Oh, God.
Before I could even think about protesting, he flipped me over, shifted between my legs, and ran his rough stubble up my right thigh.
The wild sensation should've prepared me for his tongue sliding through my slit a second later, but of course it didn't. Two years untouched by a man – especially this man – left me a near virgin mess, trembling from the shock.
His lips consumed me, hot and overwhelming, hellbent on making me lose control. And it didn't take much.
He shook his head between my legs like a wild animal. The earthquake spread to my thighs.
Too intense. Too fucking good. It was everything I'd missed, and so much more.
My legs tried to quiver shut from the insane shock, and his hands caught my thighs, shoving them apart. Nothing was stopping him from owning me the way he wanted, forcing me to come all over his mouth.
Not that I needed much encouragement. Several more rough licks focused around my clit did me in. In one wet flash, my muscles tensed, winding up like a spring deep inside me, ready to give it up.
“Travis. Roman! God!” My fingers grabbed for the sheets and balled them as tight as I could.
I couldn't think. Couldn't resist. Couldn't even remember to breathe.
The white hot ball inside me exploded, pulsing through my nerves in one go, making me convulse from head to toe. Yes, especially the toes, which curled over his shoulders. Roman's fingers dug into my legs and pulled me tighter, pushing his tongue deep, all the better to fuck me while I gushed into his mouth.
I came with lightning crisscrossing every inch of my body, shearing me with the pleasure I'd been deprived of for two whole fucking years. Maybe I came harder because I thought it was going to be denied forever.
He'd taken me back, and this time, he wasn't letting go.
I twitched and writhed and came for him, twisting my head from side to side, tearing at the sheets. Slowly, his licks softened, and I started to come down from the stormy heavens.
My lungs sucked in badly needed air. My muscles squirmed with sorely needed relief, but there was still a strange tingle behind everything, a background static in my body that wouldn't be switched off until I had his cock, his come, his everything buried inside me again.
I blinked and looked down at him, reaching one hand toward his face. He raised himself up when I grazed his cheek, admiring the masculine sandpaper on his hard face.
“You come just as hard as I remember. It's fucking beautiful. I could watch you lose it for a thousand years and I'd still want more. No bullshit.”
I smiled, slid my legs along his muscular sides, opening wide for him. “Hmm. Better watch me again. I want you inside me, baby.”
A savage flicker lit his handsome dark eyes. He lifted my legs high, grabbed my ankles in his massive hands, tilting me back, open and achingly ready.
“I'm not gonna stop after one round,” he growled. “Fair warning. You got any idea what two years of blue balls for the best pussy in the world does to a man?”
The look on his face was almost scary. I shook my head. It didn't stop me from reaching for the huge hard-on jutting out between his legs, wrapping my fingers around it, and squeezing my desire.
No, I didn't have a clue. But I absolutely wanted to find out.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Let it all out. Claim me like your old lady, Roman. I want it all, inside and out.”
He looked at me for another breathless second. Then his hips rolled forward, and he shoved my hand off his cock, replacing it with his own fist. He guided the pierced head of his angry length to my entrance, snapping his hips forward when he found the right angle.
He filled me in one fluid thrust. My pussy tightened around him, fit him just as well as it had before. Having Caleb hadn't ruined anything.
Hell, I had to bite my lip and push back to take every inch, easing him into me. My wet pussy needed time and practice to hold him just right, and his first few strokes were almost painful as they glided through me. Deep, hard, hissing with desire.
I moaned, stretching to spread my thighs, opening wider. His thrusts quickened amazingly fast, plowing into me, like a hurricane picking up speed.
His movements matched his words. He fucked me like a man who'd been starving, a man who hadn't known a woman's touch for years. Yes, he'd had at least one stinking skank in between, but they weren't what he wanted.
It was me.
I couldn't imagine him moving this way with them. He fucked me like he wanted it with every fiber of his being, rearing up and slamming into me, charging his hips into me. The new bed slapped underneath us, lifting my ass up and crashing it into the mattress again.
Jesus. Don't stop, Roman. Keep fucking me.
It felt too good to say the words. I couldn't do anything but moan, clenching him tight, wondering how may seconds I'd last before I screamed.