Roman - Part 13

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The room was dark and chilly. The open balcony door let the crisp wind billow the curtains, and they danced as Roman led me by the hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked for the third time, “I don’t want you to feel rushed”.

My heart raced, but I’d never been more sure of anything in my life. I watched him close the doors and turn back to me. Behind him, snow fell over the city and lights twinkled in the distance.

“I’m sure” I said, and we watched each other closely.

He surprised me every day. Every smile, every laugh, every moment we shared together was the greatest of surprises. He walked back to me, the cold air from our adventure still clinging to him, and he held me.

“I love you” he whispered, inhaling my scent as his arms closed around me.

It didn’t require a response. Roman already knew I loved him. I loved him in the way we joked. I loved him in the way I held his hand. I loved him in every possible way there was to love, but tonight I’d show him.

His finger hooked my chin gently, lifting my head up to him whilst his thumb caressed my bottom lip. His hands were icy cold, sending shivers through me with the slightest touch.

Our lips touched lightly. The passion would come later, but this was a kiss of romance. A kiss that made me smile as his warm breaths washed over me, and his free hand cupped my rosy cheek.

He pressed harder. His lips spread apart, surrounding mine as his tongue worked further into my mouth. It was the type of kiss that was reserved only for the privacy of the bedroom, and I took it graciously and returned the favour.

His scent was intoxicating. The aroma of an expensive cologne mixed with the fresh perspiration inside his shirt to create a beautiful cocktail of him. With each sharp breath, he filled my lungs and I became more and more encapsulated by him.

His fingers found the zip of my jacket, but he didn’t release his kiss for a second as he pulled it down my chest, and pushed it to the floor behind me.

I did the same with his, but his motions had been fluid and perfect, and mine were stiff and awkward. He laughed into my mouth as the zipper got stuck and he had to help me get it free.

“You know it never works like it does in the movies” he told me, biting his lip in a smile as he dropped his jacket over the back of a chair, “but it’s worth a try, right?”

“Right” I smiled, and we kissed again.

He was strong. Oh god, he was so strong, and his hands worked the shirt from the waistband of my pants as I clumsily unbuttoned his from the collar.

The fabric came apart in the middle when he’d finally exposed my torso, and his fingers ran upwards over my chest, making me shiver as he explored my body. I pushed inside of his shirt, feeling the solid mass of muscle, gliding my fingertips over his impressive physique and becoming aroused at his magnificence.

Our shirts swayed like feathers to the floor, and we embraced again.

The kiss became hot. Our bodies pushed together, rubbing and touching as our lust burned stronger. His hands travelled south behind my back, sliding down my spine until he reached the waistband of my pants, and pushed even further.

His belt was supposed to come away with sensual perfection, but the buckle got the better of me, and once again, Roman helped.

“Sorry” I grimaced, and his snowy teeth shone in the darkness as he laughed.

“I told you, Davey” he whispered, yanking the belt out with one hand, “it’s not like the movies”.

Again, faster and more feral than the last time. His strong hand closed gently around my throat, but his touch was filled with love, and I melted into it as we shed each other’s pants.

He drove me backwards with the sheer strength in his body. I was no match for my boyfriend, but I didn’t want to be. I felt safe with Roman. I felt protected with him.

The large, soft bed dipped as I fell back and he fell on top. He positioned me so that my head sank into the feather filled pillow, and he straddled me on hands and knees, like a lion over its prey.

“I’ve wanted you since the first day we met” he told me in breaths, his lips pecking kisses down my shoulder, “every time I think about you, I fall in love all over again”.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as he travelled over my chest. Even his words were magical, and I felt my hips slowly thrusting as though he’d gotten into my very nature, and controlled my mind.

His tongue trailed down the centre of my chest, leaving a path as he went, and my back arched instinctively as a breath broke away from me into the night.

I looked down as he slid further back, and then he disappeared with a bang, and sat up on the floor.

“Shit” he groaned, rubbing his arm as he got to his feet, and I howled with laughter. “Okay, okay, this part will be romantic, I promise”.

His grin made me settle, and I watched him as he wrapped his hands around my ankles and drove them upwards, caressing my legs and spreading them slightly apart as he moved further toward my centre.

I could see the bulge in his boxer briefs, and it didn’t help my own one as he came closer and closer to me.

I let out another quiet gasp when his lips touched my inner thigh and moved with a sensual pace toward my underwear.

My breaths became more laboured, and when his mouth stopped on the fabric over my manhood, I squeezed the cool sheets either side of me.

His fingers hooked the waistband and he watched me as I watched him. His eyes sparkled, and his smile made me shiver, and slowly my underwear came down my legs, and I was naked.

My erection swelled as I lay there at his mercy. Even being nude in front of him was mind blowing enough that I could have died happy at that exact moment.

I wasn’t worried anymore. I wasn’t nervous or embarrassed, I was precisely where I wanted to be, with the person I wanted to be with.

He shed his own underwear quickly, and crawled back over me. Kissing whilst naked had a starkly different effect than kissing whilst clothed, and suddenly, I only ever wanted to be naked with him again.

This kiss was the passionate one. Our breaths mingled as our tongues fought against each other. His hands returned to my body, and my ones wrapped around the back of his neck.

He fingered my cock into his hand, and squeezed gently as I moaned, but our kiss continued until I felt him leak onto my stomach.

Roman sat back, his pole bounced up and glistened in the moonlight outside the window. I was no longer stressed about knowing what to do, because for some reason, everything came naturally.

I closed my hand around his warm cock and felt his pulse through it. His heart was beating almost as fast as mine, and he gasped softly when I stroked him.

