anyone since… “No,” she whispered. “Fresh out,” she said sarcastically.
He nodded. “Then, for tonight,” he said, scooping her up quickly. “We’ll just have to rein it in.” He kissed her and started walking back towards her room. She buried her face into his shoulder when he walked quietly past Reagan’s room.
Not until she heard her door shut and the lock being flipped did she open her eyes again. He was looking down at her, smiling as he laid her gently on her bed. “I like your space.” He glanced around and then his eyes settled back on her.
He moved down to her, and she was grateful when his hands started moving over her again.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said next to her skin. His lips were quickly heating her back up. She’d changed so much since the last time they’d come together. Reagan hadn’t been a small child by any means and her body had accommodated the almost nine-pound baby easily, but it had taken her a while to get her figure back. Even now, her hips had yet to go back down to their normal size.
He continued to talk to her softly, telling her how beautiful she was, how soft, the entire time he touched her, kissed her, causing small goose bumps to rise everywhere.
Her hands roamed him, feeling every muscle, enjoying feeling every beat of his pulse against her skin. When she felt herself building once more, she dug her heels into the mattress and held on but was once again disappointed when he pulled away.
“Roman,” she begged, trying to keep him close to her by wrapping her legs around his hips and holding him to her.
He chuckled. “Easy.” He kissed her neck, just below her chin. “I’m enjoying myself too much to rush.”
“It’s not rushing,” she almost growled out. “It’s torture.”
He pulled back and smiled down at her. “Maybe you deserve a little torture. Especially after what you’ve put me through.”
Looking deep into his eyes, she felt guilty all over again. An explanation was on her lips, but then he shook his head and frowned at her.
“No, not tonight.” He reached up and cupped her face in his hands gently. His rough, calloused hands against her soft skin heated it even further. “That’s for later.”
“Then… why are you torturing me?”
His smile was fast. “Maybe I enjoy watching you squirm.”
She looked into his eyes and could see sadness there, but she could also see desire. Deciding two could play this game, she quickly rolled and didn’t stop until he was beneath her. Pinning his arms down to his sides, she straddled him. The fact that she was completely naked now, while he still had his shorts on, caused her some distress. So, bending down, she tugged until finally he was as naked as she was.
Her eyes slowly moved over his entire body. He’d been a boy the last time, and she’d been so shy that she hadn’t enjoyed looking. Now, however, she let her eyes take him all in. Every glorious inch of him told her that he was a man instead of the boy she’d fallen in love with so many years ago.
She felt doubt creeping in, so before she could back out, she leaned down and ran her fingers and mouth over him.
His fingers dug into her cotton comforter as his hips jerked when she took him fully into her mouth.
“Missy, my god,” he groaned, his hands going into her hair. She loved the taste of him, the soft skin over steel. She took her time, pleasing him as she learned every inch of him.
When his hips started moving, she leaned back and looked down at him with a smile.
“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” she asked, running her hands over his thighs.
For an answer, he flipped her over until she lay underneath him again. This time, his fingers dove into her, and she knew he wouldn’t stop.
***
He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Not after she’d tortured him to the brink, till he knew what it was like, needing so very much. His fingers took what he wanted, gave her what she needed until she lay below him, lax