“Damn baby,” he whispered against her back. He ran his tongue over it, trailing it down to her hips. His finger circled her hard nub through her panties.
Erratic gasps and pants fell through her parted lips as he touched her. Kristen gripped the wall and struggled to hold on, trying not to collapse from the insane need that was storming through her body. Her eyes involuntarily opened and closed.
Roman leaned down behind her, ran his hand down her back and smacked her ass again. He pressed his face to her ass and commenced to licking the fatty flesh. He ran his hands up to her long hair and pulled hard. Kristen sharply exhaled a breath as he tongued her ass cheeks, moaning and groaning like a man dying of hunger. She balanced herself with one hand and reached back to grab his hair with the other, pulling his as he pulled hers. She groaned long and hard as his tongue and full lips swept over her ample behind. His lips felt salacious on her skin.
She became lost in the sounds of his heavy breathing and addictive moans. She was mesmerized by the sound of the rain plinking against all the windows in the apartment; the sound of the low, rumbling thunder in the distance. She could not believe this was happening. She was touching him; he was touching and tasting her but it didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream from which she never wanted to awake.
Roman caressed her ass; then reached to the front of her. His magnetic hands traveled up her chest, pushed the dress above her breasts, and yanked up her bra, freeing her heavy, aching breasts.
He painfully groaned as his eager hands made contact with them. “Got-damn,” he loudly gasped.
He firmly began stroking them while his tongue and lips continued to trail her ample bottom. Kristen’s trembling hands left his hair to join his on her chest. She looked down at his hands on her large breasts and instantly became hypnotized by how big his hands were against hers, by the fine hair on his bare arms, how strong and powerful his hands felt against her body, how sexy the veins were that flexed in his hands as they moved…
Overcome, she released his hands and placed them back against the wall and leaned her head against it. She bit the skin between her thumb and forefinger and winced as he pinched her nipples.
“Roman,” she gasped. “Roman.”
His hands on her breasts were fire; his tongue on her hips was skillful, wet, and hot. If his mouth felt that good against her ass, she could only imagine how it would feel on her…
“My God,” she whimpered as Roman put his head between her legs and flicked his tongue at her cleft through her panties.
He put his nose to her panties and deeply inhaled. “Fuck Kristen… Damn baby…”
Kristen’s core tightened as his face firmly pressed against her panty-covered pussy again, almost suffocating himself. He snaked his tongue all over pussy, driving her wild.
“Romannnnnn,” she groaned as she threw her head back.
“If you taste as good as you smell I’m in trouble,” he growled.
He kissed his way up her back and stood behind her, his hands still massaging, gripping, and circling her breasts. His open palms circled her nipples; he kissed, licked, sucked, bit her neck. Kristen’s damp hand reached back and she pressed her ass tight against his rock-hard erection, running her finger through his hair. She turned her head to his and kissed him. Continuing to kiss her, he turned her around and embraced her tightly, crushing her to his hard chest as he’d done earlier. Her hard nipples felt like pebbles against his chest and the sensation it brought her as she rubbed against him made tears pool her eyes.
Roman pulled away and looked down at her. His eyes were drunk and heavy with lust as he looked down at her swollen breasts, fascinated as he ran his hands over them.
“I love your skin,” he huskily replied. “You’re so beautiful... I love your breasts. They’re amazing.”
His hands on her were driving her insane. Kristen was panting so hysterically she was almost crying.
“Shhh,” he said, stroking her wet hair and lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Shhhh baby. It’s okay.”
He placed small, gentle kisses on her quivering lips and ran his fingers through her wild, tangled hair.
Kristen stared into his burning dark eyes and became lost. She placed her hand against his face and gently stroked it, marveling at the beauty of him in this lust-filled moment. She ran her fingers over his coarse beard, over his strong jawbone; over his parted, soft lips. She had wanted this for so long; wanted to experience the sexual side of him and express that part of herself with him. She didn’t know where to start or where to finish. She wanted to touch him everywhere. Kiss him everywhere. Suck and lick every part of him.
