Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 84

NICOLE

Before I even crack an eye open, I feel Roman's arm tighten around me and for some reason, it makes me smile.

We spent all of yesterday in this room, talking (though not about serious and problematic matters) and getting reacquainted with each other's bodies.

It was great. Peaceful. And it made me realize that we'd never experienced anything like this before. Our relationship started with a bang, literally, so we never had a chance to get to know each other the way we are now.

I'm still scared.

But at this point...my need for him has outweighed the fear I should have that this is yet another trick.

I stir and he does too. I feel his member hardening against my lower back, and it sends shivers of pleasure all through me, radiating from the apex of my thighs.

I'm spent from the night before.

But with Roman...that concept just doesn't exist.

His hand reaches for one of my breasts while he nuzzles my neck and says in a rough, morning voice, "Morning, baby. I dreamt about you, you know that?"

"What was it about?" I ask absentmindedly, focusing on how good his touch feels.

"I'll show you."

In a matter of moments, I have my legs over his shoulders and his mouth is latched onto my throbbing clit. I'm so sensitive from last night, so it's not long before I'm at the edge of my climax, panting and crying out while my thighs squeeze around his head.

And the whole while, he continues his slow torture, dragging his tongue around my flesh and tasting every inch of me. He pushes a finger into me, turning and twisting it inside of me. I buck my hips against his face, my mouth agape as a wave of raw pleasure washes over me.

"Roman!" I call out.

Despite my sensitivity, he keeps going, pumping that finger in and out of me while drawing circles around my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I come again, harder this time, even though the burst of pleasure is a lot shorter.

By the time he's finished with me, I'm a panting mess.

He moves to lie tight right beside me and grabs my face with his moist fingers. They smell like me. "Was that a good enough show for you?"

I'm speechless.

I turn on my side and kiss him. It's so exhilarating, tasting myself on his tongue. My hand reaches for his erect cock under the sheets, and I give him a long, slow stroke that makes him pulse in my hand. There's a bead of cum on the tip of his cock, and I decide I need to taste it.

I crawl under the sheets and come face-to-face with his beast of a cock. I drag my tongue all along the underside of it, and the grunt he lets out makes me wetter even though I probably wouldn't survive another orgasm.

I caress his balls while sucking his fleshy tip into my mouth. I suck my cheeks in while bobbing my head up and down his length, tasting every inch of him until I gag.

I wrap my hand around the base and move it while I suck him off. Roman's grunts are becoming louder. Frantic. I love how he expresses himself in bed. "Just like that, baby. Fuck, just like that."

His fingers disappear into my head as I take him deep into my throat. My eyes water but I keep going, savoring the silky feel of his flesh against my tongue. Wanting to give him the pleasure he gives me. There's so much driving me. With Roman...nothing ever feels forced.

He's not even bothered by my question. He runs his hands along my back. "You're my wife. And when all of this is over, I'll ask you to marry me."

"Ask?" I echo, trying to hide the fact that my heart is practically beating right out of my chest.

"I'll beg on my knees for you to marry me," he clarifies, grinning.

I stare into his eyes, taking in how happy he looks. "Yes."

His eyes light up. "You'll marry me?"

"Yes to the Bahamas, Roman."

His grin only widens. "Fair enough."

Since I didn't unpack anything, it's only a matter of grabbing our things and hoping we won't come across anyone. We disembark with no issues at all, and I have to admit that it's great stepping out of the ship because I didn't realize how suffocated I felt.

I glance at Roman. He's so at ease with everything. It's like he's done this a hundred times before. I decide to put my trust in him, and if this little break of ours doesn't work out, I'll make sure to never go on a vacation ever again.

But for now, I'll put my trust in him.

And try to have fun. That's the part that matters the most anyway.