Still stroking her feet, he looked up at her with a raised brow. “By showing him exactly what he is missing out on?”
“No! Yes—maybe,” she begrudgingly admitted. “But mostly to have him go back and tell my mom and dad like I know he will about my new lease on life.”
“Which is?” he urged, moving to massage her other foot.
"Roman," she whined, trying to pull back her feet, but he held them firm and stared back at her with seemingly all the patience in the world. Sighing, she used both arms to hug around her chest. “I really planned on telling you all of this in a much better circumstance.”
“Then you should have thought of that fact earlier,” he quipped happily. “If it helps, I already know of your transition to Ephemeral and your new principal title.”
Annoyed, she pouted at him. “I told you not to look.”
He ignored that. “What did you want Dev to tell your parents?”
Shrugging, she looked away as she answered. “Just that I quit my pursuit of my master’s degree and my life will be ran my way from now on.”
“And how is that?”
Remembering what she said, she turned back and gave Roman a sly look. “I believe I told him sex, fast cars, and scandal.”
His stroking hands on her feet stopped, and now he was the one looking at her with the mischievous gleam. “All three are my specialty.”
Relief flooded her as she held his gaze for a moment, feeling emboldened by it. Smiling, she lifted her arms from her chest and leaned back onto both hands, pushing her breasts up high. "Exactly."
Roman let out a low rumble of approval in his chest as he lowered her legs down to the floor, parting them. Kneeling in between her legs, Roman glided his hands up her calves and to her thighs. Her breath hitched as they both watched his fingers catch on the hem of her panties, pulling them slowly down and off her legs. Completely naked in front of him, Rahina felt herself growing self-conscious again.
Giving her a gentle teasing smile, Roman murmured something under his breath in his language as he lifted to kiss her again.
“What did you say?” she tried to ask under the assault of his kiss. Unlike the others however, this kiss was far more demanding, reaching deeper and forcing more from her as he pushed her flat on to the bed.
Moaning deeply into the kiss, she relished in the feel of his large body on top of hers, pressing her deeper into the covers. Wantonly, she opened her legs to him as she felt his fingers glide to the apex of her thighs and sink into the short, wiry curls. Arching her back, her body grew hotter at the sound of his pleased groan against her lips. Breathless, she renewed her efforts and framed his face with her hands as she stroked her tongue against his, kissing him with a frantic need.
“Rahina,” he whispered in either a warning or need, she could not tell. She was too lost in the feeling of his fingers lightly petting and brushing just above her clit.
It was driving her crazy, she wanted more of his touch, but each time she lifted her hips, Roman only moved his hand out of reach.
“Please,” she mewled into his lips.
Pulling away from her, his gray eyes reminded her of lightning streaking across a dark sky, the energy behind them was something she never seen before. Her breasts felt heavy and tender in response. Watching him snatch off his jacket and shirt, Roman left his pants on as he kneeled back between her bent legs. Frissons of heat thumped through her as she realized what he was going to do. Grabbing her knees, he pulled her further down before placing each one over his thick tattooed shoulders.
Embarrassed at his current view of her, Rahina didn’t know what to do with herself for a long few seconds. The tender kiss to her clit stole both her breath and a portion of her soul. Clenching his shoulders between her legs, Rahina cried out shakily as he repeated the tortuously soft kisses. Looking down at him, past her naked breasts and quivering stomach, Roman looked up from between the black triangle of curls and met her gaze—and grinned. Never taking his eyes from hers, he turned his head and placed a kiss on the inside of her left thigh along the inner seam of her legs where the curls began, before turning and placing another on her delicate folds. Clutching the sheets in her hands, her body began to tremble as he hovered back over the spot she needed. Looking back down, he used one hand and parted her flesh, revealing the swollen pearl of nerves fully to him. Ignoring her desperate whimper, he began to tease her, placing small evil kisses around the tiny nub but never quite touching it, until she was gasping and crying his name.
With one last mean smile, he took pity on her and covered the small bud with the heat of his mouth, sucking it in between his teeth. Rahina cried out as his tongue gently batted her clit back and forth, wringing her voice from her throat. Repositioning her legs, she felt his hands grab the back of her knees and push them higher, spreading her with indecent savagery as he feasted. The sounds from his mouth and her desperate moans filled the silent room. Urging her higher against his mouth, Roman swirled his tongue and teased a finger at the opening of her entrance until she felt the wild heat of the building pleasure crash into her, letting out a piercing cry she shook against him. Even as the last exquisite tremor faded and her dazed mind slipped out of reality, she felt his mouth still gently suckling against her, slowly working her spent body back down.
Rahina had never felt like this before. It felt as if she was lost in a hazy pink sea and only vaguely could she hear the rustle of clothing.
The grip on her hips brought her to focus from her daze. Roman turned her over to lie on her stomach.
“Get on your knees," he ordered from behind her.
