“Oh, that feels so good,” she moans, dragging her mouth away when the need to breathe becomes too much.
It does feel good and so right that I’m taking the stairs to the loft and laying her down on the bed moments later, my mind and body at odds as I grab her dress and rip it down the middle in one swift move.
I take it all in then, her lying beneath me wearing nothing but a small pair of white panties. Her body is still the same but for a slight swelling at her waist and the obvious swelling of her breasts.
These little changes are what seal the deal for me and turn me into a raving lunatic. It’s physical proof that while we may not be together, we are joined in one of the most elemental ways a man and woman can be joined.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. I—”
I stop and clear my throat when emotion threatens to overwhelm me and fall to my knees beside the bed, knowing that I need to get to her now before what little I have left completely deserts me.
Her cry when I latch on to her nipple is a balm to my soul and I make love to her with everything in me, sucking, licking, and nibbling so long that I hear her cry out and start ripping at the sheets.
“More.”
I love this part and I feel myself grin when her hands start pulling at my hair, trying to guide me lower where she needs me most. It’s always like this, and one of the reasons sex with us is so great is that Mel has no inhibitions.
She wants me to make her feel good and she won’t hesitate to let me know what she needs.
“Lick me, Roman. Please. I hurt there,” she pleads.
I obey her because I can’t resist her scent and the heat another moment longer. My eyes roll back and I hear my own groans join hers when I settle between her spread thighs and open my mouth right over her.
She tastes sweeter than I remember—earthier—and the knowledge is so intense, I go wild and start sucking and licking like a starved beast.
Mel is yelling and crying by the time I push a finger into her heat and suction my lips around her swollen bud, sucking and flicking, making love to her sex in the same untamed way I kissed her mouth earlier.
Her orgasm washes over us both when I feel her tense and contract around my finger and I abandon her clit to latch on to her, needing to drown in her taste as much as I need to slide up and into the heat beckoning me.
She comes down and starts pushing my mouth away because she gets so sensitive that it hurts to have me there a moment longer.. By that time, I’m hurting, as well, because I’m so hard. I drag myself up and over her, just waiting for the signal that I can do what I need to do to give us both the pleasure we crave.
Mel, my sweet baby girl, doesn’t disappoint. I have to swallow the lump in my throat when she opens dreamy eyes and smiles up at me as if I just gave her the moon.
“Make love to me, Roman.”
“Oh God, thank you,” I groan, sliding up and into her.
The way I feel when I’m finally home where I belong and filling her completely is indescribable. It’s warm and tight and so good. I feel my eyes cross at the pure pleasure stroking over my length in little contractions that drive me insane with the need to thrust and keep going till I’m empty and spent inside her.
But there’s more, too. I feel whole and at peace somewhere deep inside.
The sex is always great, and I won’t lie and say that it’s not necessary to me, because it is. I need it. A lot. But the emotional satisfaction is just as strong as ever, and it’s that I revel in when she starts moaning again and pushing her hips up to meet mine.
“Roman.”
“I know, baby girl, I know. I feel it, too,” I moan, pulling out slow and easy before going back in just as slowly.
“Ah, yes, harder,” she growls, digging her nails into my ass with a twist of her hips that sends me even deeper and makes my dick sputter with the need to offload hard and fast.
“No, I need to be gentle.” I hold myself in check with the knowledge that she’s delicate and pregnant and—
“I said harder! Please, Roman, please. It hurts inside without you. I need you to take me.” She’s bumping her hips up frantically to achieve the friction she needs.
Her desperation sparks mine and I give in with a yell, thrusting harder and faster when she goes wild beneath me and starts screaming her pleasure into the darkened room.
Her contractions are strong and harder than I can remember them ever being, and it takes all my effort to keep thrusting and prolonging her pleasure before I finally give in minutes later with a groan and pour everything I have into her quacking sex.
My own orgasm is painfully good. We’re both panting and sticky by the time I flip over onto my back, keeping her joined to me as I struggle to regain the breath she just stole.