Her greedy eyes lowered to his chest. She eyed it with wonder as she stroked it through his damp shirt. She slid both of her hands over his chest; memorizing every muscle and flawless ripple she touched. She was mesmerized by the chest hair that peeked out from the top of his shirt. Feeling like an animal in heat, she put her nose to the hair and inhaled his intoxicating masculine scent, feeling dizzy and drunk with the essence of him.
She was addicted to his ragged, heavy breathing as she touched him. The fact that she was pleasing him almost brought her to her knees. She looked up at him and there was awe in his eyes as he looked at her. Running her hands over his broad back, Kristen teasingly dragged them down to his hips and naughtily ran her hands over them. They were round but firm. She squeezed them and coyly looked up at him as a sharp breath escaped his throat. Kristen lightly tapped his ass; then moved her hands up until they were placed in his thick hair again.
Roman slightly leaned back from her and cupped her breasts with his hands, molding and reshaping them with vigorous satisfaction. Kristen breathlessly watched him with her lips slightly parted. The sight of his hands on her was truly one of the most fascinating sights in the world.
Roman lifted her heaving breasts, put his open mouth over them, and hovered, his hot breath tickling her skin. He devilishly looked up at her and firmly flicked his tongue over her left nipple, immediately doing the same dance with the right. He went back and forth between them as his eyes held hers. Still looking at her, he opened his mouth wide to accommodate their size and began sucking them at once. He suckled them loudly and greedily as he squeezed them in his hands and rotated them in his mouth.
If she thought him touching and kissing her body felt good before what he was doing now was like electricity coursing through her veins. She felt like she was being shocked multiple times in a row. She had never experienced anything like it in her life. Being with a man was different indeed. His tongue was talented, punishing, and excruciating. His love-making was so deeply passionate and intense it made her entire body vibrate and come alive. Her pussy was beyond wet and contracting like a heartbeat. The noises falling from her mouth didn’t sound human.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and roughly pulled. “Please Roman,” she tearfully whispered. “Please.”
A low noise surfaced from Roman’s mouth as he pulled away from her wet breasts with a loud pop. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he put his hand between her legs and cupped her swollen heat. Kristen wantonly murmured and slightly bended her leg, opening herself wider to him. He parted her panties to the side and gently stroked the slick skin beneath. He sensuously rubbed on her clit with his thumb. His eyes narrowed sexily, watching her reaction. Her eyes fluttered, fluttered again, and then closed… She softly moaned and rotated her hips in rhythm with his finger.
His right hand was resting beside her head on the wall and she slightly turned, licking his hand. He bended his thumb to her mouth and she sucked the soft skin, moaning… The feel of his fingers between her legs was almost too much to bear. Roman pulled his thumb from her mouth and ran the same hand over her breasts and flat stomach, watching her, his eyes filled with so many emotions it made her heart beat that much faster.
“If you don’t stop me now,” he softly warned, “I will continue. In a few minutes I might not be able to stop.”
K
risten desperately gazed into his eyes. “I don’t want you to.”
His long lashes lowered as he tilted his head to hers. He stole her lips in a tongue-thrusting kiss as he ran his hands over her perfect hips. She gripped his damp shirt with her fingers, pulling him closer to her.
Roman unbuckled her bra, letting it drop. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. He gripped her ass with his fingers and effortlessly lifted her, his hands possessively cradling the roundness of her hips. With his lips still pressed to hers he carried her into the living-room. He dropped her on the part of the couch closest to the window by the balcony and stood up, lifting his shirt over his head. His eyes heatedly locked on hers as he lifted her dainty feet one by one and slid off her sandals.
