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His tongue finds my clit again, swiping across it with just enough pressure to have me teetering on the edge without pushing me over. My body’s wound so tight by now that I’m trembling.
Too desperate and needy to fight what we both want, I release a ragged breath. “Yes, okay. When I move out of Dad’s, I’ll move in here.”
His eyes flash with triumph. “Good girl. Now show me again how pretty you are when you come.”
Still working me over with the toy, he sucks my clit between his lips. Instantly, I explode. As the orgasm slams into me, my back bows off the bed. Heat and pleasure radiate from my core in a tornado that steals the air from my lungs.
The hard pulse of my channel around the unyielding glass buried inside it feels so incredible that my climax seems to be never-ending. And through it all, Roman sucks and licks me.
Weak, shaky, I ride out the sensation. When I feel silky strands between my hands, I realize I’ve moved my arms and I’m clutching at his hair.
Gaze meeting mine, he gives me a lazy grin, his mouth and chin wet. He gently pulls the toy out of me and holds it up.
At the slickness, the evidence of my pleasure, my cheeks heat.
He touches the tip to my lips. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I hesitate for just a moment, then open for him.
Slowly, he eases the smooth glass end into my mouth and across my tongue. I’ve tasted myself on his lips before, so I don’t flinch. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on his and suck, hollowing my cheeks.
His pupils dilate. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I shiver at the dark tone of his voice. He’s been controlled so far, playing me to get what he wanted, but his control is fraying, and I love it.
Releasing the toy with a pop, I hold my hands up. “Can you take this off? I need to touch you.”
He makes quick work of the belt and the minute I’m free, my fingers are roaming over the smooth skin of his shoulders, the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that leads to his hard cock.
He grips my wrist before I can wrap my fingers around him and presses a gentle kiss to the tender skin on the inside of it.
Butterflies flutter and twirl around my stomach. “Roman?”
The emotion in his expression makes my heart stutter.
“I love you,” he says, his voice raw.
The sincerity there tightens my chest. “I love you too. So much.”
“The minute you smiled at me in that elevator, I was lost.” As he speaks, he presses his erection between my legs.
I let them fall open, welcoming him.
“You showed me what love feels like when I’d given up on ever experiencing it.” He pushes inside me.
Breath catching, I grasp his biceps.
He lowers his head, his hair tickling the base of my throat as his lips move against my skin. “You changed my life without even trying.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes as he rocks into me. I thought I wanted him to lose control, but this… this slow, tender lovemaking, the way he’s confessing his feelings, how he’s felt from the start, is more beautiful than I can comprehend.
The pleasure builds with every thrust, with every murmured word, and so do my emotions. He brackets my head with his forearms, our gazes holding.
As I reach my peak, tears spill over my lower lashes. I can barely breathe as my orgasm rolls over me in a tumbling wave.
Roman’s eyes burn into me as he sweeps the tears from my temples with his thumbs. “You’re so beautiful.”
His movements turn erratic then, and he drops his forehead to mine as his big body shudders and he comes inside me.