“Oh, you liked that.” His tone is confident, curious, as if I’m an experiment and he’s doing all this for the good of humanity. I’ll happily donate my body to the cause. “I wonder what I’ll find between those legs.” He bends down and breathes against the side of my neck. I feel his teeth there, teasing, threatening, and every breath I take is superheated with desire. One of his hands is moving down, down, down over my dress. “Spread for me.” I plant my heels on the floor, wide, knowing exactly what he’ll find. Roman’s hand glides between my legs, palm cupping my swollen pussy through the damp fabric of my panties. That extra layer does nothing to deter him from finding my clit with his fingertips while his thumb teases at my opening. I wish he’d tear them off of me. “Wet.” Nothing has ever been hotter than Roman Bliss assessing this most intimate part of me. “So fucking wet.” Then he forces my dress up over my hips and in a flash of tearing fabric and pressure he destroys my panties.

I’m torn between the desire for him to do the same to my dress and the fact that it was expensive. Roman pushes me down so that my breasts are pinned against the bed, and the next thing I feel is him working at the zipper.

It comes free, and then his mouth is on my back, pressing kisses into my spine. Every inch of exposed skin gets another kiss, another nibble, another bite. “Keep those legs spread,” he murmurs into my back. I can’t find words to answer him, only moans that would have absolutely mortified me in front of any other man.

He lets me close my legs to tug the dress off, then immediately presses them open again, wider than before. Roman resumes the line of fiery kisses down my spine, and I tense when he reaches my ass, but he doesn’t stop. He bites, swirling his tongue against the flesh there too, and I’m holding onto the comforter for dear life.

Then his mouth is on my aching slit, and I’m not a person anymore. I’m only an animal bundle of nerves and pleasure, rocking my hips back into his face. I can feel myself clenching as he licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue. My thighs shake with the effort of holding them open. The rest of me shakes from holding all that pleasure in my body until I can’t hold it anymore and it explodes onto his tongue with another gush of wetness. Roman keeps licking, lapping it all up, and doesn’t move from between my legs until my knees buckle.

He’s there to catch me, somehow unhooking my bra and sliding it off even as he lowers me to the bed on my back.