Page 35 of Teaching Roman

He caught his dick in his hand and winked. “This?”

“Definitely not that,” I said.

“I’m going to have to get a professorship at Berkley if you want me to teach in the buff,” he said dryly.

“Wait until the administration sees the enrollment for your class.” I licked my lips as he walked slowly toward me. “They’ll want all the instructors to adopt your dress code.”

“That might be unfortunate,” Roman pointed out, grabbing hold of my waist and swinging me in a large circle before gathering me close to him. I giggled as the light-headed ecstasy of simply being with him washed over me. I didn’t even protest when he pushed us out further into the water.

“I’ve got you,” he promised in a low voice and a thrill ran through me.

Gentle waves lapped against our bare skin, and moonlight reflected in his eyes. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, but so was the urge to touch him—and here we were stuck in the middle of the ocean.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“That our heads are still above water,” I whispered and then my mouth was on his. He responded with the same hungry desperation, deepening the kiss and sucking my tongue into his mouth with enough force to make me dizzy. Roman’s hand slid under my ass, the other stayed around my waist, holding me steady. He lifted me out of the water and I circled my legs around his hips, feeling has hardness pressing into my stomach. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pushed up until I was hovering over him.

“Should we?” He let the question hang in the air.

Jess Stone would have a definite opinion on going bareback in the middle of the freaking Pacific Ocean, but she was on vacation. And I was all out of restraint.

“As many times as possible,” I confirmed.

Roman didn’t argue with me. My teeth sank into my bottom lip and he slipped inside me. It took some adjustment considering we were in salt water, but a few moments later, I found myself rolling my hips into his. Our mouths collided in a frenzy until Roman dropped his attention to my jawline. His tongue trailed across my chin and down the delicate skin of my throat. When he reached my collarbone, he planted kisses up to my shoulder and sunk his teeth playfully into the curve of my neck. I gasped and my body arched against his as he teased and tortured me.

He pulled away and shook his head. “I need to see you. All of you.”

I didn’t protest as he carried me out of the water. Although I was seriously impressed that he did so without breaking contact. He only did so when he laid me on the beach. The tide rushed around us, but the water was warm and the sand was wet. Roman knelt beside me, running his hand along my thigh. “Mi bella, you are so perfect.” His index finger traced along the curve of my hip, up my navel, and came to rest between my breasts. “I’m pretty sure that I’m living every adolescent fantasy I ever had as a teenager.”

I spread my legs wider and blew him a kiss. “Make Past-Roman proud.”

He grinned as he dropped his mouth to my belly button. His tongue started along the path his finger had recently drawn, but in reverse. And in that moment, I was certain there was a god and heaven, because as he pressed his lips between my legs, stroking tenderly but powerfully across me with his tongue, I’d gone there. There was nothing to grab hold of on the beach, so my hands found his hair. I caught it in my fingers and held on as he continued his oral onslaught. My hips bucked against his mouth as he plunged inside me. I hoped someday he wrote a poem about this, because it was worthy of immortality.

My muscles tightened, pleasure pooling in my core, and then it burst into a million pieces that rolled through me. Tugging him up by his hair, I wove my body around his. Roman cradled me as the final tremors quivered through me. Our eyes met and without a word, he guided himself against me, pushing inside with one quick thrust. It was almost too much, too soon. But I didn’t stop him. Despite the toe-curling orgasm he’d just given me, I needed more. More contact. More connection.

Roman rocked into me. He took his time, encouraging my body with slow, deep strokes until I felt myself swelling in anticipation once more. My eyes clenched shut and I bit into my lip.

“Jessica.” His tone coaxed me to look up at him. “There’s something I need to say. Something I’ll regret.”

But I already knew. Hooking my arm about his neck, I pulled him swiftly to my lips, stopping him before he could say it. Our bodies pressed together, working in rhythm. Skin against skin. Mouth on mouth. Heart to heart. His arms tightened around me as the first ripples trembled through my body, and then there was only Roman. His taste on my mouth, his skin on my own–we were one, body and soul in a memory that could fill a lifetime.

And I hoped it would.