JADE
My words were all the confirmation he needed.
Roman scooped me up gently, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, settling into the most comfortable spot.
Suddenly, I was the one above him, my hair spilling over his face like a curtain.
I kissed him.
He kissed me back—first slow and savouring, like he wanted to memorize every second, then deeper, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of me pulling away.
For a heartbeat, I froze.
Then something inside me melted completely.
My fingers twisted into his shirt, clinging to him like he was the only steady thing in the world.
His hands slid up my back, warm and careful, before he slowly lifted the hem of my shirt.
The heat of his palms against my skin made me shiver.
Why did everything about him feel this good?
He carried me to the bed and laid me down with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
Then he climbed over me, bracing his weight on his arms so he didn’t press me into the mattress.
The low buzz of the vibrator still hummed somewhere on the sheets.
His gaze drifted over my body, dark with hunger but soft at the edges—like he was looking at something precious he couldn’t wait to cherish.
He licked his lips.
I pushed up and nipped at his neck, dragging my teeth lightly over his skin until he let out a quiet, surprised sound.
Before I could pull back, he caught my mouth again in a slow, unhurried kiss.
He wasn’t rushing.
He had all the time in the world, and that thrilled me more than anything.
My lips throbbed, but it was the best kind of ache—the kind that made my stomach flutter and left me wanting more.
He drew back just enough to hold my eyes, then reached for the vibrator and pressed it lightly against the inside of my thigh.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden vibration against my skin.
“Do you like what you feel?” he whispered, his voice low and a little rough.
I bit my lip, eyes fluttering as he dragged the toy slowly up my leg, teasing closer and closer to my panties.
“Roman, you…” The words came out as a desperate little whimper I barely recognized as my own.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured, the rumble of his voice sending sparks through me.
“Say my name again.”
He set the vibrator aside and replaced it with his fingers, tracing the soaked fabric of my panties with feather-light touches.
One gentle tug, and he slipped them to the side.
His fingertip circled my clit with such careful focus that it made my head spin.
I lay beneath him, whimpering, trying—and failing—to stay quiet.
I had no idea what I was doing.
This was all new.
His finger eased away, and he lowered himself over me again, trailing soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
Every gentle nip felt like a quiet claim.
My hand pressed to his chest and then fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
I wanted to feel all of him.
Roman caught my wrist gently and met my eyes.
“Let me,” he said, voice warm and almost gentlemanly.
He peeled the shirt off in one smooth motion, then guided my hand back to his bare chest.
“Like what you feel?”
I nodded, a soft whimper escaping as my palm stroked over the hard planes of muscle.
My stomach flipped at the way he looked at me—like my touch actually mattered to him.
He lifted my shirt next, hands gliding up my stomach until they cupped my breasts.
His thumbs brushed slow circles around my nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure through me.
His other hand slid up my thigh; when my legs instinctively pressed together, he waited, patient, until I relaxed.
Only then did his finger slip inside me.
A loud moan broke from my throat—his name falling from my lips like I’d never heard it before.
I didn’t know when my shirt came off, but suddenly it was gone.
While one finger moved inside me with slow, curling strokes, his mouth closed over my nipple, tongue rolling gently.
“Wait,” I breathed, gripping his shoulder.
He stilled immediately and pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes soft with concern even as his finger stayed buried inside me.
“Jade?”
My chest heaved.
“It’s…
It’s my first time.”
He nodded as he’d already known, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll be careful,” he promised, his voice steady and low.
“We’ll go as slow as you need.
You tell me if anything feels too much, okay?”
That was all I needed to hear.
I surged up and kissed him again, my hand tracing the lines of his chest, then drifting lower until my fingers brushed the buckle of his belt.
He helped me, guiding my hand until my palm wrapped around him.
The size of him made my heart stutter.
He was thick, hot, and pulsing in my grip.
“Ugh…
Jade,” he groaned, head tipping back, the sound low and rough.
