Pain Lived, Love Found 2 (25 page)

Stopping me in my tracks Roman asked, “Where are you going?”

“To change my clothes,” I said, turning around.

He smirked at me and replied, “No, you’re not. Come here, Sarah.”

One of my eyebrows immediately rose in defiance even though I loved his commanding tone.

“Come. Here,” He said again, and this time more demanding.

I walked back to him and stood before him.

“I undressed in front of you. The least you can do is undress in front of me.”

“What if I’m shy?” I challenged.

“Then I’ll help you,” he replied softly as he hooked a finger in the strap of my sundress and pushed it down.

“I don’t need your help...this time.” I brushed his hand away.

He got into the bed and rested his back on the headboard with his legs outstretched.

I pushed down the other strap to my dress and let it fall to my feet. My red, lacy bra and matching panties were in full view as I looked Roman in the eyes. His eyes were focused and dark as he took me in from head to toe. I slid out of my sandals and stepped out of my sundress and then turned around and bent over at the waist to pick it up. I then walked over to my suitcase and put my dress inside. I could feel Roman’s eyes on me, warming my skin everywhere he looked. When I turned around his eyes were hooded and the look on his face was serious. I was determined not to smile or react. I wanted to act like he wasn’t even there as I went about my task of getting ready for bed. I was so nervous as I willed myself not to shake or seem affected by his heated gaze. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, if not more. I slipped on my thin tank top and then I slowly pulled on my short shorts, giving extra wiggles of my hips as I did so. When I was finally dressed, my eyes met Roman’s and I waited for his next command.

“Get up here.”

I climbed into the bed next to him and he pulled me into his arms, making me lay halfway across his naked chest. Our lips crashed into each other in a passionate kiss that left us panting and very turned on.

I got from on top of him and settled comfortably on his chest with my fingers running through his chest hair. I listened as his heart thumped inside of his chest and then slowly slow down to a more calming, hypnotic beat. He smelled so good...  His hands caressed whatever exposed skin it could find from my arms to my legs before they settled on my ass.

“God, you’re soft. You feel so good in my arms,” he mumbled into my hair.

My eyes were starting to drift close as his heartbeat continued to lull me to sleep.

“I love your scent. And your big strong chest. I could lay here forever,” I yawned.

Roman chuckled and gently caressed my arm. “Go to sleep, Baby.”

***

Two hours later we woke up, both of us starving. Roman insisted on cooking for me and I sat in the kitchen and watched him in between staring out at the ocean from the patio door.

“I can’t wait to spend a day at the beach,” I said in a dreamy voice.

He had a towel across his shoulder as he stirred his creamy, homemade, Alfredo sauce. He was making a seafood Alfredo pasta dish and it smelled heavenly. When everything was ready, including a simple salad that I made, we sat out on the patio and had dinner with the beautiful ocean as the backdrop.

“This is so good!” The first taste of the seafood Alfredo was so good I had to close my eyes. I planned on savoring each and every bite of this wonderful dish.

Roman blushed and said, “Thank you, Baby.” We both cleaned our plates and Roman looked at me and asked, “Are you ready for dessert?”

“Yes!”

We brought our dishes inside and Roman brought me to the living room. Sitting in the middle of the floor with huge soft pillows was chocolate fondue and a tray full of fresh and exotic fruits and two plates with utensils. He took me by my hand and we sat on the floor feeding each other while stealing soft, sensual kisses between bites. “Did Pierre do this?”

“Yeah, he helped me out setting things up, but it was all my idea.” Roman smiled at me, clearly proud of his romantic skills.

I love his simple, thoughtful, romantic gestures. As we continued to indulge in this sinful treat, some chocolate had dripped onto my thigh. I didn’t become aware of it until Roman had stopped chewing and his eyes were focused on the small delectable dot on my smooth thigh. My eyes followed his as he continued to stare at it. I watched as he swallowed hard, fighting the urge to do what I know he wanted to do. Finally, he said “Fuck it,” and lowered his head and slowly licked the rich chocolate off of my thigh. It wasn’t a tentative or discreet lick. He used his entire long, fat tongue to lick it off and then some, leaving a hot, wet trail behind. I was already wet from our kissing and teasing, but that one act caused my essence to pool between my legs. I gasped in pleasure and surprise and my eyes became heavy with desire as I caressed Roman’s hair, my hand now sliding down his face as he sat back up and looked at me. His eyes mirrored my own, and he was very turned on.

Instead of speaking he grabbed me by the back of my head and devoured my lips. The control he had over his passion was gone, and now he was a hungry man on a mission. He stood up and brought me to my feet as well and scooped me into his arms. He carried me up the winding staircase that led to our bedroom and kicked the door closed once we were inside. He gently put me down on the floor and lifted his T-shirt shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, powerfully muscled arms, and his firm, six-pack abs. The man was a statue of male sexiness. Whenever I was in his arms, I could always feel the power of his arms and the firmness of his chest, but to see it in the flesh had my mouth watering. Once again my eyes were drawn to his chest and my fingers itched to touch him, but I wanted him to take the lead.

He looked at me with a wicked grin as he watched me openly ogle his beautiful body. “Come here. Touch me,” he commanded in his deep voice.

My feet began to move before I could even think. I stood before him and spread my palms on his chest and then slowly moved them to his muscled shoulders and down his arms. I felt his body flex at my touch and his breath hitch, letting me know that my touch brought him pleasure. I brought my hands back to his chest and gently ran my fingers and nails through his chest hair, enjoying the silky feel of it before I brought them down to caress his flat, muscled stomach. I paused because wanted to explore lower. I brought my eyes up to his and I leaned in and kissed him hungrily. We both moaned as our kiss increased in urgency and my hesitance to explore every inch of him flew out the window. My hands went down further to the sexy v-shape of his hips that led to the very aroused bulge in his shorts. I gently cupped and then massaged his dick, which caused a deeper moan to come forth from the back of his throat.

He reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt up until it was over my head, exposing my red-lace bra. He wasted no time pushing down my shorts to reveal my matching panties. I always imagined myself being shy and nervous, self-conscious even during this moment, but instead I felt empowered. I wanted Roman to look at me and do whatever it was he wanted to me because I trusted him, and Lord knows I needed him. I said nothing as he stood there and drank me in with his hungry eyes from head to toe. His breathing became faster, his nostrils flaring. Finally, he reached out and touched my collarbone and allowed his fingers to gently travel to my bare shoulders and down my arms, causing Goosebumps to pimple my sensitive skin. His touch was driving me mad and I wanted more, so much more.

His hands finally found my waist and gently caressed me there before moving around to my flat stomach and then down my hips where he grabbed handfuls in each hand. He started a slow, sensual trail back up my body where he finally found my breasts. He gently cupped them as though he was holding precious gold in his hands. His eyes zeroed in on my dark nipples that peeked through the lacy material of my bra and he hungrily licked his lips. He began to gently massage them in dizzying circles, causing me to moan in pleasure. I wanted more; I needed more. I wanted his lips and hands on my bare skin, but my brain couldn’t form the words to communicate this to him. Instead, my eyes communicated my need to him, and he gave me a small, understanding smile in return. Before I could blink, my bra was unsnapped and on the floor and my breasts stood heavy and proud before him. He wasted no time touching them, caressing and massaging them before his mouth descended on one and he began to suckle it with long, soft strokes as his tongue licked and caressed my nipple in a slow, erotic rhythm. My pussy began to clench and my stomach began to tighten.

This man is about to make me come from sucking my breast!

“Roman, oh my God, Roman…” is all I could moan over and over.

He said nothing but continued his dizzying assault on my very sensitive breast. I felt one of his hands pushing down my panties until they fell to my ankles, and his strong hand and fingers found my very wet pussy. He gently stroked me there, causing me to jump and moan. His expert fingers caressed my wet pussy lips up and down its seam over and over before he gently pushed a thick finger inside.

“Ohhh!” Everything he did to me had me on high alert. My skin, my body, my mind was so attuned to him and his touch it was maddening. Everything he did brought me immense pleasure, and the pressure continued to build in the deepest recesses of my womanhood just waiting to explode. Roman tore his lips from my breast long enough to say, “You’re so tight, Baby.”

He stood up straight but kept his finger inside of me, gently pumping. My eyes closed and my head fell back and I couldn’t stop the moans from coming out of my mouth.

In his raspy voice, I heard him say, “Look at me.”

I parted my eyes to look at him as I panted heavily. His thumb was now doing glorious things to my very swollen and sensitive clit and I could barely stand on my wobbly legs. He wrapped a strong arm around me to keep me steady. “I got you,” he said. His sexy eyes were smiling at me. I could tell he liked how worked up he had me. Cocky, sexy bastard!

“I’m going to take care of you, Sarah. All I care about is your pleasure, and I promise I won’t hurt you.” As soon as he got the last word out he added another finger inside of me and began to pump deeper and faster.

“Roman!” My juices began to run out of me and all over his hand. He curved his fingers and found a spot I never knew existed inside of me, and after a few more measured strokes of his thick, long fingers, I came hard and fast. My body convulsed and I cried out over and over as Roman continued to pump his fingers inside of me, causing another, and yet another orgasm to crash over me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t see. Before I knew it, I was being laid down in the middle of his bed even though I still felt like I was floating off into space. My stomach and legs were still trembling with aftershocks, and when I finally opened my eyes, Roman was nowhere to be found. I felt my legs being pushed open by his powerful shoulders as he crawled between them. Before I could say anything, his head was between my thighs and his mouth was devouring my highly sensitive pussy. His tongue concentrated on my clit and my hips began to buck on their own. One of his strong hands held me down as he continued his sensual assault on me and added his fingers to the mix once again. I was going crazy with this overload of pleasure.

“Roman, please!” I begged. “I can’t take any more…”

He didn’t listen. If anything, my desperate plea for mercy spurred him on. Soon my entire universe was exploding around me again, my throat raw from crying out in pleasure as I fought to get oxygen into my lungs. That man’s lips and tongue are delicious, deadly weapons to my body. He climbed on top of my body, kissing my thighs, stomach, hips, and the valley between my breasts until he was hovering over me. He claimed my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongues, and I became turned on even more. I needed him inside of me. Now.

My hands were all over him, caressing, pulling, tugging - urging him to enter me. I saw how painfully erect he was as his heavy dick rested on my stomach. I reached down and stroked it gently up and down the entire shaft before concentrating on the crown of his sensitive head.

“Shit, Sarah!” I continued to work him over with my nimble fingers.

“Stop prolonging this and get inside of me,” I whispered huskily.

He reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom, but I stopped him. “There’s no need for that. I can’t get pregnant.”

I saw confusion and disappointment flash across Roman’s face as he looked down at me.

“You never told me…” he started to say.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to scare you away either,” I sadly admitted.

“It’s okay. I still love you and nothing will ever change that.” He followed his heartfelt words with the sweet, tender kiss. Shortly thereafter I felt him nudging my legs apart with his knees, and he settled between them. Our eyes locked as he slowly began to enter me. Inch by inch he entered, taking his time and allowing my body to adjust to his thick, long invasion.

“You’re doing good, baby, just breathe and relax. Am I hurting you?”

I was too busy moaning my pleasure as he stretched and opened me up. His dick was caressing and rubbing against so many sensitive nerve endings inside and outside of my pussy that I thought I would go crazy with pleasure.