Crave

09

Romans POV

I watch as Valentina looks over at me, the rain coming down harder as I start to slowly walk over to her, breathing heavily as I stop a few inches from her, trying to stop myself from grabbing her and doing everything I'd been thinking of. Fuck. She looked too good right now. The thin fabric of her silk nightgown was stuck to her skin with the rain, like paint on her body.
I glance down to her, watching as her eyes move over me for a moment before looking back into mine just as I begin to speak " how are you doing this?" I ask, trying to keep my eyes on hers because with every glance down it chips a small piece of my self restraint away.
How the fuck was it possible for someone to have this much control over me. How was she able to fucking ruin me and not even know.
She furrows her eyebrows lightly, taking a small step toward me as she speaks, her perfect fucking lips drawing me near the edge " doing what?" She asks and I can't help but chuckle at her confusion, how could she not see?
I slowly move my eyes over her body, taking in as many details as I could, before starting to speak
" fucking ruining me Antheia. You're all I can think about. I need you." I mutter and watch as she freezes, every second that passes in silence feels like a blow to my chest. But then I hear her voice, quietly " then have me" she whispers and I slowly move my eyes to hers.
Her consent was all I needed, all I wanted. The only thing stopping me.
I move my hands to her hips, gripping them tightly and suddenly hating the thin silk that was stopping my hands from touching her bare skin. I pull her toward me anyways, crashing my lips into hers and closing my eyes as I can't help but love the feel of her perfect lips on mine. This was better than I'd ever imagined.
As she moves her arms around my neck and pulls me closer I lose all sense of reality, feeling the tips of her breasts touching my chest, I move one hand down toward her ass, pulling her tightly against me as I deepen the kiss, eager to have every inch of her as I feel her hands run through my hair. Gods. I usually hated when people touched my hair. But this. This was something else entirely.
I pull my lips from hers, already missing the feeling, slowly beginning to kiss down her jaw and neck, making my way down toward her chest, not wasting any time.
I begin kissing the top of her breast, slowly moving down the strap to her nightgown, wanting that thing out of my way. Slowly beginning to kiss around her nipple piercing, resisting the urge to take the whole thing into my mouth. I didn't want to rush this.
I slowly pull away, looking up to her as I slowly move onto my knees in the wet grass, watching as she looks down to me with that adorable confused look on her face, I stay silent, moving my hands to her hips and pulling her toward me. Focused on one thing.
I slowly move the thin damp fabric of her nightgown up above her hips, my eyes locking on her perfect fucking pussy.
I slowly look up to her, pulling my eyes away, making sure I wasn't going too far, too fast, I didn't want to rush her. But as she bites her lower lip I take that as my sign, not wasting any more time. I needed to taste her.
I move my head down between her thighs, running my tongue along her slit as she gasps lightly.
Holy fuck.
As I push my tongue between her folds and she moves her hand to my hair, running her fingers through it and moaning softly I can barely contain myself. Slowly pressing my tongue against her clit as I try not to cum right here and now. Her taste alone was enough to throw me off the edge, but hearing her moan was like adding gasoline to a burning fucking fire.

I slowly start to move my tongue down toward her entrance, but then pull away. I needed to enjoy her fully. Spread open and take my time.
I slowly move to my feet, keeping my eyes on hers as I adjust her nightgown again, taking a second before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the back door into the house.
Once inside I wait for malek to come in before closing the door behind us and leading her up the stairs silently, as I walk past her bedroom I feel her steps falter, but continue on to her art room. Opening the door and waiting for her to step inside before going in after her and closing the door.
As she looks up to me I silently pick her up and walk over to her desk, carefully setting her down and moving onto my knees in-front of her. I then gently grab her hips and pull her toward the edge of the desk, as she looks down to me I spread her legs apart, lifting her nightgown again before bringing my mouth right back to her clit.