Chapter 191: Explore The Bedroom
Savannah
I didn’t waste time once we had privacy. I shed my panties, letting it drop to the floor as I faced Roman, my fingers already working the buttons of my dress. The fabric parted, revealing the lace cups of my bra, my nipples already pebbled with anticipation.
“You’re thinking too much. Let me help with that.” I murmured, my voice a sultry purr as I stepped closer, my hips swaying with deliberate seduction. Roman exhaled sharply, his dark eyes flickering over me with a hunger that had been simmering since we left the
car.
He didn’t argue. He never did when I gave him that look–the one that promised distraction, release, the kind of oblivion only I could give
him.
“Then distract me, my love.” He said, legs spread.
Before he could react, I was in his lap, straddling him, my dress riding up my thighs. The heat of my pussy pressed against the stiff length
of his cock through his trousers, the friction maddening.
Roman groaned, his hands gripping my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I rocked against him, my breath hitching. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, the sound swallowed by the plane’s steady rumble.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I reached between us, deftly unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the enclosed space. I slowly dragged down his zipper and stuck my hand down his boxers.
His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre–cum. I bit my lip, my eyes darkening as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking him once, twice, before positioning him at my entrance. I was soaked, my folds slick and swollen, the heat of my arousal radiating against his tip.
Roman’s breath hitched as I sank down, swallowing him inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, my walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper until he was fully sheathed inside me.
A shudder ran through me, my nails raking over his shoulders as I settled into his lap, my thighs trembling. “God, that feels so fucking good,” I whispered, voice trembling, my hips already beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles.
The plane’s vibration intensified, the hum of the engines syncing with the rhythm of my grinding.
Roman’s hands slid up my back, gripping the roots of my hair, tilting my head back so he could capture my mouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues clashed, wet and desperate, as I rode him, my pace steady at first, my hips rolling in a way that made his cock drag against my G- spot with every downward press.
The sensation sent sparks through me, my moans spilling into his mouth, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
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Chapter 336
I broke the kise, my lips swollen, my eyes locked onto his with a feracity that made his pulse spike, “Look at me. I demanded, my voice
low
Roman obeyed, his gare glued to mine as 1 braced my hands on his shoulders and lifted myself almost all the way off before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt. A choked try tore from my throat, my pussy fluttering around him, the slick sounds of our fucking
filled the cabin.
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