Kristen lay back against the couch with her hands on either side of her head. Her virginal eyes greedily took him in, lustfully drifting over the perfection of him. The chest hair she’d been fantasizing about was smooth and lay flat over much of his chest, down to his stomach and stopped just above his buckled pants. His pecs were broad and muscular; his nipples bronze and small. He was perfect. More perfect than she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of him looked like.
She dazedly looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust, her breathing light and choppy. She bit her lip as his eyes peered into hers; then dropped down to her panties.
Roman placed his hand to her panties and seamlessly ripped the silk material, drawing a gasp of surprise from her lips. His heated eyes focused on the small triangle of light-brown curls on her pussy and he hungrily licked his lips. He nudged his leg against her knees.
“Open baby,” he huskily commanded.
Shaking, Kristen did as she was told and opened wide; giving him a tasty view of her pretty, pink pussy. The moonlight sifting in through the open windows mixed with the dim mood lights streaming from the ceiling above gave him a perfect view.
“Got-damn,” he lustfully sighed.
Kristen deliriously moaned and struggled to stay still under the heat of his gaze. The weight of her desire for him was so strong she couldn’t even sit up straight. She collapsed against the couch, her arms stretched out at the sides; her fists tightly clenched as she vulnerably sat there. Open. Heaving. Waiting.
“I’ve been day-dreaming about what you taste like all day,” he growled, getting down on his knees. He looked up at her and bent his head, pressing his anxious tongue against her quivering flesh.
Unable to take it, Kristen threw her head back against the couch, closed her eyes and arched her back, loudly crying out to the ceiling. Roman placed his hands beneath her thick bottom and arched her pussy to his ardent mouth, diving in like a man that hadn’t been fed in days.
Kristen kept her arms out to the side, gripped the soft cushions of the couch with her fingers, and surrendered her body to him completely, lost in an endless fog of erotic nirvana as Roman Dean did things with his mouth and tongue to her pussy that she’d been dreaming about for years.
Chapter 16
Morning nature awoke Kristen in the wee hours of the morning. She frowned and squeezed her legs together, not wanting to move. The bed felt so good and warm and she knew the minute she got up, the cold from the blistering air conditioner would send her body into shock. She was blissfully drained. For a few minutes she just lay there, staring out into the darkness in the hallway. The entire apartment was swarmed in darkness. Roman had turned off all the lights before they’d gone to bed. She remembered she used to be afraid of the dark when she was a little girl but the older she’d gotten, she found it to be comforting.
She slowly turned on her back and sleepily gazed up at the skylights. The rain was still falling from the sky, forming small puddles on the skylight before they spread out and dripped down over the sides. The wind was howling outside and the power of it made the windows slightly rattle. The sounds of nature were almost poetic in that moment, just like they’d been earlier when she and Roman had taken their “relationship” to an intimate level.
Blinking away sleep, Kristen turned her head to her left and felt her heart soar at the sight of Roman lying beside her. He was lying on his back. One of his arms was behind his head while the other rested on his stomach. The moonlight sifted in through the windows, high-lighting his masculine perfection. The man was enviably beautiful even while he slept. It didn’t make any sense for someone to be that gorgeous. She wanted to savor the moment. She wanted to snuggle under him, hold him, put her face in his neck and inhale him. She wanted to hold him tight and never let him go. She still couldn’t believe she’d made love to him. Roman Dean, the man of her dreams. Roman Dean had taken her virginity. Roman Dean had made love to her, several times. She was unofficially his. Least, that’s the way she saw it. She didn’t want to think about leaving tomorrow. She didn’t want to think about what it meant or didn’t mean to him. She was happy. So happy she wanted to cry.
Kristen quietly turned on her side towards him and placed her hand against her head, studying him. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. His mouth was partially open as he snored lightly. She was relieved he wasn’t a heavy snorer. She hoped she hadn’t snored in her sleep. Joy liked to tease her and tell her she sounded like a chain saw when she slept. She prayed that wasn’t true.
Missing him, she leaned over to him and listened to him breathing, then placed her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. She decided his heartbeat would be her favorite song for the rest of her life.