But even then, his hips stayed still, letting me explore at my own pace.
I stroked him slowly, curious and a little nervous, learning the velvety heat of his skin.
Every twitch and hitch of his breath made me feel powerful.
Roman’s breath grew ragged.
“Just like that, baby…
fuck, you feel so good.” His finger kept moving inside me—slow, gentle, scissoring carefully to stretch me open.
Every time I pumped him, he answered with a deeper stroke, matching my rhythm.
He kissed me again, slow and reverent, while his free hand eased my thighs wider.
“You’re dripping for me,” he murmured against my lips, adding a second finger with aching care.
The stretch stung for a moment, but the pleasure quickly swallowed it.
“I—I don’t know if…” My voice cracked.
He pulled back just enough to hold my gaze.
His eyes were dark with lust, but the softness in them never wavered.
“We go slow.
You tell me if it’s too much.
Anytime.
I’ve got you.”
I nodded, biting my lip.
He eased his fingers out, leaving me aching and empty.
The vibrator was switched off and set aside.
Roman stood at the edge of the bed and pushed his trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion.
His cock sprang free—thick and long, the head glistening.
My stomach flipped.
He looked even bigger standing over me, but he stroked himself slowly, watching my face with gentle eyes.
“Still with me?” he asked, his voice low and reassuring.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Please.”
He climbed back over me, settling between my spread thighs.
The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my slick folds as he rubbed it up and down, teasing my clit until I moaned his name again.
Roman leaned down, kissing me deeply as he began to push inside – inch by careful inch.
The stretch was intense.
A sharp sting made me gasp and tense.
He froze instantly, forehead pressed to mine.
“Breathe, Jade,” he whispered, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing slow circles over my clit.
“Relax for me.
You’re doing so well, baby.
Taking me so perfectly.”
I exhaled shakily and forced my body to soften.
He rocked forward a little more, then paused again, letting me adjust.
The burn slowly melted into a deep, full pressure that made my toes curl.
“More,” I begged, voice trembling.
“I want all of you.”
A low groan rumbled through him.
He pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt with one final, careful thrust.
We both moaned—mine high and breathless, his rough and satisfied.
He stayed perfectly still inside me, letting me feel every thick inch, every throb.
His lips brushed my temple, my cheek, and the corner of my mouth.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured.
“So tight…
so fucking perfect for me.”
After a few heartbeats, the discomfort faded, replaced by a heavy, aching need.
I rolled my hips experimentally, and pleasure shot through me.
Roman cursed softly.
“That’s it, baby.
Move with me.”
He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
Every glide nudged that sensitive spot inside me, building heat low in my belly.
My nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure climbed higher.
“Roman…
oh god, Roman—”
His pace quickened, still controlled, still gentle, but deeper now.
Skin met skin in a steady rhythm, mixing with my whimpers and his low groans.
He hooked one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider, driving into me with tender precision.
I could feel it building—something huge and unstoppable.
My walls fluttered around him, clenching tighter with every thrust.
“Come for me, Jade,” he growled softly against my ear, his voice dark but warm.
“Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
His thumb pressed firm, perfect circles on my clit, and that was all it took.
Pleasure crashed over me like a wave.
I cried out, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm ripped through me, pulsing hard around his length.
Roman kept moving through it, slow and steady, drawing every last tremor from me.
“Fuck…
Jade—” He buried his face in my neck and thrust deep one final time, coming hard with a guttural groan, spilling inside me.
We stayed locked together, panting, trembling.
His weight felt grounded and safe.
After a moment, he lifted his head, brushing damp hair from my face, his eyes soft and full of something that made my heart squeeze.
“You okay?” he whispered, pressing the gentlest kiss to my lips.
I smiled, still floating, body buzzing.
“More than okay.”
He chuckled lowly and nuzzled into my neck.
“Good.
Because we’re nowhere near done yet.”