Page 37 of Stay With Me
I pull back enough to look him in the eyes. He’s so damn handsome it hurts.
“What’s going on inside that brilliant mind of yours, Princess?” Roman’s low, husky voice sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitches as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “What are you thinking about?”
“How much I love you.” My voice cracks as I whisper those words. His eyes widen, nostrils flaring like a beast waiting to pounce. “And how much I want to take my mind off everything and just be with you in this moment.”
With both hands, I run my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails along his scalp. His response is a primal groan, his hands tightening on my hips, pushing me down onto his growing thickness as his eyes close in pleasure.
“Let me be the one to worship you,” I whisper, softly brushing my lips across his.
“You can do anything you want with me, Princess. My body, heart, and soul are yours. Only yours.”
His words make my heart swell and then crack. How I wish that could be true.
My fingers tangle in fistfuls of hair, making him groan before bringing my lips back to his.
I kiss him softly, our lips moving together slowly. My body hums, and I need more. Our lips part, and I whimper when my tongue slides in and over his. Roman groans as we explore each other’s mouths.
His taste is addicting. I can’t seem to get enough. The kiss grows more intense, igniting my soul, feeling as if his is fusing to mine. I pay no mind to the tears that start to flow, mixing with our kisses.
My belly cramps with the need quickly growing inside me. I start to grind against his stiff cock, earning a sexy rumble from his chest. But he doesn’t try to take control, letting me do all the work.
Breaking the kiss, we take in a few shuddering breaths. His eyes are glassy with lust, lips swollen and wet from our kisses, with mine no doubt matching his.
He licks his lips but says nothing as I start to unbutton his dress shirt. With every one I pop open, his chest rises and falls quickly. The air tenses around us as I take my time, loving how much my touch affects him.
When the last one is undone, I take a moment to admire his body, running my hands over his sculpted chest and tattoos. He groans, his whole body shuddering. Biting my lip, I smile. “You’re perfect,” he says, breaking the silence as I put my hands on his chest and push, forcing him to lay back on the bed.
“I could say the same about you,” I counter, crawling off his lap. He props himself back on his arms, watching me as I grab at his belt.
His breathing quickens as I take it off and then undo his pants. His cock is pressed tightly against his zipper, begging to be released.
Gripping the waistband of his pants, I pull them down ever so slowly, causing him to groan and bite his lip. “You are killing me, Princess,” he rasps.
I pull them down over his hips, and his cock springs free, slapping his belly. My mouth waters as the dim light of my room makes his cock piercing shine.
Once I get his pants off and tossed to the side, I take a second to let my gaze eat up his sinfully sexy body.
“Ava, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to last when you finally touch me,” he growls. I laugh, loving how impatient he is.
“Be a good daddy, and I’ll make you feel so good,” I purr, running my hands up his thick, muscular thighs.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, closing his eyes and letting himself fall backward onto the bed.
“Open your eyes, Roman,” I whisper.
His eyes snap open just in time to watch me rid myself of my clothes. I take my time with this, too, my heart pounding in my chest with every passing second. My core aches, desperate to be filled by him. The way he looks at me ignites the fire within.
When I toss my panties to the side, they’re soaked. I’m always so needy for him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, his eyes wide with awe and arousal.
My cheeks flush, feeling more exposed to him than I’ve ever been. Unable to handle his intense stare, I crawl over his body and past his head before turning myself around. My knees lie on each side of his face as I straddle his head reverse-cowgirl style.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, gripping my ass cheeks. “Look at this pretty pussy. So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” I breathe, wrapping my hand around his cock. “And you’re dripping for me.” I lick up the puddle of precum that leaks out, then lick what’s left off his tip.
“Shit,” he pants out. “Of course I am. You’re fucking stunning, Princess. So perfect. So mine.”