*Mature language
Roman's long lashes lowered as he tilted his head to hers. He stole her lips in a tongue-thrusting kiss as he ran his hands over her perfect hips. She gripped his damp shirt with her fingers, pulling him closer to her.
Roman unbuckled her bra, letting it drop. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. He gripped her ass with his fingers and effortlessly lifted her, his hands possessively cradling the roundness of her hips. With his lips still pressed to hers he carried her into the living-room.
He dropped her on the part of the couch closest to the window by the balcony and stood up, lifting his shirt over his head. His eyes heatedly locked on hers as he lifted her dainty feet one by one and slid off her sandals.
Kristen lay back against the couch with her hands on either side of her head. Her virginal eyes greedily took him in, lustfully drifting over the perfection of him. The chest hair she'd been fantasizing about was smooth and lay flat over much of his chest, down to his stomach and stopped just above his buckled pants.
His pecs were broad and muscular; his nipples bronze and small. He was perfect. More perfect than she'd ever imagined. She couldn't wait to see what the rest of him looked like.
She dazedly looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust, her breathing light and choppy. She bit her lip as his eyes peered into hers; then dropped down to her panties.
Roman placed his hand to her panties and seamlessly ripped the silk material, drawing a gasp of surprise from her lips. He hungrily licked his lips and nudged his leg against her knees.
"Open baby," he huskily commanded.
Shaking, Kristen did as she was told and opened wide; giving him a tasty view of the prettiness inside. The moonlight sifting in through the open windows mixed with the dim mood lights streaming from the ceiling above gave him a perfect view.
"Got-damn," he lustfully sighed.
Kristen deliriously moaned and struggled to stay still under the heat of his gaze. The weight of her desire for him was so strong she couldn't even sit up straight. She collapsed against the couch, her arms stretched out at the sides; her fists tightly clenched as she vulnerably sat there. Open. Heaving. Waiting.
"I've been day-dreaming about what you taste like all day," he growled, getting down on his knees. He looked up at her and bent his head, pressing his anxious tongue against her quivering flesh.
Unable to take it, Kristen threw her head back against the couch, closed her eyes and arched her back, loudly crying out to the ceiling. Roman placed his hands beneath her thick bottom and arched her to his ardent mouth, diving in like a man that hadn't been fed in days.
Kristen kept her arms out to the side, gripped the soft cushions of the couch with her fingers, and surrendered her body to him completely, lost in an endless fog of erotic nirvana as Roman Dean did things with his mouth and tongue to her flesh that she'd been fantasizing about for years.
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Morning nature awoke Kristen in the wee hours of the morning. She frowned and squeezed her legs together, not wanting to move. The bed felt so good and warm and she knew the minute she got up, the cold from the blistering air conditioner would send her body into shock. She was blissfully drained.
For a few minutes she just lay there, staring out into the darkness in the hallway. The entire apartment was swarmed in darkness. Roman had turned off all the lights before they'd gone to bed. She remembered she used to be afraid of the dark when she was a little girl but the older she'd gotten, she found it to be comforting.
She slowly turned on her back and sleepily gazed up at the skylights. The rain was still falling from the sky, forming small puddles on the skylight before they spread out and dripped down over the sides. The wind was howling outside and the power of it made the windows slightly rattle.
The sounds of nature were almost poetic in that moment, just like they'd been earlier when she and Roman had taken their "relationship" to an intimate level.
Blinking away sleep, Kristen turned her head to her left and felt her heart soar at the sight of Roman lying beside her. He was lying on his back. One of his arms was behind his head while the other rested on his stomach. The moonlight sifted in through the windows, high-lighting his masculine perfection.
The man was enviably beautiful even while he slept. It didn't make any sense for someone to be that gorgeous. She wanted to savor the moment. She wanted to snuggle under him, hold him, put her face in his neck and inhale him. She wanted to hold him tight and never let him go. She still couldn't believe she'd made love to him.
Roman Dean, the man of her dreams. Roman Dean had taken her virginity. Roman Dean had made love to her, several times. She was unofficially his. Least, that's the way she saw it.
She didn't want to think about leaving tomorrow. She didn't want to think about what it meant or didn't mean to him. She was happy. So happy she wanted to cry.
Kristen quietly turned on her side towards him and placed her hand against her head, studying him. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. His mouth was partially open as he snored lightly.
