Having Grace

31.

It was exhilarating. My hands slowly dropped from my dress as I pressed up against Roman's body, my eyes closed, accepting what was happening.

It was a strange feeling.

I've kissed people before, males for my pleasure, females for laughs, but none have ever made me feel like I was the only other person that mattered to someone else.

Not like this.

Roman's hand rested on the back of my neck, keeping me to him. His other was on the small of my back as my hands went to his shoulders.

His teeth grazed the bottom of my lip as I gasped. Not from pain, but how pleasurable it felt to me.

Roman groaned as my tongue touched his, my fingers digging deeper into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Roman pulled away, slowly, tantalising me as I leaned forward, wanting more, wanting his lips again, panting for air, but not really wanting it.

But I did get what I wanted, Roman's lips didn't go far. I felt them next to my lips, on my jaw, his teeth scrapping me, making my stomach knot, my fingers gripping him harder.

His tongue went to my ear, the slow sucking of my ear lobe, then down my throat, the nipping at my throat.

"Roman," I breathed out.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked me. I shook my head as my fingers went over his shoulders and down his chest, undoing each button on his shirt.

I peeled the shirt off him as my lips found his, my dress barely staying up.

I stepped back, letting it fall, pooling around my legs.

We shuffled to the bed and I fell on to the massive bed. Roman followed, landing on top off me, not breaking apart. I felt the skin on his back, his hands roaming over my body.

I tried undoing his pants, my fingers shaking, trying to make the field even. I was only in a lacy thong.

Roman helped me with his pants, kissing my chest as he did, wiggling out off his pants.

"Tell me when to stop." He mumbled in my skin as I slid my hand through his hair, pulling at it.

"No. Don't." I moaned at him as I felt his hands on my hips.

I feel so wanted and needed and I've never felt like this before. How the world no longer exists around us, just Roman and I.

I lifted my backside as my underwear disappeared off me. My senses were in overdrive. Roman left a burning sensation on my skin wherever his fingers and lips touched.

I raised my hips again, his hand slowly gliding towards the joint of my legs.

I wanted this, like I've never wanted anything before. I was burning up, as Roman teased my lips.

I took him to me, held him closer as we kissed. It was filled with so much passion.

"Roman," I mumbled against his lips.

"Yes princess?" Roman answered me as he took my lower lip again.

"I want you now." I managed to say before I thought about it.

"Are you sure?" Roman whispered as his hand fully cupped me. I groaned as I raised my hips again.

"No." I shivered as I felt a finger enter me. "I need you."

"That's all I want you to say." Roman said as his lips took mine and I opened my legs wider for him, wrapping a leg around his.

I tilted my head back as Roman trailed kisses down my neck to my chest.

His fingers worked magic in me as I groaned. One hand squeezed into his flesh in his arm, the other on the bed sheet.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting this." I thought I heard Roman say. I wasn't quite sure, being so high up on cloud nine.

I searched for something, anything, in his eyes as I panted under him.

All the times he dragged me away from those parties he was being protective. All the times he ignored me, he didn't know what to say. All the times he was harsh and mean, he didn't know how to say it.

Then I had to open my stupid mouth. "Roman?" I whispered to him, my body slightly shaking as I could feel his member against me, making its way to the entrance, his hand now long gone. It sat just under my left breast.

"Yes princess?" He sighed to me as he looked at me.

Could I say it? I didn't want to make a fool of myself, especially being completely naked.

"Are you over thinking?" I saw his smile. It was kind and warm. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." I answered him. "Please don't stop."

"Do you want more?"

I bit my bottom lip, staring straight in to those eyes of his.

Roman pecked my lips and I greedily took them. "Please don't ever stop." I said between the kisses.

"I don't plan too."

I had a feeling he didn't mean right now, he meant it in general.

I felt him enter as I gasped my fingers digging in to him, my legs tensing around him as Roman groaned.

It felt so magical, so right. It was nothing like the very first and last time I had an intimate encounter, well, last time wasn't exactly intimate.

Roman caressed me. He stroked me over my skin, he held me tightly like I was about to run. He greedily kissed every part of me that he could.

I panted under him, letting my senses of his exploration take over. Every now and then he kissed my mouth and I pulled at his lips. He would nibble on my ear lobe, suck on my neck, take my arms and hold my hands.

It had hurt at first, maybe because it had been so long, maybe because I wasn't used to it.

But Roman was gentle and all his negative aspects had vanished. I gasped in what was happening.

I didn't want it to stop. I didn't care if he can be ruthless and callous. I didn't care if he was dominant. I suddenly realised, he wasn't obsessed with me. He was possessive of me.

I didn't care if he wanted me to have a private life. I no longer cared about the previous ways he treated me. I felt like I had no fear of him. That I would follow him. I wanted to obey him, make him happy.

My breathing got shorter and louder, my fingers entwined with Roman's as I felt something build in me.

Something I have never felt before as I let out another moan of pleasure.

Roman stole my mouth as I went louder in to him. It felt like electricity ran through my body, that the most private part of my body became highly sensitive to the touch, edging me on, like I was getting higher, my body floating.

I felt tidal waves crashing through me, waves of pleasure as my thighs tensed up more, my moaning repeating itself with every breath I released.

Then I exploded. I became undone. Completely. As I dug my nails into Roman, his tongue on my neck dancing, I couldn't move, I quivered involuntarily as I cried out, and I then stilled.

Roman had copied me, as his breathing was irregular as well before he kissed me again. I returned it lazily, still trying to catch my breath.

He rolled off me, but stayed next to me and held me, my bare chest on his arms, my head on top of one of his arms, my naked back against his chest.

I felt him leave little kisses that felt like fire on my shoulder as I closed my eyes.