Chapter 16
Lexi
Roman leads me from the living room, down a short hall to the right of the front door and to the master bedroom. He admitted to me over dinner that when he bought this house he offered a significant amount over the asking price to include all of the existing furniture and decor. The sellers hopped all over that and Roman got a very nice, fully decorated and furnished house. I suspect he really was keen on doing that because the decor is more on the masculine, or at least gender-neutral, side.
His bedroom walls are done in a rich chocolate color with palm tree prints on the walls. His bed is a massive sleigh design that sits high up off the floor and has a matching dresser on one wall and an entertainment unit on the other that holds a spectacularly huge TV. The floors are a dark hardwood and the rug underneath has a gold and brown striped design, while his comforter is in a rich, deep red with matching shams. The only thing that gives the room away as potentially belonging to a bachelor is the fact his bed is unmade, and I get a little tingle of anticipation as I see the golden colored sheets appear to be satin.
Dropping my hand as soon as we enter the room, Roman turns toward a pair of matching chairs in front of a window where the wooden blinds are pulled closed. They’re separated by a small round table with a lamp, which he turns on.
“Flip that overhead light off, Lex,” he says softly, and I like that little nickname a lot.
I take a few steps back to the switch by the door and do as he requested, which causes the room to dim with the only light coming from the table lamp now. It’s actually a lovely, romantic glow, and it makes me wonder if tonight is about romance or just pure release.
I suspect maybe both, as I’m still feeling the butterflies over Roman offering to slow things down.
Roman turns to look at me, and his voice is gruff when he says, “You’re an adventurer, Lexi. I’ve learned that much about you. I want to put that to the test.”
My skin immediately tightens and a low throb starts between my legs. I lick my lips and ask huskily, “What did you have in mind?”
Giving me a dark smile, Roman steps back and sits down on one of the chairs. He spreads his legs out in front of him and there’s enough glow from the lamp that I can easily see his huge erection outlined through his jeans. Resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, he clasps his hands over his stomach and says, “I want to watch you.”
“Watch me do what?” I whisper.
“I want to watch you,” he repeats, and just by the sexual rumble in his voice, the meaning is clear. He wants to watch me do whatever I want to do, and he intends to enjoy it.
Oh wow.
My skin now starts to tingle and my heart starts thumping erratically. I’m not shy in the bedroom and I’m confident in myself, but I’m not going to lie…the pressure is a little overwhelming, because I want Roman to really, really like what I show him.
I’ll die if I let him down.
“Don’t,” he says softly as he sits up a little in the chair to lean forward.
“Don’t what?” I ask in surprise at his command, as I hadn’t even made a move yet. Haven’t even decided what to do.
“Don’t get inside your head. Trust me…I will love it if you choose to sit your pretty ass on that bed fully clothed and just sing to me.”
My heart stops its frantic thump and immediately starts to melt over his words and the way he’s solemnly watching me right now.
“Okay,” I whisper to him, my hands immediately going to the hem of my sweater. I have a brief glimpse of Roman relaxing back into his chair while his eyes roam over me before it’s blocked by my sweater coming off.
I’d worn a simple black cotton camisole under the sweater and hadn’t bothered with a bra because I don’t have the biggest boobs in the world. But I can feel my nipples are erect and feel oversensitive against the soft material covering them. I leave the cami alone, though, instead choosing to walk across the room to where Roman sits.
His eyebrows rise in surprise as I step between his legs before turning to sit on one of his strong thighs, using him as a perch. Leveraging myself with one hand on his chest—which is warm, rising and falling deeply under my touch—I bend over to daintily pull first one, then the other sock off.
Once my socks are off, I rise off his leg just enough to push my leggings past my hips and thighs, and when they get to my knees, I sit back on his leg so I can pull them all the way off without having to hop around like a fool.
“I like having you undress like this,” Roman says in a deep rumble. “So close to me I can feel your heat.”
My head turns to look at him, and I wish I hadn’t, because his expression is so fiercely needful that I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be able to fulfill his fantasies.
