“I want to feel you around me. You’re going to come for me.” He slips one hand between the bed and my body and presses his fingertips to my clit, tracing circles there that start with a pressure so light I can’t imagine it will have any effect, but with each trip around it builds, and builds, and I am trapped. I can’t get away from his cock and I don’t want to. I reach blindly behind me until I find his other wrist, then press his hand to my throat. He groans his pleasure at that, his grip confident as he works me into an orgasm so strong it verges on pain. He does not let me escape it. In fact, he coaxes another one for me, his cock jumping inside of me, and it’s only when I’m completely spent that he puts his hands on my hips and holds me still as he rides out his own release.

I can’t catch my breath. Roman curls his body behind mine, our heads on the same pillow, and says things to me in a low voice. I don’t catch the words, but his tone is soothing, validating, approving, and I wish I could bottle it up and keep it forever. I wish I could keep him forever.

He undoes the pins in my hair and works it free. I could cry at the release of this tension, which I didn’t realize I was still holding, and he works the knots out of my hair with his fingers. I lose myself in his careful, gentle strokes. His voice fades in. “—most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he’s saying. “You’re perfection. Utter perfection.”

For the first time in my life, I drift into an easy sleep knowing that nothing can go wrong.

20

Roman

Jenny digs her fingernails into the backs of my shoulders, and my awareness is so sharpened by the sensation of fucking her up against the wall that I can feel all ten crescents stinging into my flesh. In some other context it would hurt, but in this one it only makes my drive intensify. My balls tighten and my cock expands. Jenny feels it. I know from the low half-moan in the back of her throat that she feels it, and it makes a fucking virtuous circle when she holds on tighter. She drops her head forward so that her lips are level with my ear and whispers, “I love it when you fuck me like this, like you’re an animal, like you’ll never stop...” She’s still whispering when I come, every muscle tensing from my calves to my biceps.

It’s exquisite, as far as fucking her like an animal goes.