Roman by Sawyer Bennett
When she finishes the song and only after the last chord fades away, I nod toward the ukulele in her hands and tell her in a gruff voice, "Put that down and come here."
Her eyebrows rise, but there's clear interest in her eyes. "Come there?" she asks for clarification as she points to my body.
I tap my chest. "Right here. Right on top of me."
Lexi's cheeks flush and a little puff of breath blows out of her, but she immediately leans to her side and places her instrument on the floor.
With absolutely no hesitation, she comes up to her knees and slowly crawls up my body. Our gazes are locked tight and her eyes darken with intensity. When her chest comes level with mine, and her knees are pressed into the cushion just inches from my crotch, she asks me softly, "You going to kiss me?"
"I was thinking about it," I tell her as my hands come around her lower back, and I press on her until her body lowers and presses flush against mine.
And fuck, she feels good against me, just her soft curves and warmth starting to get me hard before I even lay my mouth on hers.
Lexi's forearms support her weight on my chest and she looks down at me with sizzling eyes and her long dark hair framing her face. We just stare at each other, knowing that once we take this step, our casual, light, and flirty friendship is going to change.
Fuck is it going to change.
Leaving one hand on her lower back, I slide the other up and over her shoulder, letting my palm glide up her neck so my fingers can tangle in her hair. She shivers when my thumb strokes her jaw before I cup my hand around the back of her head.
Lexi's hands reach out and circle behind my neck, which causes her chest to lower to mine, the soft curves of her breasts feeling fucking fantastic against me and causing her face to lower just a little bit more toward mine.
"So this is it?" she whispers as she licks her lower lip.
"This is it," I agree, and because I absolutely cannot wait one moment longer, I put pressure on the back of her head to force our mouths to close the distance. The first touch of her lips against mine causes a pleasure to punch straight through to my groin and she has no hesitation in immediately accepting my tongue. I give it to her slowly, angling her head a bit with my hand. My mouth moves against hers, gently but deeply, my hand at her lower back keeping her tight to me.
I could probably be content with just this slow mouth fucking, my nerves humming and my blood on a low boil, but Lexi moans softly into my mouth and I involuntarily react by nipping at her lower lip. I grab it with my teeth, press into the soft flesh with a low growl, and Lexi's entire body jerks against mine.
And Christ, my dick goes full-on hard, lengthening and swelling against her as our hips start to move and gyrate.
Giving a tiny suck first, I let Lexi's lip pop free, then she immediately presses her mouth against mine, rougher this time. Her head turns one way, mine goes the other, and our tongues engage in an almost pornographic battle.
Lexi moans again and grinds down on my erection, and suddenly I can't even begin to imagine why we would have tried to keep things slow. My hand on her back slides down, over her ass, where I squeeze it as she continues to rotate her hips, and that only makes me want more. I drop my hand lower, run my fingers over the seam of her ass, which I can feel in exquisite detail given the thin material of her leggings, and then I press hard against the back of her pussy.
It's like I just pulled a fucking trigger the minute my fingers grind into her warmth, and Lexi groans so deeply into my mouth with such yearning that I start to kiss her harder. Our teeth clash as our mouths battle, trying to devour each other. Lexi pulls one hand away from my neck and wedges it in between our bodies. She lifts to one side to make more room, and then her hand is on my dick, squeezing it in just the right way through the denim.
"Christ," I mutter into her mouth, and she starts a slow stroke against my aching shaft.
I shift my body, extend my shoulder, and get my fingers down deeper in between her legs. She's hot and slightly damp, and I try to push my fingers into her through the restrictive material of her leggings and panties.
I'm on the verge of losing control, and images of me ripping her clothes off and plunging into her start pulsing vividly in my imagination. I consider pulling my hand up, snaking it down the back of her leggings and panties so I can get my fingers into that wet warmth I know is begging for my touch.
"Roman," Lexi gasps as we both stroke and fondle and press against each other. Her voice is needful, so full of yearning that it causes an ache in my chest.
I want to fuck her so bad. Right here on my couch. Screw the rest of the foreplay, my cock wants inside of her right this very fucking moment, and I think I might go crazy from wanting it.
No...from needing it.
I absolutely fucking need it right now.
And with a burning realization that actually causes a twinge of fear to course through me, I think that I might need this more than I've needed anything else in my life.
That knowledge, knowing she has that kind of power over me, doesn't douse my feelings in the slightest. It's not even the source of my fear.
What is starting to make me slow my kiss and my hand between her legs is the epiphany that Lexi produces feelings in me that are foreign--in a good way--and because of that I might need to give a little deference for how this is going to go down.
"Lexi, wait a minute," I mumble into her mouth as I move my hand from between her legs and place it over her own hand that's stroking me. I halt her movement and it causes her head to rise up so she stares down at me with hazy eyes.
"What's wrong?" she rasps out.
"We should probably slow down...take things a bit slower," I say thickly, my body threatening to rebel as my brain tries to take control.
"Why?" she murmurs, her eyes dropping to my lips before rising back up to meet mine. "I want this. Don't you?"
