Chapter 18: Saturday night: Sonia gets a taste

Oh my God! That was utterly amazing. I snuggled into Romi’s tight embrace, feeling utterly elated.

My plan had worked. I’d come here to force him to face this thing between us, and I knew I’d succeeded. There was no way he would continue to deny our chemistry now. I smiled widely.

When I arrived at his flat and saw the look of annoyance on his face when he realised it was me, my courage had almost deserted me, and I had wanted to turn and run in the opposite direction. Thankfully, I had managed to push my way inside and get to the toilet before he could stop me and before I could think better of it. But I had been shaking with nerves, and it had taken me ages to get myself under control.

At first, when I looked in the mirror, all I could see was a scared little girl, my sassy womanly confidence nowhere to be found, and I’d wanted to cry with frustration. Yet, I wasn’t prepared to give us up without one last-ditch attempt at making Romi see we were meant for each other.

I’d come to force him to face this thing between us, and I knew that would require something more drastic than talking. So, I’d taken a deep breath and bolstered my courage, stripped off, donned his T-shirt, and went out to confront him. I realised what a stroke of genius that was when I saw the expression on his face the minute he saw me standing there in it.

Romi was such a gorgeous specimen of a man, and with all that bare chest on display, those abs had just begged for me to touch them. So, I had, and it led to Romi doing things to me that were more than anything I had imagined. In all of the fantasies I had about him, and there were plenty, I didn’t even get close to how he had just made me feel.

A giggle threatened to burst from me, and I bit it back as I felt his warm arms wrapped around me. I was giddy with excitement. I couldn’t believe we were snuggling together like this, especially after he had seemed determined to scare me off at first by being a bit rough.

What Romi didn’t realise was that I loved his dominance. He was a strong man, used to getting what he wanted, and even though Romi was usually sweet to me, I’d always known he possessed a dominant side. It was partly what drew me to him like a moth to a flame. I would happily burn up in the pleasure of it anytime.

So, when he ripped his T-shirt off me and used it to pin my arms behind me, I got so wet. When he crushed my naked breasts against his chest, the skin-on-skin contact was once again electrifying. I’d been so caught up in his rough kisses I hadn’t even noticed when he’d carried me to the bedroom.

My eyes squeezed shut as I cringed in embarrassment, remembering how he’d looked down at my naked body. Nobody had ever seen me naked before. I kept myself fit, but I’d felt completely vulnerable under his scrutiny and desperately in need of reassurance that he found me as attractive as I found him. I needn’t have worried. The growl and that lustful look, as he devoured me with his eyes, had been the biggest ego boost ever.

That possessive gaze of his had sent shivers down my spine, and then he had buried his head between my thighs, and oh my good god, I had nearly exploded with pleasure. He licked and sucked on me as if he couldn’t get enough, and he wasn’t gentle; the slight ache in my arms and the scrape of his stubble against my intimate areas created the best bloody sensations I had ever felt.

My pussy was still swollen and wet from his fantastic assault on it. It was the best thing I could ever have imagined and sure beat my vibrator, which, up until now, had been my only source of orgasm. Well, Mr V, you are now officially redundant! I giggled to myself at the thought. After this, I would never be able to think of it in quite the same way again.

My cheeks heated as I remembered the sounds I’d made. Who knew I would be so noisy?

That was the best orgasm I had ever had, and he’d only used his mouth and fingers. What would it be like when it was his cock? Oh, dear, Lord!

Romi said that he liked it rough, and I’d just learned that I did too. I craved this man more than ever now, and I was never going to give him up. Closing my eyes, I sighed in happiness.

When Romi kissed the back of my head, I pushed my ass back against him, trying to get even closer, and that’s when I felt his still-hard erection pressing against me. Shit! I hadn’t even thought about that. In my inexperience, I’d been so overwhelmed by what he had done to me that I hadn’t even thought to tend to his needs. I needed to remedy that right now.

I turned over in his arms to face him. He looked into my eyes and smiled, making my heart stutter in my chest. He really was breathtaking. And in need of a reward, I reminded myself as I reached down and cupped him through his pyjamas. I squeezed him, and his breath hitched. His reaction spurred me on, and I moved my hand up and down his length.

“Fuck!” he hissed out and closed his eyes.

I continued touching him through the material, rubbing up and down his shaft, marvelling at how hot it was to my touch and how it seemed to grow bigger and harder with every stroke. Oh my, he was a big boy. Of course, I hadn’t any scope of knowledge to go by, but I was sure that what I was feeling couldn’t possibly be average. I didn’t care, even if it was. It was mine, and I was about to ensure Romi knew that. Two could play the possessive game.

He arched towards me, groaning in pleasure, his breathing erratic. He looked about ready to burst, but I didn’t want that. Not yet. I needed to see him. I wanted to watch his release when he finally succumbed completely to us for the first time.