I need space to calm my frantic pulse, so I push off his leg, lifting a hand and letting my fingertips trail briefly against his jaw as I walk to the bed. Although I can’t see him, I feel the weight of Roman’s eyes pinned to my ass, which is barely covered by a pair of dove-gray satin panties with lace trim.
So of course I sway my hips as I cross to his bed and then climb up on top, pushing the comforter that’s balled up on the lower half of the bed all the way off so there’s nothing obstructing Roman’s view of me.
I come to my knees as I turn toward Roman, whose eyes are lasered onto me. I slide my fingertips up my thighs, past my hips. My intent is to give him a slow show, drive him crazy in incremental moments. Build him up until he becomes wild for me, just as I sensed he was out on the couch.
I grab the edge of my camisole that comes down just past the edge of the waistband of my panties and pull it up a few inches so he gets a peek at my stomach. With my other hand, I let my fingertips flirt with the satin covering the front of my mound, snaking them up to the elastic edge. Roman’s eyes glitter in the lamplight and he sits up in his chair, leaning forward as if to get a better view.
My further intent is to dive my hand down, burrow it deep inside and let Roman imagine what my hand is doing underneath that satin, but I’m shocked when he lunges from the chair and in one large stride he’s up on the bed and I’m underneath him, flat on my back. My breath huffs out in surprise, my legs automatically parting for him to settle against me. Roman looms over me, his large body tensed as his hands press down into the mattress at my shoulders.
“I thought you wanted to watch me,” I whisper as I bring my hands to his chest, where I can feel the thunder of his heart against my palms.
“I did,” he growls, looking slightly vexed. “But apparently have I no fucking self-control where you’re concerned.”
“Well, if it helps,” I tell him with a brash smile, “it’s a total turn-on the way you jumped on me.”
His return smile is a little stiff, and I realize that he’s still struggling for some control. He pushes off the mattress, coming to his knees, and reaches into his back pocket. Out comes his wallet and he fishes out a condom, tossing the wallet to the floor and the foil packet onto the bed next to me.
Roman sits back on his haunches and studies me a moment, his eyes slowly traveling down to my chest. He reaches out with one hand, turns it, and grazes a knuckle over one of my nipples. A punch of lust hits me hard between my legs and I moan over the slight touch, silently begging for him to give me more.
His gaze slowly travels back up and he leans over me, palms now to the mattress by my head. Roman’s head descends and my mouth is already open when his meets mine. He kisses me so deeply my entire body shudders, and I vaguely feel his hands slide from the bed to my shoulders, fingers moving inward to the base of my collarbone.
I’m sunk so deep into our kiss, his tongue stroking mine with surety, that I barely comprehend his hands grabbing onto the neckline of my camisole.
R-i-i-i-p!
Roman rears up off me and I’m stunned to see him looking down at me in triumph with my cotton camisole split down the middle and now lying at my side.
“I can’t believe you just ripped my cami,” I say indignantly, although truth be told, that was hot as hell.
That scoundrel grins at me, then his eyes slide down to my breasts, followed by his hands as they palm each one before squeezing them. “Told you I have no control where you’re concerned.”
“You owe me a new cami,” I say on a gasp as he pinches a nipple, causing me to moan his name. “Roman.”
“I like that,” he murmurs as his eyes rise back up to mine. “You moaning my name. Let’s see how many more times I can get you to do that.”
A vicious cramp of desire hits me square between the legs and I silently beg him to rip my panties off the same exact way.
But he doesn’t, instead choosing to stretch out on top of me and start right back at the top again, just kissing me.
Time has no meaning as our mouths explore and our hands tentatively grasp each other. Somewhere in there, during the lost minutes—perhaps hours—Roman’s clothes come off and he even removes the shreds of my cami along with my panties.
With our breathing getting heavier and our touches getting bolder, I get to a point where I just can’t take any more of this foreplay.
“Roman,” I gasp into the air, my back arching off the bed as his mouth closes over my nipple. My fingers are deep into his hair and I give a little tug. “Will you fuck me already?”
He chuckles, the vibrations spreading away from my nipple, and he lifts his head up to look at me. “Láska…I’ll get there soon enough.”
Láska? I have no clue what that means, but it’s lovely.