"Fuck, yes, I want it," I growl at her, my fingers involuntarily squeezing against her hand, making her squeeze my cock. "But...it's moving fast. I don't want there to be regrets."
"Why would there be regrets?" she asks, her eyes clearing up a bit because of the serious nature of the conversation.
"There wouldn't...not on my part at least," I try to explain to her. "But...listen, I like you. I think you like me too. This is just different, and I'm not in a major rush for us to fuck. We can slow it down, continue to get to know each other."
She stares at me a moment before she murmurs, "But I'm ready."
"Are you?" I ask her bluntly. "You give me your body, that's a big deal. For both of us."
Damn...I've never said that to a woman before. Never cared if it went too fast, and never once did I worry if a woman would have regrets, mainly because I'd most likely never see her again.
But Lexi's different.
So damn different in all the right ways, and I just didn't realize women like her existed.
"Roman," she says gently, her face lowering a little so she can peer at me. "You defended me once. Do you remember?"
I nod my head.
"And I asked you why, when you hardly knew me. But it turns out, you did know me. You knew me well, because you said I'm a woman who plays a ukulele in a coffee shop for tips, and you've never seen anyone happier in their existence."
"I did say that," I agree softly.
"And that right there...it gave me great insight into the type of man you are too," she continues. "There's something between us...you know it. It's different. It's mysterious. But it's real and we're both ready."
Christ, this woman, lobbing common sense and mysticism at me all at once, but in my heart of hearts I know she's right.
"You're sure?" I ask her, giving her one last chance to slow down this barreling train we're on.
Lexi grins at me, reminding me that there will always be some type of levity between us. "Well, after that meal you made me tonight, I told you there was a good chance you were getting laid."
I laugh, raise my h
Chapter 16
Lexi
Roman leads me from the living room, down a short hall to the right of the front door and to the master bedroom. He admitted to me over dinner that when he bought this house he offered a significant amount over the asking price to include all of the existing furniture and decor. The sellers hopped all over that and Roman got a very nice, fully decorated and furnished house. I suspect he really was keen on doing that because the decor is more on the masculine, or at least gender-neutral, side.
His bedroom walls are done in a rich chocolate color with palm tree prints on the walls. His bed is a massive sleigh design that sits high up off the floor and has a matching dresser on one wall and an entertainment unit on the other that holds a spectacularly huge TV. The floors are a dark hardwood and the rug underneath has a gold and brown striped design, while his comforter is in a rich, deep red with matching shams. The only thing that gives the room away as potentially belonging to a bachelor is the fact his bed is unmade, and I get a little tingle of anticipation as I see the golden colored sheets appear to be satin.
Dropping my hand as soon as we enter the room, Roman turns toward a pair of matching chairs in front of a window where the wooden blinds are pulled closed. They're separated by a small round table with a lamp, which he turns on.
"Flip that overhead light off, Lex," he says softly, and I like that little nickname a lot.
I take a few steps back to the switch by the door and do as he requested, which causes the room to dim with the only light coming from the table lamp now. It's actually a lovely, romantic glow, and it makes me wonder if tonight is about romance or just pure release.
I suspect maybe both, as I'm still feeling the butterflies over Roman offering to slow things down.
Roman turns to look at me, and his voice is gruff when he says, "You're an adventurer, Lexi. I've learned that much about you. I want to put that to the test."
My skin immediately tightens and a low throb starts between my legs. I lick my lips and ask huskily, "What did you have in mind?"
Giving me a dark smile, Roman steps back and sits down on one of the chairs. He spreads his legs out in front of him and there's enough glow from the lamp that I can easily see his huge erection outlined through his jeans. Resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, he clasps his hands over his stomach and says, "I want to watch you."
"Watch me do what?" I whisper.
"I want to watch you," he repeats, and just by the sexual rumble in his voice, the meaning is clear. He wants to watch me do whatever I want to do, and he intends to enjoy it.
Oh wow.
My skin now starts to tingle and my heart starts thumping erratically. I'm not shy in the bedroom and I'm confident in myself, but I'm not going to lie...the pressure is a little overwhelming, because I want Roman to really, really like what I show him.
I'll die if I let him down.
"Don't," he says softly as he sits up a little in the chair to lean forward.
"Don't what?" I ask in surprise at his command, as I hadn't even made a move yet. Haven't even decided what to do.
"Don't get inside your head. Trust me...I will love it if you choose to sit your pretty ass on that bed fully clothed and just sing to me."
My heart stops its frantic thump and immediately starts to melt over his words and the way he's solemnly watching me right now.
"Okay," I whisper to him, my hands immediately going to the hem of my sweater. I have a brief glimpse of Roman relaxing back into his chair while his eyes roam over me before it's blocked by my sweater coming off.
I'd worn a simple black cotton camisole under the sweater and hadn't bothered with a bra because I don't have the biggest boobs in the world. But I can feel my nipples are erect and feel oversensitive against the soft material covering them. I leave the cami alone, though, instead choosing to walk across the room to where Roman sits.
His eyebrows rise in surprise as I step between his legs before turning to sit on one of his strong thighs, using him as a perch. Leveraging myself with one hand on his chest--which is warm, rising and falling deeply under my touch--I bend over to daintily pull first one, then the other sock off.
