Page 24 of Loving Roman (The Summer Twins #3)

His hand snakes down between us, his fingers seeking and finding …

rubbing my clit in precise circles. Currents race through my body, and my internal walls begin to squeeze his length.

I pull away from his lips to take in much-needed oxygen and tighten my hold on his hair to ground myself in the moment.

“Oh yeah, fucking strangle my dick!” His words send a puff of warm air across my cheek.

Turning my head, I take his mouth again, brushing my tongue across his lips.

I’m growing frantic for the release building in my core, my heartbeat rocketing into the stratosphere.

Roman’s skin is red with exertion, sweat trickling down his temple.

The pulse at the base of his throat pounds a fast rhythm that matches my own.

Looking into his eyes, the link between us burns through me and, holding my breath, my body ignites, muscles tensing and constricting as white light bursts across my vision.

“Ooooh, fuuuuuck!” His breath warms my cheek, then his lips cover mine.

Lacking the finesse of before, our tongues thrust against each other in time with our hips.

His dick thickens and lengthens even more, and I feel it pulse as he fills the condom.

He pushes himself as far inside me as possible, holding himself deep as his orgasm takes over.

Our eyes find each other and lock.

The honesty shining back at me unfurls something inside, and my emotions swell. Blinking rapidly, I close my eyes to keep the welling tears at bay.

Roman kisses each eyelid tenderly. “What’s wrong, Tesoro? Was I too rough?” His voice is thick with concern for my well being and when I open my eyes, his features are drenched in worry. He clears his throat, swallowing repeatedly as he awaits my answer.

My heart pounds like a drum, and I’m worried it’s going to crack a rib. “It was perfect. You were perfect. My emotions got the better of me because I feel our connection so deeply.”

His breath gushes out in a rush as his shoulders drop.

A slow smile forms, and he moves in, pressing his stretched lips to mine.

I join him in the moment, enjoying his happiness and mine.

Our smiles mirror each other. Roman pulls back slightly.

“You’re the perfect one, Alice,” he whispers, and for long moments we study each other closely, like we’re trapped in a spell.

I cover his heart with my hand, and I feel him . I feel what’s deep down inside his heart.

This man was meant for me.

The revelation strikes me hard.

I knew when we first met that he was special and that he could very easily make his way inside my heart.

Even though we only spent a few days together, it felt as if I’d known him much longer because our bond was strong from the beginning.

Reconnecting with him like this solidifies those initial feelings.

As much as I tried to put space between us over this past month, it didn’t work. I thought about him constantly and wanted to pick up the phone to talk to him. I wanted to share my day and my thoughts with him. For the first time in a long time, I craved the company of a man.

“What’s going on inside here, Tesoro?” He taps the side of my head lightly, catching my eyes with his.

“Just thinking about how well we fit together and how strong our connection is. I feel as though we’ve known each other a lot longer than we have, and I find I really like this feeling of closeness to you.”

“I like it too.” He slides out of me slowly, wincing as he does. “A lot.” Pulling me away from the door, he walks through my house. “Bathroom?”

“Keep going. It’s at the end of the hall.”

Still holding me, he uses one hand to swipe the fallen items on my vanity to the side, then gently places me on the edge.

He pulls my underwear down my legs and off my body, pushes my dress up to my hips, and groans as his eyes land on my pussy.

I’m certain it must be red and swollen after what we just did against my front door.

He disposes of his condom and drops to his knees in front of me; his shoulders wedging between my thighs as he dives in.

His talented tongue delves into my opening, lapping at my juices.

“Mmmhm. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out for days.”

My body tightens, and I moan at his words. I’ve never been spoken to in such a way during sex before. I never knew what I was missing.

Blindly, I bring one hand up to his head and slide my fingers through his silky strands to grip a handful of hair.

It’s not as long as it was, but there’s still enough length to hold on to.

Holding his face to my pussy, I roll my hips, balancing on the countertop with my other hand so I can move in time with his ministrations.

Two fingers push inside me and stroke my G-spot as his tongue and teeth tantalize my clit.

This man certainly knows how to please a woman .

He runs his other finger through my moisture and then breaches my other hole, surprising the hell outta me.

Without taking his eyes from mine, he slides his fingers in and out of both holes simultaneously—treating me to sensations beyond my comprehension.

His skill pushes me close to the edge quickly, even though I came a few short minutes ago.

Moaning at the sensations building inside me like a freight train, he bites my clit and I explode, tightening my thighs around his head.

My heart pounds out of control, and I’m worried it’s going to crash through my ribs.

As my orgasm ends, he slows his fingers and kisses my pussy as though it’s the most precious gift in the world.

Ever so gently, he removes his fingers, licking my cum from them as though it’s a decadent treat.

Every single time I’ve been intimate with Roman, he puts my pleasure first, showing me how important I am to him, and tonight is no different.

