I rose out of my splits. Without Roman there to watch , it felt silly to remain that way - like I was doing stretches in the skimpiest pair of panties I could find.
I took the white robe and slid into it. I knew Roman was tall, at least six feet, but I felt like Dumbledore in the thing, its sleeves hung well past my hands and the bottom dragged across the ground like a wedding dress.
The mobster’s little wife, I thought with a smile as I did a lap around the enormous bathroom, admiring the marble tiled floor, walk-in shower that was almost as big as my bedroom, and the built-in tub in the corner that I could see myself falling asleep in every evening.
The gangster’s bride?
I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. I’d only just t the man, but there was no denying the effect he had on .
When I’d first t him at the museum, I’d been completely taken by his presence and physicality. But there was more to it than that and I’d almost given myself to him right then and there.
But when I’d run into him again at the club and learned who he was, I was afraid. But once I saw what he did to Dante and how he protected , I was smitten again.
He’d paid off my debt like it was nothing — all cash. And he’d done it without hesitation.
I knew he was supposed to be a big, an cri boss, but he seed like the nicest man I’d ever t — a man who was not afraid of doing whatever it took to protect what was his.
I tried to keep the doubts from my mind as I paced the bathroom by myself, but it was hard not to wonder what it was that had been so important that he had to leave so quickly.
Maybe the cops were investigating him? Maybe another rival cri boss was making a move on his...turf? That was a thing, right?
Maybe his n had gotten out of hand at the strip club. That wouldn’t bother . Dante deserved whatever he got.
Or maybe it was family problems. It occurred to that I knew nothing about his personal life, his parents, or whether he had siblings, cousins...
..girlfriends...
...wives...
“No," I said to myself. “He wouldn’t. He’s not that kind of guy."
But how do you know? I thought, with that that nagging inner voice every girl has inside her that insists on being heard at the worst of tis.
But I had to listen, didn’t I? I may have felt that Roman wasn’t that kind of guy, but I didn’t know. In fact, I knew nothing about him. The only thing I did know was that he’d swept off my feet like a Disney Prince, and I was praying with all my heart that he didn’t turn out to be the villain.
"Sorry about that," Roman’s warm voice said from behind .
I turned around as he ca into the room. "Ergency."
"Nothing serious, I Felicity?" I probed. Roman was obviously perceptive and knew what I was doing but chose not to elaborate.
"Nah," he replied, coming right up to . He looked at the robe and smiled. "I like this look on you."
“It’s like the boyfriend t-shirt, but the boyfriend robe,” I joked.
"Boyfriend, eh? Pretty presumptuous, aren’t you?"
“I didn’t an to —”
"I’m just kidding, angel," he said, silencing with his lips.
We kissed, and all doubt and worry were rinsed from my mind. And all that was left was Roman and his warmth, his sll, his strength, and that big bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach.
His return reawakened my arousal. I moaned as his strong hands gripped my ass and pulled against him and I was suddenly conscious of my naked body beneath the robe.
"Co on, angel," he whispered. "Let’s go to the bedroom."
"Okay." I whispered.
He took my hand and led into the hall. We passed countless other rooms on the way to the door that must have been his bedroom, and feeling a little playful, I dashed ahead of him and sort of skipped while shaking my hips.
I was just playing around, trying to get a response from him, but I never could have anticipated his reaction.
Like so kind of wild predator, Roman pounced on from behind. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed down onto the ground. I cried out in surprise as he snatched by the hips and lifted my ass up into the air, then took the helm of my robe and threw it up over my shoulders, exposing everything to him.
Before I could react, Roman pressed his tongue between my thighs and drew a line up my dripping slit.
"Oh my God!" I gasped as a jolt of pleasure overwheld .
He repeated the movent, starting at my clit, which caused to cry out, then moved all the way up to my hole, and then to my other hole.
He didn’t even care. In fact, he loved it. He was a hungry man who wanted to devour every inch of , and I’d never been more turned on in my life.
He groaned into as he probed my pussy with his tongue.
My arms flailed against the ground as my hands searched for sothing to grab onto as the sensations overwheld , but the floor was smooth hardwood and there was nothing.
So I did the only thing I could do; I grabbed my robe and bunched it up between my fists and hung on for dear life.
Like the rest of Roman, his tongue was strong and precise. He grabbed my ass with both hands and spread open, then slid his tongue inside and probed in and out, basically fucking with it. It was the closest I’d ever been to penetration, and imdiately, all I could think of was how badly I wanted his cock inside .
But Roman had other plans.
He flattened his tongue and dragged it down my slit and back to my swollen little clit that was pulsing with desire. He rolled around it a few tis, causing my entire body to shake, then lapped up and down, keeping constant pressure.
My core began to tingle as my body went tight. I didn’t know if it was the anticipation, the foreplay, his skillful tongue or a combination of all the above, but I was already on the edge of orgasm.
"Roman..." I moaned into the soft fabric of the robe he’d given .
I should have been nervous. I had my ass in the air and was completely spread open for a man I’d only just t, but I wasn’t. In fact, I felt so sexy.
"Mmmm," he moaned into as he kept pressure on my clit. His voice vibrated against my pussy lips and the sensations within grew, and when he spanked my ass with his rough hand, I plumted over the edge.
My body went tense and shook, as a mind-blowing orgasm hit and forced my mouth open and the breath from my lungs. My stomach tensed like I’d done a thousand crunches and a hot bloom of ecstasy flared through my pussy. I felt more wetness drip out of and onto Roman’s perfect chin.
"I’m coming!" I yelped when I was finally able to speak again.
My heartbeat pulsed against Roman’s tongue, and I saw stars against the back of my eyelids as he held firm, relishing in what he was doing to .
My legs gave out from under as my orgasm flowed through and I collapsed onto the floor and curled up into the fetal position, one hand over my pulsing pussy as I fought to recover.
I felt the heat from Roman’s body as he leaned over , his strong arms on either side of my head, and brought his lips to my ear.
"You like that, angel?"
“I-I can’t even..."
"I know," he whispered. “But don’t kid yourself. I’m nowhere near done with you."
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