“You’re so perfect, Davey” he moaned, reaching behind him and pleasuring me whilst I worked him. “In every way”.

We stared into each other’s eyes, until Roman took the lead again. He shimmied backwards, careful to remain on the bed this time, and lowered his head until I was looking at the crown.

A gasp of air left my lips and my hands grasped the soft pillow behind me as he took me inside his mouth.

The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever expected, and certainly unlike jerking off. Every part of my body tingled as I slid along his tongue and felt the warmth of his lips around my shaft, and my eyes rolled as he sucked.

Quiet, wet sounds filled the room. Slurps and gulps, licks and laps, over and over again until my butt clenched and I came tantalisingly close to orgasm.

Roman pushed his hands under my thighs, and with apparent ease, he lifted my legs into the air. His strength never ceased to amaze me, but when his tongue slid across my quivering hole, I almost cried with pleasure.

I bit down hard on my lip as he tongued me. Each wet stroke sent darts of ecstasy through every fibre of my body, and he continued until I was a babbling, moaning mess.

“L… Let me” I moaned, “let me do you”.

He crawled back over me, his solid body now damp with sweat, and with one motion, he flipped me on top, and now I was in control.

I tried to mimic him. I tried to be as velvety smooth as he had been, but I moved like a newborn giraffe, and realised that being sexy during sex was damn near impossible.

When I eventually found myself between his legs, looking down at his impressive organ, I didn’t bother with theatrics. I was hungry for him. I needed him.

I grabbed the base of his large cock and angled it up. He clasped his hands behind his head and watched with a stunning smile on his perfect face, as I closed my mouth around his wet helmet and tasted Roman for the first time.

My tongue exploded with the sexual flavours of my boyfriend. He was sharp and salty, but delicious in every way. I sucked further down until I couldn’t take anymore of it. Part of me expected him to force it deeper, like they did in the videos, but he stroked my head with gentle ease, and I realised that this was nothing like the videos.

Over and over again, I sucked. With each pop and gag, his pole became wetter and firmer, and when my back began to ache and my jaw was exhausted, Roman pulled me onto him by hooking my ass forward with his feet.

“Hey” I laughed, as he bounced me onto his dick.

“Don’t act like it doesn’t get boring after a while” he grinned, and handed me a small bottle. “Work it in” he told me, “go at your own pace, and don’t hurt yourself. If it doesn’t fit then we’ll try again tomorrow” he cocked a brow at his own words, “well, even if it does fit, we’ll try again tomorrow” he added with a hearty laugh.

My hands shook now. This was the part that I’d been most worried about. Visions of carbonara clouded my mind, and the bottle almost slipped until Roman’s hands closed around mine, and softly he opened it.

“Nothing you could do would make me love you less” he told me, and it was almost as though his words were the key to my mind, and I felt the worry melt away from me as I lathered the lube down his cock.

He lay back as I moistened myself, and smiled as I smiled.

His pole slipped through my hand as I stroked him once again, and pushed a finger inside myself. I had no idea how this would ever work. I felt myself clench around my own knuckle, and Roman was far larger than my knuckle.

“Deep breaths” he whispered, “no pressure”.

I nodded and moved forward slightly until he pressed against my area. Even feeling him there was enough to make my erection bounce, and Roman held it in his hand as his cock head pushed firmer.

I winced. My ring began to spread around it, and not without discomfort. It felt sharp and dull at the same time, and the pain was evident on my face.

“Davey” he said, and I looked at him through squinted eyes, “you’re too tense, just relax”.

His words were like a soft blanket of calmness. He rubbed me as I relaxed my body, and with one long breath, I opened for him, and a shaky moan rippled from my throat.

“There” he whispered, still stroking me as I tensed and gasped, whimpered and moaned.

The pain lessened almost instantly, but every slight movement stretched me a little more. My cock had never been as stiff, and as Roman slid deeper into me, I was sure that it was going to explode.

“Don’t forget to breathe” he reminded me, and I half laughed as I got halfway down his length.

Further and further I went, wincing and gasping as he touched parts of me that had never been touched before, until finally he was fully inside me.

He stared at me in the darkness and smiled, and once I’d caught my breath, I smiled right back.

Roman held out his hand and I took it. He guided me onto his chest, keeping himself firmly lodged inside me, and when our faces were inches apart, he kissed me and began.

I moaned into his mouth as he slid out and pushed back in gently. His hands caressed my naked back, and his tongue returned to my mouth as he did it again.

His speed increased, and after just a few minutes, the pain had disappeared entirely, and had been replaced by something much more powerful.

His cock angled upwards inside me, pushing against my prostate as he thrust deep and hard. Our kiss continued, but I was moaning so much that I barely noticed it.

He sped up again, his balls slapping against me as he pounded me, and each stroke made me tremble with pleasure.

Harder, faster, stronger. Roman was like a machine. His hips continued to drive upwards, and his hands held me close.

I was sweating. He was sweating. Our sweat mixed together on the beautiful bed, and the aroma of our love clung to us as he took me to a place I never knew existed.

“Oh my god!” I whimpered, unsure if I’d remain conscious to see the ordeal through.

His lips pressed against my moist neck and he groaned loudly as his thrusts became harder but slower.

I felt him expand inside me, and when his seed began to flood me, I orgasmed on his chest, and whimpered, moaned and jerked my body as ropes of sperm poured over him.

The orgasms seemed to combine into one giant frenzy of passion, and when every inch of my body had been pleasured in unimaginable ways, I slumped onto him, and felt our fluids combine once more.

I lay there, listening to the frantic beating of his heart as he softened inside me, and I knew in that moment that my life was complete.