“Yeah, Mr. Winters, I’m sure.” He leans his forehead into mine, breathing deeply, and we smile against each other’s lips, unmoving.
“Let me grab a condom.” Holding me, it’s reassuring knowing he’s constantly thinking of keeping me safe.
“I’m on the pill.” It’s out of my mouth before I can take the words back. A split decision but if I ever didn’t use one, Roman would be it. “Uh, I never had sex without one before.” Before him is what I’m trying to tell him.
“God, yes, Abby.” Roman kisses my temple and my cheek before taking my lips in his. “I’m good. I mean, I’m clean, never before you either. ”
Nodding, I accept what he’s saying. I want our first time to be like this, just us, everything about us. He brushes my hair back and it feels good, this…whatever we have going. My heart doesn’t feel nearly as broken, and slowly parts of myself are being glued back together, all thanks to Roman.
I’m quiet but a happy buzzing comes from my center as Roman continues to kiss down my neck. “You’re beautiful, Abby. I like you here, in my home, in my space.” Roman continues to say soft things to me and tears pool in my eyes. I don’t think anyone has ever said sweet things like this to me, and while I feel conflicted, I want so desperately to believe Roman is true.
“Please, Roman, don’t stop.” Choking out the words, not knowing where this is going, but finally rolling with feelings I tried blocking out.
“Never, Abigail. Just let me love you.” Roman peels my tank top off. I struggle to half sit up, and Roman takes my clothing off with painful slowness. The fabric against my sensitive skin feels like he’s laying me bare to every past hurt, kissing the ache of it away.
Once I’m naked, he works to take off his T-shirt, peeling it over his head and showing me his toned, tanned body. He shucks his sweatpants off with his boxer briefs and he’s impressive. Not that I’m some girl who gets around, but damn, even I’m wondering how he’s going to fit as hard as he is right now.
“Oh, Abby, I love when you look me over like that, but not right now,” Roman chuckles. The blush blooms over my skin madly, heating me from the inside out.
“I’m just not sure…” I begin to protest and he puts a finger to my mouth, hushing me.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I’m about to get you so worked up you won’t care how I fit.” Roman gets back on the bed, pulling the sheet away from me, crawling over me. I don’t say anything, just wait for him to fulfill his promise.
Roman kisses his way down my chest and over my soft belly. Deliberately, he licks the rim of my belly button in an agonizingly slow circle, driving me crazy. Our eyes meet and I watch each move he makes, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out for him to hurry up. He pads his fingertips from my collarbone down around my heavy, aching breasts. My nipples are flushed with dark color and painfully hard. He refuses to touch the places want him most. His finger trails to my center between my breasts past my ribcage, slowly counting each rib in a whisper. I want him to stop the sweet torture, but he stills at my hipbone and holds me as I squirm under his touch.
Groaning, “R-Roman,” I am frustrated at being denied.
“We do this my way,” he says to me, and while I’m sure he’s not into kink, his tone is dark and a bit bossy for my liking.
“Are you still mad at me?”
I wonder what exactly ‘his way’ entails.
“Nah, you had me at the avocado, but I’m still going to make you work for this,” he chuckles, planting his head down and his mouth over my breast, sucking hard on my nipple and making me gasp from the mixture of slight pain and pleasure. His tongue circles the rim as his teeth graze my skin, pulling gently but with enough of a pinch my core clenches in response.
He continues his path downward, licking and kissing as his fingers blaze a hot trail and part my legs wide so he’s kneeling between them, pulling them over his lap. His cock is pressing against my entrance, but he surprises me by grabbing a pillow and putting it underneath me so he has better access.
“I could look at you like this all day long, Abby—spread wide and open to me, nothing between us. I can smell you like this, sweet tangy oranges with a mix of vanilla, so intoxicating. If softness had a scent it would be this right here. It would be you.”
Leaning close, he kisses my core, his tongue darting out to lick my drenched center. I realize how aroused I am when he begins teasing and lapping up my honey. I’m a little embarrassed and try wiggling away because no one was ever this attentive before.
“Nuh-uh, this is all mine, Abby.” Roman takes my hands and holds them over my head. He’s tall enough he can still lean down and lick me as his tongue is making fast darts around my clit and circling my hole, darting in and out.
“Please, I want you.” I’ll beg if need be. I shut my eyes to the tension rising quicker now, pulsing for release. “Roman, now!” I try to grind against him, forcing him inside me, but he continues to deny me.
“Keep those eyes open,” he commands, before returning to suck my clit in his mouth. I’m helpless to comply, and when I do, he pushes a single hooked finger inside of me, coaxing my release hard and fast. As he lets go of my hands, they fly to his hair, unsatisfied without his mouth on mine. The urgency blurs any other thought, but having Roman inside me.
“A little rough, huh?” He smiles and meets my lips for a bruising kiss. Our tongues speak the language our bodies want and he continues to slide his finger in and out of me in a quick pace that has me coasting into a second orgasm quickly. He lets me ride this one out as long as possible until I’m tender and shuddering when he withdraws.
“Roman…” My voice is a little hoarse from crying out my climax, and he looks far from done with me.
“You can say my name as loud and as much as you want, Abby. In fact, I’m going to encourage it.” Smirking, he seems pleased with himself, and damn if I didn’t wish for another avocado to throw at his perfectly conceited smile.
He lies down against me and we stare up at the ceiling, both panting, our breaths heavy. The humidity in the air combined with the smell of sex screams how crazy we are for each other. Yeah, nothing awkward here. The minutes pass by slowly and somewhere in Roman’s place a lone clock ticks each pass of the dial. I don’t know who is waiting for whom to recover until Roman rolls over me. His body is heavy in a delicious way and thick with muscles I definitely want to explore. Given the chance now, I let my hands freely roam over his body.
“Tell me you want this, Abby. I want to be the one you’re thinking of, not him, never him. I won’t be second in your head,” Roman growls, roughly touching me, and I know as much as he wants to be gentle, he can’t this time—and I concede I don’t want gentle with Roman. He’s consuming my thoughts, and I’m only thinking of he-who-shall-not-be-named because Roman had to be all caveman and mention him.
“Who? I’m here with you, Roman.” I know who he means and push his face from my mind, pulling on Roman’s hair until he’s looking me in the eyes. “You, Roman. Only you.” I want to reassure him anyway I can.