I heed his words and lie back on the table. His hands coast up my thighs, stopping at the top of my shorts. He tucks his fingers under them and pulls down. I lift my hips to help him out, then let him drag them down my legs.
He tosses them to the side as he kneels in front of me. I swallow down my anxiety. We’re in the middle of his foyer, lights on everywhere, and he is eye level with my vagina. This is where my mind normally starts to go into overdrive, making it impossible for me to relax.
He lifts my legs and places one foot at the end of the table and the other one over his left shoulder. I’m now completely exposed to him.
I watch him take me in; his eyes focused on my pussy.
Then he whispers, “Fuck,” before he looks back up at me.
My nerves must be written all over my face.
His left-hand rests on my thigh that’s hanging over his shoulder, and he squeezes it reassuringly. I close my eyes tightly.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Look at me.”
I open them and meet his. He doesn’t rush me.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just feel. That’s it.” He pauses for a beat. “Let me make you forget every guy who didn’t bother to figure you out.”
I bite my lip as his words wash over me. No man has ever taken the time to even realize that I’m tensing up, let alone offer words of encouragement.
He kisses my inner thigh, slowly and purposefully, like he has all the time in the world.
“I’m not here to rush you.” He grabs my hand and brings it to his hair, giving me permission to guide him. “I’m here toruinyou for anybody else.”
His mouth descends on my clit, where he gently pushes his wet tongue against me. The pleasure is instant—something I feel from my toes all the way up my body. His tongue takes measured, deliberate strokes against me, all while my hand clutches his hair in a death grip.
He shows no signs of pain as his eyes observe me, taking in my every breath like I’m a textbook that he’s trying to learn. His tongue starts to flick quickly up and down, then left to right. My jaw falls slack as I watch on, completely enthralled by the sight before me.
I’ve never watched before. It felt too intimate to meet the guy’s eyes while he did something so … personal. With Roman, it feels right to watch. I couldn’t pull my eyes away if I wanted to.
The feeling of his fingers teasing my entrance tells me just how wet I am. He pushes two long, thick fingers in. He studies me while he moves them back and forth, up and down, gauging my reactions.
The moment he finds my G-spot, I let out a tiny gasp. He smiles, all the while continuing to work my clit.
Then he places his lips around me and sucks my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I let out as the sensations take over.
He presses his fingers up against me. His tongue begins to move from flicks to sucks, and I can no longer even keep my eyes open. The feelings are too strong for me to focus on anything but letting them take over.
He tries to pull away, but my hand grips his hair frantically, trying to keep him in place. For the first time ever, I’m close. I don’t want to lose it.
I hear a light chuckle that vibrates against my pussy. I’m too far gone to get mad that he’s laughing at my desperation. Then he moans against me while his fingers massage the perfect spot.
“Are you gonna come for me, Eva?” he groans out. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re almost there. Give it to me. I want to taste every drop of your release.”
“Ahhh,” I scream as the most powerful orgasm that I’ve ever had washes over me. “Oh my God, Roman. Don’t stop yet.”
Another groan rumbles from him as his fingers work inside of me and his tongue works its magic. I glance down at him while my body slowly comes down, the aftershocks rippling through me every few seconds.
He licks me through each spasm until I’m completely spent. My head falls back against the table, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.
It happened. Finally.
Chapter Fifteen
Roman