But then I don’t care what it means, because finally Roman puts his hand between my legs and slides a finger gently but deeply into me.
“Roman,” I moan.
“That’s right,” he growls as he pulls his finger out and adds another, pressing in deep and keeping them there. “Now I’m going to make you come, Lexi.”
Holding himself up over me with his weight on one elbow, Roman proceeds to use his fingers between my legs to drive me to almost desperate need. His face looms right over mine, refusing to kiss me but preferring to watch every nuance of pleasure on my face while he drives me to an embarrassingly quick orgasm.
My back arches again off the bed and my breath, which I’d been holding deep in my lungs, hisses out from between my teeth.
“Oh, Roman,” I sigh as I start fall back down to earth and his fingers withdraw.
Leaning down, he brushes his lips across mine before pushing off me and grabbing the lonely condom that’s been lying there for what may be hours.
He opens it with efficient ease, and I try not to think how many times he’s practiced that maneuver. My brain is still fuzzy from my orgasm as I watch him roll the condom onto his cock, which until this point I just haven’t had a chance to get a good look at it.
It makes my mouth water, but that’s for another time.
When my eyes finally lift to Roman’s face, I find him smirking at me, since I was so brazenly admiring his, um…well, his magnificence.
Roman brings his bulk down on top of me once again, but holding most of his weight off me with his strong arms, which bulge with the strain. Then his mouth is back on mine, devouring me once again and causing me to fall prey to his sexual sorcery.
My arms wrap around his neck and my legs spread, rise high, hug his hips as he presses into me. Slowly he slides in. One long, slow plunge into me and it might be the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
I can’t help myself, and I moan right into his mouth as my eyes flutter closed, “Roman.”
I can feel him smile against my mouth, pleased with my reaction, and when he’s planted as deep as he can possibly go, he lifts his head and stares down at me. “I can’t believe we waited this long to do this.”
My normal reaction to Roman and his humor would be to laugh, but I’m feeling too full of anticipation and need to let it take command. So instead, I just open my eyes, give him a lazy smile, and nod. “Lesson learned.”
Leaning down, he kisses me softly then starts to move inside of me.
And I’m blown away by the slow and deliberate pace he pushes upon my body. Everything I’ve come to learn about Roman, particularly after he practically ripped my clothes off, led me to believe our first time would be frantic, maybe even a bit messy. Definitely noisy.
But instead he just slowly moves his length in and out of me, ensuring I can feel every amazing and wonderful inch as he stokes the lust so I’m a burning, writhing, moaning mess who may or may not be practically chanting Roman’s name at this point.
While Roman’s body is seemingly in control, I can tell he’s on the edge, as his eyes seem to rage with the need for release. His breathing is shallow, and he groans every time he sinks into me, almost as if he’s in pain.
When Roman’s head falls and his forehead touches mine, I squeeze my eyes shut and wrap my arms tight around his neck. I think about all the different emotions I’ve seen tonight from this man who likes to laugh at the world, but right now nothing seems funny with what’s transpiring between us.
He strikes at something deep within me, and my second orgasm starts to build. Everything tightens as my fingertips dig into his shoulders, and as if he senses that I’m on the edge and so very close, he pulls back slowly and then punches back in deeper than ever.
“Oooohhhh,” I cry out as my entire body seems to explode. It happens so fast, catches me so off guard, that my body bucks under his huge frame, almost pushing him right out of me.
Roman groans in appreciation as I ripple and spasm all around him. His head pulls up, he places his cheek against mine, and with one more solid push into me, he grinds his hips down and whispers, “I’m going to come.”
And he does, first with the muscles in his back and shoulders tightening up, and then with his head thrown back so I have an up-close view of his corded neck muscles straining as he looks up to the ceiling and groans, “Fuck, I’m coming.”
He shudders, grits his teeth, and grinds harder into me, finally dropping his head but not before I notice a hazy film of complete euphoria over his eyes. His head tilts slightly, and his beautiful face almost transforms right before me as he lets go of the almost druggedlike sensation of expended passion, and his eyes start to clear. He looks at me with fascination, as if he can’t believe what just happened between us, and all I can do is smile at him and say, “I know. I felt it too.”