Standing, he uses warm water to wet a washcloth and begins tenderly wiping me clean.

His jeans are still below his ass, and his thick cock is standing proudly, seeking my attention.

Once he’s finished tending to me, he washes his hands thoroughly and moves to redress, but I stop his movements.

Dropping to my knees, I take his dick in hand.

“Tesoro, you don’t have to?—”

I take him all the way to the back of my throat in one smooth action, cutting his words off mid-sentence.

He tastes like latex and him . His hand immediately grabs a fistful of my hair as he attempts to remove himself from my mouth, but I shake my head from side to side, refusing to budge.

Looking up at him, I implore him with my eyes to allow me to finish.

His grip loosens, and he massages the area before cupping the back of my head reverently, directing me where he wants my mouth.

“All right. I’ll let you suck my cock.” He punctuates his words with a groan as I suck hard on the upstroke. Taking his balls in my other hand, I massage them tenderly as I stroke the base of his dick in tandem with my mouth.

Squeezing, sucking, swallowing.

Teasing, tasting, tempting.

I give him everything I have, but he’s holding himself back, and I want him to let go. Stretching my finger out, I find his taint and massage it while cupping his balls—I’m not quite ready to breach his back entrance, the way he did mine.

That does it. Exactly what I want.

With a low groan, he thrusts hard into my mouth, pushing farther back than before. Breathing through my nose, I manage to stifle my gag reflex. Tears track down my face as saliva drips down my chin—I must look a mess at this point as he uses my mouth for his pleasure at my invitation.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of mine the entire time, and I love watching him tense and the veins in his neck protrude because of what I’m doing to him.

The power I feel with his dick in my mouth, on my knees, worshipping him is unfathomable.

Never would I have thought that a woman in this position had the upper hand.

Even though he’s holding my head in place, I know I can stop at any time and he won’t hold it against me.

“Swallow around my cock, Tesoro,” he pants.

I do as he requests, and I feel him swell and pulse. His eyelids lower and his mouth drops open. Using his grip on my hair, he tries to pull away, but I hold firm.

I want him to finish in my mouth.

I want to push him to the point of no return.

The way he did for me.

I want to taste him on my tongue.

I want to feel his warm cum sliding down my throat, so I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow hard on his shaft.

“Fuuuuck!”

The single word comes out as a low rumble as his hot, sticky cum fills my mouth and slides down my throat just the way I wanted.

I didn’t anticipate how much there would be because he just came less than ten minutes ago, but …

it’s a lot and I struggle to keep up and swallow it all down.

I do my best, though, because I want to please him.

This man has made me feel like a woman … a sexy woman after all these years.

This man gives so much of himself to everyone else daily, including me whenever we’re together .

He deserves the world, and I want to be the one to give it to him.

His grip loosens on my hair, and he carefully smooths it down, caressing the back of my head as I take my time to clean him. Licking and stroking his penis with my tongue until I’m satisfied he’s pristine.

Bending, he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I can taste myself on him, as I’m certain he can taste his essence on me.

This entire experience has been so freaking sexy that I’m ready to go again.

My libido is out of control; it was the same when we were on vacation, but I put it down to being relaxed and away from my regular life.

But I think … maybe it’s Roman .

I wonder if he’d mind if we skipped dinner and stayed in?

Pulling me up to him, he wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight, eliminating any space between us.

I feel so at home wrapped in his embrace.

So safe. I know I’m cared for in this space.

That I’m wanted and desired, but I also feel cherished, worshipped, and valued.

Conversation and emotional intimacy are as important to Roman as sexual intimacy. Another way we’re compatible.

He kisses my temple. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“You didn’t have to do that, but I’m grateful you did.

Your mouth on me is almost as good as being inside your pussy.

” He brings his hands up to cup my face, tilting my head back.

Using his thumbs, he wipes under my eyes, which must be an absolute disaster.

“I messed up your hair and makeup, but I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful. ”

I can’t hold back my smile, my lips feeling tender.

With the way he’s looking at me, I feel like a catwalk model.

“Would you be upset if we stayed in tonight?” I’m hopeful he can see the benefit of staying in for the evening rather than going out. I slide the zipper of my dress down, exposing my side, and his hand moves down to caress my newly exposed skin.

Everywhere he touches, burns.

He slides his arm around my back, between the fabric and my skin, and I revel in the feel of his skin against mine. I need our clothes off so all of my skin can touch all of his, and I need it to happen right now.

He kisses up the side of my neck before whispering, “We can do whatever you like, Tesoro. We can go to dinner another time.” He runs his finger up my spine, using his nail to tickle my heated flesh. “What would you like to do instead?”

I loosely wrap my hand around his shaft, which is still semi-hard, and give him my most sultry look. “I can think of a few things.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you’re thinking.”