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pick."
Thump!
At last I get one good shot in even though he doesn't even flinch. That's when he grabs me by both of my upper arms and stares me forcefully in the eyes.
"Orgasm it is."
Just the gravelly roughness of his voice instantly sends a gush of moisture between my legs, and I realize that no matter how much I pretend that I don't want it I’d rather have death by orgasm at the hands of this man any frackin' day.
Roman quickly tosses me down on the bed, straddles my hips, then lifts my arms up over my head. I'm hesitant to keep them there, because he just spent the last few minutes tickling me to death under my pits, but I hold them still.
"Keep your hands up there. Don't move them. I'm going to try something."
"What?"
He ignores me and gets up to grab a few melting ice cubes from the ice bucket and tosses them in his mouth. Then he moves slowly towards my right breast and circles my nipple with his now frigid tongue. My nipple pebbles almost immediately, and I inadvertently groan in approval.
I start to spread my legs a little wider as a subtle invitation for him to keep up the good work, but he isn't falling for my trickery. The sadist that he is wants to draw this whole episode out.
"Uh-uh Duchess. Keep those legs clamped shut."
He continues the magical shit he is doing with his tongue and teeth by adding a few more cubes to his mouth and moving to my left nipple. The sensitive one.
I can tell by his handling of this breast that he is fully aware that I am more sensitive on this side than the other. He isn't as rough with this nipple. He's slower and more precise about how he flicks his tongue back and forth, and then around and around, ending each pattern with a tiny kiss on the underside of my breast.
He decides to do one of his famous spot checks and slides his middle finger along the slit of my sex and is pleased with what he finds.
"Perfect wet pussy."
The words are enough to send me to the precipice, but I'm not quite ready to topple over just yet. Roman continues teasing, suckling, and savoring my breasts over and over with an occasional spot check down below, and as if he has some sort of sixth sense and knows I'm about to blow, he gives my pussy a quick hard slap and that's when I fall completely off the cliff and into a blissful, orgasmic state of hell yes!
"That was number eight." I pant and say with a smile.
"My lucky number. I think I'll stop it there."
I rub my legs together, because unbelievably I don't want him to stop. I need more of him.”
"Oh, but does my Duchess want something more?"
He knows that I do.
"Does she?" He asks again.
"Yes."
"What do you want? Tell me." He grins.
"I want–"
I can't say the words. I've only had sex with Roman once, and one time is a mistake, but twice is ridiculous. I know that everything we've been doing today is no frackin' better, but at least I can say with a straight face that we haven't exactly been fucking like bunnies. At least I can say it was a one-time thing. If I have sex with him again, right now, I won't be able to even say that.
"I want … I want to go home Roman."
Roman pauses for a moment and stares at me as if he's looking straight through my eyes and into the back of my head. I'm pretty sure he's pissed, and that's putting it mildly.
He stands up, pulls the jeans he had on yesterday back on and simply orders me to, "Get dressed."
"Where are you going?" I asked slightly panicked that I've completely ruined one of the best days of my life.
"To get showered, get my shit, and get us both the hell out of here and back to the real world.”
As soon as I hear the door click shut with him on the other side a few tears begin to fall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELIZABETH
Roman did some juggling and was able to book a business class seat on my same flight back to Philly. Our seats aren’t next to each other though, and I am a little surprised that he hasn't bothered to ask his neighbor or mine if either of them would consider
Thump!
At last I get one good shot in even though he doesn't even flinch. That's when he grabs me by both of my upper arms and stares me forcefully in the eyes.
"Orgasm it is."
Just the gravelly roughness of his voice instantly sends a gush of moisture between my legs, and I realize that no matter how much I pretend that I don't want it I’d rather have death by orgasm at the hands of this man any frackin' day.
Roman quickly tosses me down on the bed, straddles my hips, then lifts my arms up over my head. I'm hesitant to keep them there, because he just spent the last few minutes tickling me to death under my pits, but I hold them still.
"Keep your hands up there. Don't move them. I'm going to try something."
"What?"
He ignores me and gets up to grab a few melting ice cubes from the ice bucket and tosses them in his mouth. Then he moves slowly towards my right breast and circles my nipple with his now frigid tongue. My nipple pebbles almost immediately, and I inadvertently groan in approval.
I start to spread my legs a little wider as a subtle invitation for him to keep up the good work, but he isn't falling for my trickery. The sadist that he is wants to draw this whole episode out.
"Uh-uh Duchess. Keep those legs clamped shut."
He continues the magical shit he is doing with his tongue and teeth by adding a few more cubes to his mouth and moving to my left nipple. The sensitive one.
I can tell by his handling of this breast that he is fully aware that I am more sensitive on this side than the other. He isn't as rough with this nipple. He's slower and more precise about how he flicks his tongue back and forth, and then around and around, ending each pattern with a tiny kiss on the underside of my breast.
He decides to do one of his famous spot checks and slides his middle finger along the slit of my sex and is pleased with what he finds.
"Perfect wet pussy."
The words are enough to send me to the precipice, but I'm not quite ready to topple over just yet. Roman continues teasing, suckling, and savoring my breasts over and over with an occasional spot check down below, and as if he has some sort of sixth sense and knows I'm about to blow, he gives my pussy a quick hard slap and that's when I fall completely off the cliff and into a blissful, orgasmic state of hell yes!
"That was number eight." I pant and say with a smile.
"My lucky number. I think I'll stop it there."
I rub my legs together, because unbelievably I don't want him to stop. I need more of him.”
"Oh, but does my Duchess want something more?"
He knows that I do.
"Does she?" He asks again.
"Yes."
"What do you want? Tell me." He grins.
"I want–"
I can't say the words. I've only had sex with Roman once, and one time is a mistake, but twice is ridiculous. I know that everything we've been doing today is no frackin' better, but at least I can say with a straight face that we haven't exactly been fucking like bunnies. At least I can say it was a one-time thing. If I have sex with him again, right now, I won't be able to even say that.
"I want … I want to go home Roman."
Roman pauses for a moment and stares at me as if he's looking straight through my eyes and into the back of my head. I'm pretty sure he's pissed, and that's putting it mildly.
He stands up, pulls the jeans he had on yesterday back on and simply orders me to, "Get dressed."
"Where are you going?" I asked slightly panicked that I've completely ruined one of the best days of my life.
"To get showered, get my shit, and get us both the hell out of here and back to the real world.”
As soon as I hear the door click shut with him on the other side a few tears begin to fall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELIZABETH
Roman did some juggling and was able to book a business class seat on my same flight back to Philly. Our seats aren’t next to each other though, and I am a little surprised that he hasn't bothered to ask his neighbor or mine if either of them would consider
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