coming explosively. I wanted to say that I loved him but I didn't think that I had to. I could feel it flowing out of him. He kissed me, hard and deep as our bodies slowed and he finally stopped.

For a second, I just let myself lay there. I waited for my breath to normalize and my heart to stop pounding. I waited till the euphoric spike subsided before getting up and sliding my clothes back on. Dressed, I slid back into Roman's embrace, resting my head on his chest. I felt him rub lazy circles on my back.

"What's it like?" I asked.

"What?"

"Miami. What's it like living there?"

"Hot. A lot of people. Kinda noisy."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's different, but it's a good change. I think you'd like it, too."

"Really?"

"The beach is hardly ten minutes away. You'll be able to see the water from the apartment."

"Does your place look anything like your old one here?" I asked. He laughed. I felt it rumble in his chest.

"No. It's going to be full of your stuff," he said. He pulled me on top of him so my legs fell on either side of his body. "Would that be a deal-breaker?"

"No, you'd just have to agree to leave the decorating to me."

"Don't get mad," he said.

"Why? What did you do?"

"I let another woman handle my decorating. Rachel. She works with the team, basically helping new players find places in the city."

"You want me to move into a house that another woman decorated?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She did a really good job," he said, teasing me.

"If she did a good job by your standards, I'm worried." I yelped, suddenly hitting the blanket. He had flipped us over. He leaned over me, holding himself up on his arms.

"Looks like you'll have your work cut out for you," he said.

I couldn't picture the place he was staying, but part of me didn't care. It sounded nice. He was selling the hell out of it, so maybe I would get there and be pleasantly surprised, but it didn't really matter, I realized. We'd be together. Wherever and whatever this place was, we'd be together, so it wouldn't matter what it looked like, who decorated it, how far it was from the beach.

"How soon do we leave?"

"You’re ready?"