windows lent enough light to see his silhouette. Roman closed the short distance between us and held me in his arms, his hands resting on my hips.
I licked my lips, looking up into his dark, mesmerizing eyes. He held me captive mentally and physically and I had no desire to escape. His head dipped down slowly until our lips met. The feel of his lips against mine sent a wave of electricity through me. I lost all rational thought; my only focus was on the feel and sensation of his soft lips and velvety tongue invading my mouth. My hands wound their way through Roman's hair as he pushed me back against the wall. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly and it made my knees weak.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked, hoarsely.
My answer was muffled by Roman's lips coming down for another kiss. He placed his hands on my bottom and lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never breaking contact with him. I pointed down the hall towards my bedroom and Roman carried us there.
He kicked opened the door and walked towards the middle of the room where he set me down gently. Roman reached for the tie against his neck and unknotted it, tossing it on the floor. Next he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pulling it up as he did so.
My eyes were glued to him. I licked my lips as my eyes ran over his body, from his handsome face, to his toned chest, to down to his corded abs. They lingered lower, at the large bulge pressing against his pants. He slipped his jacket and shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a soft swoosh.
A part of me almost couldn't believe that Roman Conrad was standing in my bedroom, half naked. He stepped toward me, his arms outstretched. I stood rooted to the spot, almost lost in a trance. When I felt his strong arms wrap around me, it was my undoing. I looked up at him, full of fear, desire, and vulnerability.
Roman seemed to read my thoughts, as he tenderly brushed away a loosened lock of hair against my forehead. I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips against my cheeks, my eyelids, my nose and finally against my mouth. The kiss soon turned more desperate and I found myself wanting to get closer--to feel more of him. Suddenly, he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine, breathing loudly.
"We need to slow down or I'm afraid it will all be over too soon," he said.
"We've got all night," I said, boldly.
He looked at me, his eyes smoldering.
"I've wanted to do this since the first night I saw you," he said.
"Yeah right, I looked a hot mess that evening," I said.
"Mm, I'll never forget how you looked with those hideous glasses that magnified your beautiful green eyes, and the way your magnificent tits almost spilled out of that flimsy top you wore."
"I wasn't spilling out of my top," I argued. I choked on a breath, as I felt my dress loosen and slide down my body exposing my naked breasts.
"You are now," he said a slow smile spreading across his face. Somehow Roman had managed to unzip my dress and tug it down without my noticing.
"I have a feeling you've had a lot of practice at that," I said.
"You are so lovely," he said, gazing at me and ignoring my remark. "Come here."
I stepped out of my dress and kicked off my heels. I was only in my panties as I closed the distance between us. His arms reached out for me; he pulled me against his body and I nestled against his warmth as if I belonged there. The feel of my bare skin rubbing up against his solid chest sent tingles throughout my body.
His hands kneaded and caressed my breasts before being replaced by his skilled tongue. I arched my back and moaned as I felt him nibble my sensitive nipple, and pressed his head harder against me. Then I felt his lips move up my neck, nibbling under my jaw until his lips met mine again in a fiery kiss. I felt like I was floating, transported away on a wave of desire. Suddenly, I realized I was lying on my bed, as my back rubbed up against the soft cotton comforter. Roman was
I licked my lips, looking up into his dark, mesmerizing eyes. He held me captive mentally and physically and I had no desire to escape. His head dipped down slowly until our lips met. The feel of his lips against mine sent a wave of electricity through me. I lost all rational thought; my only focus was on the feel and sensation of his soft lips and velvety tongue invading my mouth. My hands wound their way through Roman's hair as he pushed me back against the wall. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly and it made my knees weak.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked, hoarsely.
My answer was muffled by Roman's lips coming down for another kiss. He placed his hands on my bottom and lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never breaking contact with him. I pointed down the hall towards my bedroom and Roman carried us there.
He kicked opened the door and walked towards the middle of the room where he set me down gently. Roman reached for the tie against his neck and unknotted it, tossing it on the floor. Next he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pulling it up as he did so.
My eyes were glued to him. I licked my lips as my eyes ran over his body, from his handsome face, to his toned chest, to down to his corded abs. They lingered lower, at the large bulge pressing against his pants. He slipped his jacket and shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a soft swoosh.
A part of me almost couldn't believe that Roman Conrad was standing in my bedroom, half naked. He stepped toward me, his arms outstretched. I stood rooted to the spot, almost lost in a trance. When I felt his strong arms wrap around me, it was my undoing. I looked up at him, full of fear, desire, and vulnerability.
Roman seemed to read my thoughts, as he tenderly brushed away a loosened lock of hair against my forehead. I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips against my cheeks, my eyelids, my nose and finally against my mouth. The kiss soon turned more desperate and I found myself wanting to get closer--to feel more of him. Suddenly, he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine, breathing loudly.
"We need to slow down or I'm afraid it will all be over too soon," he said.
"We've got all night," I said, boldly.
He looked at me, his eyes smoldering.
"I've wanted to do this since the first night I saw you," he said.
"Yeah right, I looked a hot mess that evening," I said.
"Mm, I'll never forget how you looked with those hideous glasses that magnified your beautiful green eyes, and the way your magnificent tits almost spilled out of that flimsy top you wore."
"I wasn't spilling out of my top," I argued. I choked on a breath, as I felt my dress loosen and slide down my body exposing my naked breasts.
"You are now," he said a slow smile spreading across his face. Somehow Roman had managed to unzip my dress and tug it down without my noticing.
"I have a feeling you've had a lot of practice at that," I said.
"You are so lovely," he said, gazing at me and ignoring my remark. "Come here."
I stepped out of my dress and kicked off my heels. I was only in my panties as I closed the distance between us. His arms reached out for me; he pulled me against his body and I nestled against his warmth as if I belonged there. The feel of my bare skin rubbing up against his solid chest sent tingles throughout my body.
His hands kneaded and caressed my breasts before being replaced by his skilled tongue. I arched my back and moaned as I felt him nibble my sensitive nipple, and pressed his head harder against me. Then I felt his lips move up my neck, nibbling under my jaw until his lips met mine again in a fiery kiss. I felt like I was floating, transported away on a wave of desire. Suddenly, I realized I was lying on my bed, as my back rubbed up against the soft cotton comforter. Roman was
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