Page 10 of Loving Roman (The Summer Twins #3)

But determination is one of my strongest traits, and I’m determined to show Roman a good time and to enjoy this experience with him.

So, I swipe my tongue across my lips, then slide my fingers around the base of his shaft and squeeze him lightly while reaching between his legs to massage his heavy sac, teasing him.

If there’s one thing I remember, it’s that you don’t neglect a man’s testicles.

I’m rewarded with another pearly drop of his essence, so I lean in and swipe it with my tongue, then swallow the head of his dick and suck lightly. A groan rumbles through his body and he pushes his hips forward, sending his penis further into my mouth.

I bob my head back and forth, sucking and licking, feeling empowered as I watch Roman unravel.

“You suck my cock so well,” he grumbles, like he’s angry at the world.

His fingers tighten their grip around the strands of my hair, and the sensation creates a prickle of pain that travels down through my body, teases my nipples, and lands between my legs. Wetness coats the inside of my thighs, and I rub them together .

“Touch yourself.” Roman’s deep voice rumbles through the room, and my heart picks up the pace.

Am I really willing to expose myself so thoroughly to a stranger?

I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, including my late husband.

But when I dig deep into how I’m feeling right now, in this moment of sexual awakening, I know I want to please this man, so I slip my hand between my legs and tentatively touch my clit.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my scalp with his fingers.

I suck harder in response, causing his hips to thrust forward and my pride to step out of the darkness. Look at what I’m doing to this giant of a man. Increasing my strokes, I take him as far down my throat as I can and swallow around him.

He tosses his head back, the tendons in his neck straining in stark relief.

I’m not sure when he lost his shirt, but my eyes follow the curves of his pecs, trace the dark hair between them and lower still over his soft stomach, noting the trail of hair leading down to his dick.

His body glistens with sweat, and I know I’ve pushed him over the edge when his dick grows thicker and his hot essence fills my mouth.

“Fuuuck! Alice! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and I realize I stopped touching myself, so caught up in him and his pleasure as I pushed him over the cliff.

In the next moment, my back is pressed into the soft comforter and Roman is resting on his forearms above me.

His mouth comes down on mine, caressing my lips with gentle strokes.

His tongue swipes across the seam and his pelvis grinds into mine—he’s mostly soft now—dragging a moan up my throat.

When he sweeps inside my mouth, I wonder if he can taste his own salty essence like I can taste mine—the combination of our mixed orgasm is heady.

I spread my legs wide in invitation and grip his broad shoulders as I press up into him .

Have I ever been this aroused?

“Roman,” I murmur, my voice dripping with hot need.

He takes his time, worshiping my mouth as we grind together.

I trace the plains of his back with my fingers, getting acquainted with his body.

The kiss is slow and lingers for longer than I expect.

It’s tough to stay in the moment, wondering what he’s going to do next.

How long does he plan to just kiss like this?

Will he get hard again? Does he want sex?

Or is he satisfied this time around and he’ll be on his way?

I mean, we’ve both orgasmed, and that’s always the goal, right?

I wish I could turn off my brain … I’m so out of my element.

I wrap my calves around him, pressing my feet into the backs of his, urging him to do something. Anything . I need this pulsing ache he’s created in me to dissipate, but with him on top of me, kissing me like I’m the beginning and end of everything, it just grows more insistent.

He grinds his now semi-hard penis into me and pulls away a little, his eyes tracing every inch of my face. “Is this okay?”

I nod. “Mmhm.” I relax a little, knowing he’s still turned on and maybe he can help with this ache he’s building inside of me.

One side of his mouth ticks up. “Don’t lie to me. You need more?”

My eyes widen involuntarily, giving me away, and I glance to the left, unable to maintain eye contact with this man who seems to know me so well after only spending two days together. How is that even possible?

He pinches my chin between his fingers, guiding my face back to his, and shakes his head. “Don’t hide from me, remember?” His eyebrows rise as he finishes his statement, which comes out more like a question.

All I can do is respond with a curt nod. I swallow against the thickness in my throat, unsure how to handle his intensity. “ Sorry,” I murmur. What I’m sorry for, I don’t understand, but I feel an apology is in order.

“No need for apologies. Tell me what you want. What you need.”

A flush works its way up to my cheeks, and suddenly my face feels too hot and my skin too tight.

I’ve never been one to ask for what I want in the bedroom.

I’m not sure I know how. But this stranger, whom I won’t see after this week, is giving me the opportunity to shed my normal behavior and try something different.

I peer up at him, noting the patience in his gorgeous warm eyes.

His thumb strokes the hair at my temple with a gentle caress as he gives me the space to work through my thoughts.

I push upward, pressing my lips to his. “Kiss me until I can’t breathe and fuck me until I can’t think,” I murmur on a breath, unashamed of my brazen request. Where I find this brazenness is beyond me, but I hope it gets me what I want.

His lips spread in a smile. “It will be my pleasure.”