Page 31 of Roman Blake
That was my answer.
I slid my hand from her hip up to her jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek as I leaned in. This time, I did not stop.
When my mouth met hers, it felt like finally.
She tasted like the remnants of wine and something sweet that was all her.
She kissed me back almost immediately, no hesitation once that first line was crossed. Her hand came up to my chest, then my neck, fingers curling into my skin like she was pulling me closer without realizing it.
I let myself feel it.
The way she melted into me. The way her soft little sounds slipped out between kisses. The way her body shifted, one of her legs sliding over mine like it was the most natural move in the world.
My self-control thinned fast.
I deepened the kiss, angling my head to get more of her, my hand sliding down the curve of her back. She made this low sound in her throat that hit me straight in my chest and lower.
“Roman,” she breathed against my mouth.
“Yeah,” I said, my forehead resting against hers for a second.
Her eyes were a little hazy now, her lips slightly swollen, her breathing uneven.
“Tell me to stop,” I said again, voice rough.
She shook her head the slightest bit. “I don’t want to.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I stood, pulling her up with me, keeping my hands on her so she did not wobble. I searched her face one more time for any sign of doubt.
All I saw was want.
So I led her toward the bedroom.
Every step felt like crossing another invisible line, and I knew there was no going back from this. Not for me.
When we got to the bed, she looked at me like she was still a little unsure… not about wanting me, but about herself, about what this meant.
I stepped in close, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her slower this time. Softer.
“I got you,” I said against her lips.
Her hands slid up my chest, hooking around my neck as she kissed me back like she believed me.
The rest of it was a blur of heat and softness and the kind of need I had not felt in a long time.
I was careful with her, even when it got intense.
Every sound she made, every little flinch, every breath… I paid attention to all of it.
I wanted her to feel wanted and safe even in the middle of all the hunger, I was still there. Still aware. Still holding her and kissing all over her body softly. Lately I had been just fucking and ducking bitches, but with Melissa I wanted to make love and that was exactly what was going down. I continued to look into her eyes while I eased down her body. And ended up at her navel where I placed softer kisses in a circular motion before stopping to look down at her pretty pussy. The sight of it turned me on even more which made me jump right in tongue first. I licked kissed sucked and enjoyed the sweet taste of her wetness. I knew she was enjoying every bit of this because, at some point, her fingers dug into my shoulders and she said my name in a way that snatched the air out of my lungs. Not angry. Not annoyed, but needy and trusting. That shit right there did some shit to me. Once I brought her to her first climax with my tongue. I made my way back up to her face stared in her eyes and kissed her hungrily before I eased my erection in her wetness. I could see the little wince in her eyes. “Are you good? Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head no and I just took my time until I was all the way in. Once I was in her pussy gripped my shit like it wasmade just for her. I knew Melissa was going to be a problem, but I also knew something worth having didn’t come easy. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and started moving in and out of her in a slow motion making sure to hit every spot she had. I was just learning her, but the way she was wetting my dick up I already knew I was hitting every spot right.
“Damn Melissa,” I moaned out in pleasure feeling my nut rise. I was about to ask her to cum with me, but the way her body shook. I already knew she was climaxing causing me to cum right behind her.
By the time it was over and we were both laid out, breathing heavy in the dark, I knew exactly what I had done to myself. I had crossed a line I could not uncross.
Melissa was on her side facing away from me, one hand tucked under her cheek, her breathing starting to slow. I reached out and slid my arm around her waist without even thinking about it.