Feeling suddenly apprehensive, she pushed herself upward just enough to turn and look over her shoulder. "Can’t we just do it normally for the first time,” her voice sounded small but dried in her throat as she realized he was now completely naked.
He was more than anything she had ever imagined. Built like a titan, Roman stood over her, his naked tattooed body brimming with power. Naturally, her eyes dropped to the jutting length protruding from between his legs and her body shrank away from it. Uncircumcised, it hung heavy and thick, bobbing gently with each movement.
Roman murmured something in his own language forcing her to tear her eyes from his cock, smirking cruelly at her he reached for her ass and began rubbing it appreciatively while his other hand began to stroke the smooth length of her back.
“Wait, please talk to me,” she said, her breath catching as she felt the brush of his length on the back of her thighs.
Leaning down until he was directly above her, both of their naked bodies parallel, he whispered. “No more waiting.”
Gripping her hips on either side, he picked her up, forcing her to her hands and knees. Reaching over he grabbed the pillows one by one, pushing them beneath her stomach until they formed a large mound beneath her keeping her hips high off the bed. Aroused and afraid, she tried to look behind her, hearing noises from him rummaging through the nightstand drawer.
“Roman, please, I don't think...” she pleaded.
Again, he caressed both of her ass cheeks, enjoying their shape in his hands. “Shh, hold onto the edge of the bed,” he ordered gently.
Feeling him pushing the back of her head further onto the bed, Rahina bit her lip as her hips naturally inclined more for him. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could feel it. She could feel his warm hand gliding down her slick folds before parting her for entry. Rahina braced herself.
Thick and unforgiving she felt the hot flesh of his cock push into her small opening, both of them groaning at the feeling. Again, he said something in Russian as he inched deeper, his hands flexing against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks.
“Please, Roman, I can’t understand you," she cried. Normally, she loved to hear him speak Russian, but now, in this moment like this, she felt separated—used even.
His grip materialized in her hair, grabbing her and hauling her upright despite her stinging cry of protest. She could feel the bur
n of his too large cock impale her deeper at the change in position. Reaching for his hand in her hair, she felt his other arm slide over her chest just above her breasts and bar her to him while his grip in her hair began to massage the scalp he just tugged at.
Turning her head to him, her eyes widened at the look in his eyes. Bright and chaotic, his gray eyes were glowing with a burning need that told her nothing she said or did would make him stop. The arm over her chest slid down until he palmed one breast, tugging and pinching at her velvety nipple as he stared at her.
“Roman, I don't think I like this,” she whimpered. She was so nervous and so aroused at the same time, all she wanted to do was stop for a moment and talk this out. Maybe if she knew what he planned, she could follow along better.
"I have dreamt of this," he groaned into her ear as if he didn't hear her. "But the feel of you around my cock is something I could have never imagined."
Moving his hips again, her breath caught at the burning, stretching feeling.
A glimmer of understanding passed through his eyes. "Do not worry,” he kissed her lightly on the lips, keeping his hips blessedly still. “I will make it better for you.”
Pressing something rubbery and bumpy against her, Rahina startled at the unexpected buzzing vibrations against her still-swollen clit. In slow circles, he moved the little toy around her sensitive clit as he pulled her into a gentle kiss. Reaching her arm back, she sighed a small moan into his mouth while her hand ran through his cropped dark hair. They could both feel his incredibly thick cock slip further inside her moistening passage.
Breaking the kiss, Roman pushed her head back down onto the mattress. “Hold on to the edge of the bed,” he ground out.
Complying, her body quivered as she felt him pull his hips back.
Thrusting himself heavily into her warmth, Roman let out a deep guttural groan as he seated himself to the base inside her. Giving her no time to adjust, he grabbed her hips with bruising force and pulled himself out nearly to the tip before slamming back in again. Her shrieks from the assault only spurred the man faster. She felt used as her body jostled violently on the bed. Staring at her own clenched fists on the edge of the bed, Rahina closed her eyes and moaned at the building fire within her. With each rock of his hips, her clit slid along the vibrating rubbery bumps he held back against her. His grunts became deeper above her, and his thrusts began to surge in slow long lunges. The vibrations increased to a frenzied speed pushing her over the edge. Her vision blurred as ripples of mind-melting euphoria pulsed through her body. Behind her, she heard Roman’s deep shout as his hips jerked inside of her, spurting ropes of hot seed against her womb.
For a time neither of them moved both trying to catch their breath. After a few minutes, she felt Roman step away, sliding out of her upturned entrance.
“You look so fucking good with my cum dripping out of you," He murmured.
A small kernel of shame formed in her stomach as she pried her stiff hands from off the edge of the bed. She had never done anything like that before. It was odd how erotic and scary it felt.
Walking around to her, Roman stopped directly in front of her, not at all ashamed at the position of his now softening cock inches from her face. Pushing herself upward a bit, using the mattress as leverage, she looked at his expectant eyes questioningly.
"Now clean me off, baby."
