The Chronicles of Lorali and Roman

Lorali's POV (3)

He kissed me with something I had never felt before. Passion. It was incredible and spine tingling. I'm not sure if it was just me to this day, but whatever I felt with him made my skin stand on edge. I had kissed boys before, but this was somewhat of an electric shock. He was sweating, of course it was a hot night. I played with the edges of his shirt to imply the need I had for his shirt to come off. Smiling his half little smile, he pulled off his shirt and I never really knew that a nerdy, skinny, cute guy could look like this. Muscles even all his back muscles looked good, so good. He slid his hands up my sides and put his hands on my cheeks kissing my with his hips digging in to my sides. Having a hot guy on top of you with his hips digging in to you was the most satisfying things ever. One of my most vivid memories of Roman was looking up at him, with his black hair in his face and he told me he loved me. Right there, for the first time ever. I remember him kissing my neck.

Kissing, biting, sucking whispering in my ear. He made his way down my neck and moved my shirt to kiss my collar bone. Licking down between my breasts, grabbing , rubbing. With a tint in his eyes he looked up at me and tilted his head like it was a shame he couldn't get to what he wanted. Roman grabbed my collar, and pulled, ripping it down to past my boobs and smiles down at my chest. I have never had someone lick them and never know I wanted someone to until Roman. He edged his way lower and lower, closer and closer to something I didn't know he had never licked before in his life.

I'll never forget his smile, and how he slid off my pajama shorts and managed to bite the edge of my lace panties and pushed them to the side. He held them with his fingers and licked up and down repeatedly. I couldn't help but lock my elbows and grab handfuls of the blanket beneath me, probably taking grass with it. While holding my hips down, he flattened out his tongue and licked me all the way up, flicking his tongue at the top. I threw my head back biting my lips and trying not to moan. He surprisingly pushed his tongue inside of me multiple times. Smiling about it afterwards, he wiped his mouth and pulled himself back up to my neck to make me even wetter.

Next it was my turn to touch, and I was gonna be good. I put him on his knees, and sat in front of him blushing and turning redder with every second. I looked up to see him half smile and he sorta mumbled , but tried to sound cool, and said "do you need a hand?" (Although it was about as smooth as crunchy peanut butter) I laughed a little and might have nodded. Taking my wrist, he slid my hand to the base of his thick long cock. Thinking to myself about how reckless this was, how stupid and how I had never done it before I licked from the base to the head of him. I did everything from suck on the head , to lick the tip of his head with the tip of my tongue. Hearing him moan was so satisfying, like nothing I had heard before. I moved my mouth up and down , tightening my lips whenever I hit his head. I never could make it to the bottom, he was too long for me, I guess that isn't unusual.

Not long after I was nearly done, he pushed my on to my back by my shoulders and kissed me, and my neck, and my breasts. I put my hands on his hips and blushed while he kissed my neck. After a while he rubbed his hips against mine, and I gasped at the fact that it felt so good and so wrong. He kissed my neck and bit my ear just as he pushed the head in and pushed his lips against mine so I couldn't make a sound. After some time of this, a bright light came at us from my front door. You can imagine how fast he laid next to me, fixing himself as I covered up in my blanket. Soon after realizing it was Andrew, Roman got up and whisper screamed about how stupid he was for doing that bullshit. Andrew could only laugh and bring up the coming storm. I laid there watching this go on and had the privilege of watching Roman walk toward me shirtless and he laid down , kissed my underwear between my legs and put on my shorts. As he helped me up, and walked me back to my house I kissed him for what was seconds, but seemed like forever, only to sneak back in to the sheer blackness that is my old farm style house.