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"Goddamn, baby. I've missed the way you taste." He runs his lips across my shoulder and then up the side of my throat in languorous sweeps. "I can't even smell peaches without thinking of you. I get so fucking hard every single time." He sets his tongue against the pulse pounding in my throat, those big hands closing over my breasts.
"Roman!" I cry out as a pulse shoots straight to my clit. My inner muscles and lower stomach clench hard. He's barely even touched me, and I'm already on the verge of coming. My entire body is overly sensitized, his sweet words working through my system like an aphrodisiac.
"I know, baby," he croons. "I know." He strips me bare, whispering against my skin the entire time. He's sweet and filthy in turns, telling me how much he loves me one minute and then telling me how much he wants to feel me coming on his cock the next.
By the time he has me naked, I'm panting for breath, so turned on that I can't think through the haze of desire in my mind. It's been so long since he last touched me like this. Two weeks without his hands on my body feels like a lifetime. I think I'm addicted to how those rough palms glide against my skin.
As the sun slips below the horizon, he pulls me over to a chaise…the same one he spread me out on weeks ago and made me play with my pussy while he watched. Just like then, I watch through heavy lids as he pops the button on his jeans and tugs the zipper down, freeing his cock. He's rock hard and so fucking perfect my mouth waters.
Wrapping his hand around his length, he hisses and pumps twice. Before I can reach for him, he rips his shirt off over his head and then lies back in the chaise, leaving his jeans on. And God, I love that he's so impatient to feel me that he doesn't want to waste a second in removing his jeans. It reminds me of the very first time I saw him with his jeans undone and his cock out…jerking off while I watched from across the room, unable to look away.
"Come here," he breathes, wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging me forward. He picks me up once I'm within his reach, placing me gently in his lap.
My head tips back, a loud moan escaping my lips when his cock bumps against my clit. The dichotic feel of his rough jeans against the inside of my thighs and his smooth skin beneath my palms has me moaning again. I grind against him, but he stills me with his hands on my hips.
"I love you so fucking much," he whispers when my eyes meet his. His burn bright, emotion and desire dancing like flames in the piercing depths. He's so damn beautiful, he takes my breath away all over again.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
He leans forward, taking one nipple into his mouth while one hand slips between our bodies, zeroing in on my clit. I throw my head back and groan loudly as his fingers slip through my drenched folds. His teeth close around my nipple, the sharp sting making me jump and cry out.
"You like that," he mumbles against my skin and then does it again.
I rock against him, moaning.
"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers."
I do, shamelessly rocking back and forth as his thumb slides over my clit, and he nips and teases at my breasts. His name rolls from my lips in a gasping chant. Sweat breaks out on my skin, the ocean breeze sending the fire within me raging even higher.
I come hard, gasping and shaking in his lap.
"So goddamn perfect," he mumbles, his eyes locked on me like he can't look away as aftershocks roll through me. His face is flushed, his eyes so dark, they're almost black. That wildness peeks out at me, but he reins it in, his hands gentle against my body as he lifts me up and positions me over his cock.
"Roman," I whisper, refusing to sink down on him yet.
"Mila," he whispers back, that same gentle smile playing at his lips.
"Kiss me."
He does, leaning up to capture my lips with his. One hand tangles in my hair, holding me to him as he kisses me like he always does...like he can't tear himself away from my mouth. His tongue dances with mine, slipping between my lips before disappearing between his again.
I sink down onto him slowly. He fills me inch by delicious inch until the tip of his cock bumps against my cervix, and we both moan loudly, our sounds mingling in the night air around us. He leans back in the chaise, his lip between his teeth and his arms behind his head as he watches me ride him slowly.
"You look so good taking my cock. God, baby. What are you doing to me?"
His abs contract beneath my palms, the muscles in his arms straining as he fights, trying to keep himself in check. His innate need to take control and dominate me is stamped across his face. So is his desire to take me slow and easy. He still thinks he might hurt me if he lets go.
When will he learn? Since the first time he touched me, he's been exactly what I need every single time. He's not capable of hurting me. He never has been. When his hands are on my body, I'm indestructible. If I'm a warrior, it's because he makes me feel like I can take on the world so long as he's by my side.
"Fuck me, Roman," I plead, lifting myself up and then sinking down onto him again. "Please. I need you."
He growls softly, his abs contracting again.
"Please."
"Fuck." He reaches out, those big hands grasping my hips.
A delirious cry of pleasure leaves my lips when he lifts me up and drops me back down on him once and then again. He's careful of my shoulder, taking care not to jar it. His cock hits my cervix, sending waves of intense pleasure through me. It spirals through my system, turning my blood to lava in my veins. My nails dig into his abs, my muscles clamping down around him.