Once my socks are off, I rise off his leg just enough to push my leggings past my hips and thighs, and when they get to my knees, I sit back on his leg so I can pull them all the way off without having to hop around like a fool.
"I like having you undress like this," Roman says in a deep rumble. "So close to me I can feel your heat."
My head turns to look at him, and I wish I hadn't, because his expression is so fiercely needful that I can't help but wonder if I'll be able to fulfill his fantasies.
I need space to calm my frantic pulse, so I push off his leg, lifting a hand and letting my fingertips trail briefly against his jaw as I walk to the bed. Although I can't see him, I feel the weight of Roman's eyes pinned to my ass, which is barely covered by a pair of dove-gray satin panties with lace trim.
So of course I sway my hips as I cross to his bed and then climb up on top, pushing the comforter that's balled up on the lower half of the bed all the way off so there's nothing obstructing Roman's view of me.
I come to my knees as I turn toward Roman, whose eyes are lasered onto me. I slide my fingertips up my thighs, past my hips. My intent is to give him a slow show, drive him crazy in incremental moments. Build him up until he becomes wild for me, just as I sensed he was out on the couch.
I grab the edge of my camisole that comes down just past the edge of the waistband of my panties and pull it up a few inches so he gets a peek at my stomach. With my other hand, I let my fingertips flirt with the satin covering the front of my mound, snaking them up to the elastic edge. Roman's eyes glitter in the lamplight and he sits up in his chair, leaning forward as if to get a better view.
My further intent is to dive my hand down, burrow it deep inside and let Roman imagine what my hand is doing underneath that satin, but I'm shocked when he lunges from the chair and in one large stride he's up on the bed and I'm underneath him, flat on my back. My breath huffs out in surprise, my legs automatically parting for him to settle against me. Roman looms over me, his large body tensed as his hands press down into the mattress at my shoulders.
"I thought you wanted to watch me," I whisper as I bring my hands to his chest, where I can feel the thunder of his heart against my palms.
"I did," he growls, looking slightly vexed. "But apparently have I no fucking self-control where you're concerned."
"Well, if it helps," I tell him with a brash smile, "it's a total turn-on the way you jumped on me."
His return smile is a little stiff, and I realize that he's still struggling for some control. He pushes off the mattress, coming to his knees, and reaches into his back pocket. Out comes his wallet and he fishes out a condom, tossing the wallet to the floor and the foil packet onto the bed next to me.
Roman sits back on his haunches and studies me a moment, his eyes slowly traveling down to my chest. He reaches out with one hand, turns it, and grazes a knuckle over one of my nipples. A punch of lust hits me hard between my legs and I moan over the slight touch, silently begging for him to give me more.
His gaze slowly travels back up and he leans over me, palms now to the mattress by my head. Roman's head descends and my mouth is already open when his meets mine. He kisses me so deeply my entire body shudders, and I vaguely feel his hands slide from the bed to my shoulders, fingers moving inward to the base of my collarbone.
I'm sunk so deep into our kiss, his tongue stroking mine with surety, that I barely comprehend his hands grabbing onto the neckline of my camisole.
R-i-i-i-p!
Roman rears up off me and I'm stunned to see him looking down at me in triumph with my cotton camisole split down the middle and now lying at my side.
"I can't believe you just ripped my
That scoundrel grins at me, then his eyes slide down to my breasts, followed by his hands as they palm each one before squeezing them. "Told you I have no control where you're concerned."
"You owe me a new cami," I say on a gasp as he pinches a nipple, causing me to moan his name. "Roman."
"I like that," he murmurs as his eyes rise back up to mine. "You moaning my name. Let's see how many more times I can get you to do that."
A vicious cramp of desire hits me square between the legs and I silently beg him to rip my panties off the same exact way.
But he doesn't, instead choosing to stretch out on top of me and start right back at the top again, just kissing me.
Time has no meaning as our mouths explore and our hands tentatively grasp each other. Somewhere in there, during the lost minutes--perhaps hours--Roman's clothes come off and he even removes the shreds of my cami along with my panties.
With our breathing getting heavier and our touches getting bolder, I get to a point where I just can't take any more of this foreplay.
"Roman," I gasp into the air, my back arching off the bed as his mouth closes over my nipple. My fingers are deep into his hair and I give a little tug. "Will you fuck me already?"
He chuckles, the vibrations spreading away from my nipple, and he lifts his head up to look at me. "Laska...I'll get there soon enough."
Laska? I have no clue what that means, but it's lovely.
But then I don't care what it means, because finally Roman puts his hand between my legs and slides a finger gently but deeply into me.
"Roman," I moan.
"That's right," he growls as he pulls his finger out and adds another, pressing in deep and keeping them there. "Now I'm going to make you come, Lexi."
Holding himself up over me with his weight on one elbow, Roman proceeds to use his fingers between my legs to drive me to almost desperate need. His face looms right over mine, refusing to kiss me but preferring to watch every nuance of pleasure on my face while he drives me to an embarrassingly quick orgasm.