Page 128 of Deceptive Desires

I tsk.

“No, sir. You’re injured. I’ll be doing all the hard work this time,” I scold him, tightening my hold on him in warning.

He hisses a breath and swallows hard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a wicked smile and brings one arm over his head and lets the other fall over his stomach.

I continue stroking until I feel precum bead at his tip.

I look back at the hospital door, debating for a moment. They checked on him an hour ago, so we should be good for at least three hours. But it’s the night shift, so the halls are quiet.

After a moment of hesitation, I steel my back. Then, under the sheet, I shimmy down my thong, hike up my skirt, and pull up his hospital gown.

“Cecilia! What are you doing?” Roman asks, completely shocked. His eyes are wide, and his jaw hangs open.

“You started this!” I remind him. “Just, hold still. Don’t move that left arm.”

I climb on top of him and line his dick with my entrance and slowly lower myself.

I look up and meet his gaze. He’s staring at me in wonder.

“I didn’t think you had this in you, naughty girl.” Roman’s smile spurs me on.

I rock onto him, up and down, until I feel him tighten.

He tries to put weight on his arms to lean forward to kiss me, but I push his right shoulder to the mattress. He’s not hurting himself doing this.

“If you move, we stop,” I threaten.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he groans. “I’m learning so much about myself.”

“Huh?” I can’t comprehend his words through the ecstasy.

“I didn’t know I loved it when you boss me around. Fuck, you’re so hot, sunshine” he gasps out.

I involuntarily tighten at the praise, and he groans.

He raises his right arm around my neck faster than I can track and brings me down to meet him.

His lips come crashing down on mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and despite his claim to like me in control, he takes over. His hand on my neck prolongs the kiss, and his hips start moving to meet me.

“I thought you liked me in control?” I lean back just enough to tell him.

“Yeah, but there’s only so long a man can last,” he pants.

I sit down on him and stay there. I pry his arm off my neck and pin it above his head. He could easily overpower me, but I know he won’t. And from the look in his eyes, he loves this just as much as I do.

“I’m in charge right now. And you are going to lay here and take it like a good boy,” I tell him with a wicked smile on my own.

“Fuck, Cecilia. I’ll listen, just please don’t stop,” he begs.

I start moving my hips again. I speed up, unable to control myself. Especially not when he’s looking at me with so much love and adoration.

I feel my release building, and Roman groans against me, his whole body tensing.

“Sunshine, I’m close. You need to get off me,” he warns. “We’re not wearing a condom.”

And his concern for my wishes is my last straw.