Like a whip, the meaning of his words hit her with stunning force. Looking at his still glistening cock, she looked back up, his eyes unwavering. Heat pooled again between her thighs and she could hardly believe her reaction to this treatment. Taking him in hand, she felt out of control and a little degraded as she opened her mouth to him, but she couldn't deny the liquid warmth he caused inside of her, somehow forcing her body to ready itself again. Licking around the base, and pumping him gently into her mouth until she could only take so much of the fat organ, she sucked him clean. Rahina marveled at his cock hardening once again and looked up at him in shock for confirmation.
"Are you..." Surely, he did not mean to.
Roman grinned. "Going to fuck you again?" He tenderly stroked her face. "Yes sweetheart, now spread your legs."
Chapter 18
He rode her for what felt like hours, never letting her move from that position, each time coming back around to use her throat to clean him off. His words to her grew baser with each round, but it was her own responses that shocked her. Holding her head with both hands, he pumped his hips forward into her mouth, watching her with hooded eyes as she throated his length with teary eyes.
"Mmm baby, where should I come next? You want me to fill up your pussy again or your throat this time?" he purred as he pumped into her, wiping away a fallen tear from her cheek.
Gasping as he pulled from her mouth, allowing her much needed oxygen, she answered in an unrecognizable voice. "My throat,” her voice was hoarse. “Cum in my throat."
He groaned something in his language before sliding his eager bobbing cock back into her mouth and picking up speed. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat over and over again until finally, his hands in her hair tightened and his cock swelled, releasing the warmth of his seed down her throat.
She never had time to let any more of the inevitable thoughts of shame sink in once they both eventually tired. Picking her up into his arms, Roman carried her to the large walk-in shower. With gentle attentiveness, he bathed her body. Looking into his eyes, she could see they no longer held the traces of bright wild hunger. It was as if a switch had been hit and the beast was locked back in his cage—satiated. Taking complete control of her bathing, Roman washed and dried her before taking her back to the bed. Setting her on the bed, he instructed her to lay down as he grabbed her lotion off the nightstand.
"You don't have to, I can do it," she laughed softly as he snatched back the bottle of lotion from her hands. Only wearing a t-shirt, she was leaning against the pillows while Roman sat at her side in a pair of boxer briefs.
"I will do it, lay down flat onto your stomach," he instructed, rubbing the lotion on both hands he held them up like an ER doctor going in for surgery.
Complying with a laugh, she turned and laid onto her stomach. The feeling of his warm hands against her feet made her sigh. They were silent for the longest moments, only the sound of his thorough hands sliding against her skin existed between them.
With her cheek pressed into the pillow she was clutching, Rahina felt the sudden urge to be completely honest. "I’m pretty sure I never had an orgasm before tonight," she admitted quietly.
His hands paused.
"I mean I tried before," she went on nervously. "And for a while there I convinced myself maybe I was experiencing them and maybe the rest of the world was just overhyping them. But after tonight..." her voice trailed off.
She felt his hands on her hips move again before she felt herself being turned over. With his hands part of the way up her shirt, exposing her lower half to him and her breasts just inches above his bracketing hands, Rahina felt completely at his mercy in this position. But she didn't have to worry, she could see that her demonic Roman was gone for the night and above her staring down at her was her normal teasing Roman.
"Do you want me to fuck you again?” he muttered, looking down at her nipples poking into the shirt fabric longingly. “Because I will Rahina, there is no need to stroke my ego."
Laughing, she speared her fingers through his hair. "No, I was just telling you because...I wanted to be honest with you. I never had sex like that before. It was a little scary, but I really liked it."
Dropping his head to her breasts, Roman let out a groan. “I cannot remember the last time I have cum so damn much. You made me feel fifteen again when I could beat my dick for days straight.”
Shaking with laughter at the image, her heart soared as he laughed too.
She wasn’t sure when they fell asleep, but she was very aware when she woke up.
Laying on her back beneath the covers, Rahina felt a large, w
arm hand settle on her stomach. Opening her eyes, the darkness of the room had yet to familiarize itself as the hand smoothed its way down to cup the small patch of springy curls between her legs. Running his fingers through the trimmed curls, he stroked her softly, tenderly. The bed shifted beneath her, and she felt his hand pull her chin towards him. Blinking she registered his shadowed face in the dark before his mouth covered hers.
The kiss enveloped her telling her what words couldn't; nothing mattered besides this moment, she was with him now. His biceps curled and hardened into steel beneath her clutching fingers as he lifted his hips above hers. Instinctively, her legs parted wider beneath him as she felt the heat of his stiff erection graze across her stomach and thighs before gliding along her small thatch of curls and resting against her wet heat. Tightening her grip around his arms, she shared a breathless look with him as she tilted her hips towards him, silently begging for more. Smoothly his body shifted above hers with very little effort as he pushed himself without pause inside of her, letting out a deep groan as she gasped.
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