Page 38 of Stay With Me
I ignore the pang in my chest and lick up the shaft of his cock, then spit on the tip. I use it as lube, rubbing it along his length before sliding it into my mouth. He lets out a long, pained groan that spurs me on.
Tightening my grip on his cock, I suck hard and use both my mouth and hand to pleasure him. I manage to get a few bobs in before he’s shoving his face into my pussy.
I cry out around his length as he starts to feast on me. He licks my folds, cleaning up my current mess, before he starts fucking me with his tongue.
It’s hard to concentrate when his mouth feels so damn fucking good. I moan and whimper as I do my best to suck him.
He doesn’t seem to mind, his cock twitching in my hold every time I make a sound.
Roman eats me out like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he can’t get enough. We work each other over until I’m a shaking mess, unable to hold back anymore.
The burning in my belly explodes, and I cum with a cry around his cock. My pussy spasms, body shaking as my orgasm takes hold. He continues to lick and suck at my core.
There’s no notice from him, only a loud groan against my cunt as his cock erupts in my mouth. He fills me with rope after rope of his cum. I do my best to swallow it all, but my mind is a haze of pleasure.
Some drips down my chin as I pull back, gasping for air.
“Damn it, Princess,” he groans, kissing me on the clit. I jolt from the sensation as I place my forehead against his thigh, giving myself a moment to catch my breath. “You’re going to be the death of me. But what a fucking way to go.”
I laugh, rolling off him. Tuning to face him, he sits up and gives me a sexy grin. Reaching out, he brushes his thumb against the corner of my mouth. “Missed some,” he chuckles before pushing his thumb between my lips.
Eyes locked on his, I suck the digit, swirling my tongue around it, getting every last taste of him that I can.
“Ava,” he says my name like it’s a prayer. Emotion stings the back of my eyes, and I release his thumb with a pop, licking my lips and looking away.
“I’m going to go shower,” I tell him, climbing off the bed. I reach the door and look over my shoulder. “You coming?”
His face lights up, and he’s off the bed in a flash. I squeal with delight as he scoops me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Of course, I’m coming,” he growls, slapping my ass.
Roman tastes me again in the shower, filling the time until he’s able to go again. I scream his name as the hot water beats down on us, cumming all over his face.
He gets to his feet and kisses me like I’m precious.
I try not to cry as he wraps the towel around me before pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head. “I love you,” he murmurs, and I choke back tears.
I want to say it back, but the first time was hard enough. Knowing how this is going to end, I can’t say it back. I just can’t. Even though I do love him. So fucking much it hurts.
He dries my hair, watching me in the mirror. He handles me with such care, and I both love it and hate it.
When we’re done, we head back to my room. It still smells like sex in there, but we don’t bother changing the sheets before falling back into bed, picking up where we left off.
I ride him, slow and deep. The way he looks at me, like I’m his whole world... it’s messing up my insides.
I wish he would stop looking at me like that. I wish he would close his eyes. But he doesn’t. His gaze bores into mine, and I don’t have the power to look away as the tears spill down my cheeks. I feel our souls fusing together and think maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to be together.
Could I survive losing him? Yes, but it would take a long time before I’d be whole again. But the thing is... I don’t want to lose him. I want him. I fucking need him.
So I continue rocking my hips, his cock hitting me in the perfect spot over and over again until I’m coming apart for him. My whole body shudders as I cry out his name, my pussy clamping around his cock, demanding his release over and over again.
He doesn’t cum just yet, fucking me through my climax until I’m a limp mess on top of him. Then he flips us, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around his waist.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pounding into me. “So fucking perfect. God, Princess. This will never be enough. I need more. Always more,” he groans as his cock slides in and out of me, stretching me deliciously.
“Fuck, Ava. I’m close. Fuck, baby, cum with me. One more.”
“I can’t,” I whimper, the fire in my core listening to his demand. But I’m too tired, my body sore from cumming so many times already.
“Yes, you can, Princess. You can take it. You’re such a good fucking girl. Now, cum for me, Ava.”