“I just came.”
“I know.”
His mouth returns to my pussy, slower this time, deeper, filthy and deliberate. I writhe under him, fingers fisting in the sheets, because he does not stop at giving pleasure. He takes myreactions apart. Learns them. Uses them. Finds every place that makes me gasp, shake, beg.
When I try to close my thighs, he pins them open.
When I try to twist away, he follows.
When I say his name, he groans like it feeds him.
The second orgasm builds slower than the first, heavier, curling low in my belly until I’m shaking with the effort of holding it back. Roman slides two fingers inside me, and that breaks whatever control I have left.
I come again around his fingers, my back arching off the bed, his mouth still on my clit, dragging it out until pleasure turns almost too sharp.
I’m still trembling when he rises over me.
His trousers are open now, his cock hard and thick in his hand. The sight of him makes my whole body tighten again, even exhausted, even raw with pleasure.
“Come here,” I say.
His eyes flash.
I push myself up on shaking arms and reach for him. This time, he lets me. I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling the heat and weight of him, and his breath leaves him in a rough exhale.
I love that.
I love seeing his control fracture.
I lower my mouth over the tip of his already wet cock, it’s practically throbbing under me.
Roman’s hand goes to my hair, not pushing, only holding, but the restraint in his fingers makes me bolder. I lick him first, slowly, tasting him, feeling him pulse against my tongue. His hips shift once before he stops himself.
“Katerina.”
I take him deeper.
His curse is low and vicious. The sound makes me ache.
I want more of it.
He lets me learn him, lets me find the rhythm that changes his breathing and tightens his grip in my hair. I’m clumsy at first, but he guides me with murmured words and a hand that never forces, only teaches. When he pulls back suddenly, I look up, confused and breathless.
He’s staring at me like I have done something terrible to him.
“On top,” he says.
My stomach flips. “What?”
“Come here.”
He lies back against the pillows and pulls me with him, turning me until I’m above him, knees on either side of his head, my hands braced near his hips. It takes me a second to understand.
Then I do.
Heat floods my face. “Roman.”
His hands close around my thighs. “You were so brave a minute ago.”