She was relieved he wasn't a heavy snorer. She hoped she hadn't snored in her sleep. Joy liked to tease her and tell her she sounded like a chain saw when she slept. She prayed that wasn't true.
Missing him, she leaned over to him and listened to him breathing, then placed her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. She decided his heartbeat would be her favorite song for the rest of her life.
Fearing she wouldn't be able to hold her urine much longer, Kristen threw her bare legs over her side of the bed and stretched languidly. She got up and felt her way to the bathroom, grimacing slightly at the dull soreness between her legs. Roman had seriously put a hurting on her. But it had all been worth it.
She grinned foolishly in the dark and tried not to trip and fall over anything on the way to the bathroom. She located the French Doors and pulled one of them open; looking over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't woken Roman. She closed the door behind her, turned on the light; and then wadded barefoot to the separate toilet area to relieve herself.
She tried not to be horrified at the few droplets of blood she saw on the toilet paper. Joy had told her that might happen whenever she finally had sex. She should have told him she was a virgin; then maybe he would've taken things a little easier with her. Being honest with herself, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the fantastic night they had shared together. The muscles in her sex clenched together at the memory of his punishable d*ck between her legs. She leaned over and put her hands in her face as her mind teased her with the erotic memories of the night.
She rested on her knees and giggled into her hands, blushing. Roman Dean was a wild man. Beyond wild indeed. He had this image in the public of being this soft-spoken, shy pop star but that couldn't be further from the truth. Making love to him had shown her that. His vigorous love-making and desperate hunger for her made goose-bumps prickle up on her skin.
The sex was so good the memory of it made her squirm sitting on the toilet seat. She had pulled his hair so much tonight she was surprised he wasn't bald. She was sure there was a lock of his hair somewhere on the floor between the living room and the master bedroom. She had marked his back repeatedly with her nails.
Their fiery personalities combined with sex was purely animalistic. Their lovemaking had been wild and out of control. The sexual tension that had been crackling between them for the past two days had erupted and combusted like a sexual volcano.
She stood up and flushed the toilet, then went to the sink nearest the shower and washed her hands. She stared longingly at the tub and shower, hoping her and Roman could christen it before she left. They had already christened three rooms in his apartment.
Kristen wiggled at the stickiness between her thighs and looked around for a rag. Her body was coated with dried sweat and bodily secretions. Roman had wiped them both down after their second encounter but they'd fallen asleep after the third.
She located a set of towels and rags in a closet in the bathroom and thought about taking a shower but she didn't want to take one without him. She wanted to have that experience. She wanted those dirty fantasies she'd had earlier about that sexy shower to come true.
She took the rag and towel to the sink with the make-up counter, turned on the water, took a quick bird bath and dried herself off. She folded the rag and towel; then placed them on the counter. She stared at her naked reflection in the mirror and blushed at how wild and wanton she looked.
Her brown eyes were wild, feral, and wide. Her hair was all other the place. There were several love bites on her shoulders, neck, stomach, and breasts. She glanced down at her thighs and weren't surprised to see a few on the inner parts of both of them. She was more than sure there were some on her back and ass. Maybe even inside of her. Roman couldn't stay off of it.
He loved going down on her. It was almost like he was obsessed with it. They had made love three times and he had gone down on her each time, not stopping until she'd released her sweetness in his mouth. She lost count of how many times she'd orgasmed that night.
She was almost embarrassed by how much noise she'd made; how loud she'd been. Every time he pulled an orgasm out of her it was like someone was reaching inside of her and pulling her insides out. That's how powerful they were. They felt so good she literally screamed each time she came, sometimes more than once.
Roman seemed to delight in her cries and did everything in his power to keep them coming. Not that he needed to try that hard. The man seemed to know what to do and how to do it without her even having to tell him.
His thrusts had been powerful, deep, and hard. Each time he entered her body, she literally had to hold her breath. The first time she hadn't been able to take all of him in and it was still difficult by the second time but by the third time she had almost grown accustomed to his large size.
She relished him putting his hands under her ass and arching her body to his. His body felt hard and strong against her soft one. He loved watching her breasts while he moved inside of her, delighting in their jiggle, especially when he moved faster.
His uncontrollable desire for her had turned her on immensely. He made her feel like she was the sexiest, most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Each time he'd made love to her he couldn't keep his eyes, his hands or mouth off of her. He had lived up to her fantasies and then some.