Fearing she wouldn’t be able to hold her urine much longer, Kristen threw her bare legs over her side of the bed and stretched languidly. She got up and felt her way to the bathroom, grimacing slightly at the dull soreness between her legs. Roman had seriously put a hurting on her pussy. But it had all been worth it.
She grinned foolishly in the dark and tried not to trip and fall over anything on the way to the bathroom. She located the French Doors and pulled one of them open; looking over her shoulder to make sure she hadn’t woken Roman. She closed the door behind her, turned on the light; and then wadded barefoot to the separate toilet area to relieve herself.
She tried not to be horrified at the few droplets of blood she saw on the toilet paper. Joy had told her that might happen whenever she finally had sex. She should have told him she was a virgin; then maybe he would’ve taken things a little easier with her. Being honest with herself, she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the fantastic night they had shared together. Her pussy clenched together at the memory of his punishable dick between her legs. She leaned over and put her hands in her face as her mind teased her with the erotic memories of the night.
She rested on her knees and giggled into her hands, blushing. Roman Dean was a wild man. Beyond wild indeed. He had this image in the public of being this soft-spoken, shy pop star but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Making love to him had shown her that. His vigorous love-making and desperate hunger for her made goose-bumps prickle up on her skin. The sex was so good the memory of it made her squirm sitting on the toilet seat. She had pulled his hair so much tonight she was surprised he wasn’t bald. She was sure there was a lock of his hair somewhere on the floor between the living room and the master bedroom. She had marked his back repeatedly with her nails.
Their fiery personalities combined with sex was purely animalistic. Their lovemaking had been wild and out of control. The sexual tension that had been crackling between them for the past two days had erupted and combusted like a sexual volcano.
She stood up and flushed the toilet, then went to the sink nearest the shower and washed her hands. She stared longingly at the tub and shower, hoping her and Roman could christen it before she left. They had already christened three rooms in his apartment.
Kristen wiggled at the stickiness between her thighs and looked around for a rag. Her body was coated with dried sweat and bodily secretions. Roman had wiped them both dow
n after their second encounter but they’d fallen asleep after the third. She located a set of towels and rags in a closet in the bathroom and thought about taking a shower but she didn’t want to take one without him. She wanted to have that experience. She wanted those dirty fantasies she’d had earlier about that sexy shower to come true.
She took the rag and towel to the sink with the make-up counter, turned on the water, took a quick bird bath and dried herself off. She folded the rag and towel; then placed them on the counter. She stared at her naked reflection in the mirror and blushed at how wild and wanton she looked. Her brown eyes were wild, feral, and wide. Her hair was all other the place. There were several love bites on her shoulders, neck, stomach, and breasts. She glanced down at her thighs and weren’t surprised to see a few on the inner parts of both of them. She was more than sure there were some on her back and ass. Maybe even inside her pussy. Roman couldn’t stay off of it. He loved going down on her. It was almost like he was obsessed with it. They had made love three times and he had gone down on her each time, not stopping until she’d released her sweetness in his mouth. She lost count of how many times she’d orgasmed that night.
She was almost embarrassed by how much noise she’d made; how loud she’d been. Every time he pulled an orgasm out of her it was like someone was reaching inside of her and pulling her insides out. That’s how powerful they were. They felt so good she literally screamed each time she came, sometimes more than once. Roman seemed to delight in her cries and did everything in his power to keep them coming. Not that he needed to try that hard. The man seemed to know what to do and how to do it without her even having to tell him.
His thrusts had been powerful, deep, and hard. Each time he entered her body, she literally had to hold her breath. The first time she hadn’t been able to take all of him in and it was still difficult by the second time but by the third time she had almost grown accustomed to his large size. She relished him putting his hands under her ass and arching her body to his. His body felt hard and strong against her soft one. He loved watching her breasts while he moved inside of her, delighting in their jiggle, especially when he moved faster.
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