Kneeling up, I gently pushed on his chest with my free hand to make him roll onto his back. He did it without protest, and I smiled wickedly at him. He was practically vibrating in desperation for my touch, and it made me feel incredible. Like a sex goddess.

Smiling down at him, I gave him another long stoke, not quite willing to relinquish my prize yet. His eyelids fluttered closed, and the look of ecstasy on his face was so erotic I had to press my legs together as it sent a shockwave of desire straight to my core.

Determined to keep that look on his face for as long as possible, I finally forced myself to withdraw my hand from him long enough to reach for the waistband of his pants. I tugged them down his thighs and straight off his legs in a single move. My eyes almost popped out of my head, and my mouth fell open at the sheer size of his cock as it sprang free.

Oh, dear god. I was right. He had to be on the bigger side because there was no way that was normal. I stared in shock and wonder. I was going to have to get that inside me, though maybe not today, but definitely soon. I had a feeling it was going to be a difficult task, at least at first, but I bet it was going to be a lot of fun trying. Realising I’d been staring for quite a while, I eventually forced myself to look up and see Romi’s gaze.

He was watching me with a look of pure lust on his face. His body was tense, his muscles straining as though he was deliberately holding himself still, letting me look. So, I did. My eyes returned to his cock. It jerked impatiently, and I smiled. It was obviously time I got back down to business. I’d kept him waiting long enough. And me too, if the rush of wetness between my legs was anything to go by.

It was time to taste him. I licked my suddenly dry lips. I was about to give him the best blow job of his life. Or at least I hoped I was. I was certainly going to give it my best shot. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted him to climax in my mouth the way I had in his. I had never done this before and wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I had read enough smutty books to get a good idea of the basics. Now, I just had to figure out what my man liked.

Smiling up at him, I lowered my head. Not taking my eyes off his, I darted my tongue out, licking the very end of his cock, tasting the precum. It was a tiny bit salty and a lot musky. Not at all unpleasant. I always thought it would be, and maybe that’d be the case if it were any other man but Romi.

Moistening my lips again, I put them over the head of his shaft and gave it a little experimental suck. He gasped, grabbing the cover on the mattress. He obviously liked that, so I did it again, this time taking him a little deeper into my mouth. I continued doing this for a few minutes, getting further and further down his length with each attempt.

There was no way I could take his full length, so I used a hand to help, stroking it up and down in time with my mouth, giving a little twist as I dragged it upwards. My other hand cupped his balls, and I gently stroked and squeezed.

I watched Romi’s face, trying to gauge how I was doing. The look in his dark, smouldering eyes and the way his breathing was coming in fast pants told me I was definitely doing something right. I smiled around his length as I sucked and continued to stroke him. His moans stroked my ego as my hand stroked his cock. My pussy throbbed with excitement and the need to be filled. I was enjoying this as much as he was.

The cover bunched in his fists as he obviously fought to keep from taking control of me, and my heart melted a little bit more at his selflessness. He was letting me do this in my own time and learn about him in my own way.

Deciding to change things up a bit, I started licking the length of him as if I were licking an ice cream cone. He groaned in pleasure again, encouraging me, and I lapped at him greedily. I thoroughly enjoyed having my Mr Sexy Abs finally at my mercy. I alternated between licking his length, then taking him into my mouth, and sucking as I moved up and down his cock. Grasping his cock with one hand and moving it up and down along with my mouth, I gave it a little twist at the top, then I used my other hand to gently cup and caress his balls.

“God, Sonia!” he cried, making me smile.

Spurred on, I sped up until I felt his balls tighten in my grasp. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but his cock became even harder for a second before finally shooting cum into my throat, wave after wave. I wasn’t used to it, and there was a lot to swallow, but I did my best to take it all.

Some of it dripped out of my mouth, flowing down my chin, but I didn’t care. I kept sucking and swallowing until he had completely finished.

Releasing his cock with an audible pop, I gave him a last lick to clean up any remaining cum before smiling in triumph at the look of awe he gave me. I liked that look on him. I loved that it was directed at me. It made me feel bold and powerful.

Smiling mischievously, I took my finger and used it to scoop up some escaping cum from my chin. I half closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked it off. His eyes lit up with mischievousness. He grinned and grabbed me, licking the remainder of himself off my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me until I was breathless.

“I love the taste of you, Sonia, and I love the taste of me on you and in you just as much!” he said with a wicked smirk.

My heart skipped a beat, and if it hadn’t then started racing, I would have been sure that I had died and gone to heaven. My man loved how we tasted together; I couldn’t be more elated.

He pulled me into his embrace, and I sighed contentedly, feeling exhausted. My pussy was wet and throbbing, desperate to be filled. I wanted him inside me, but we were both tired. It could wait. We would have plenty of time for that. There was no rush. I told myself sure that whatever lay ahead for us, we would overcome together now that Romi had obviously accepted us.

“Let’s get some rest, honey. We both need it,” Romi said, sounding tired but sated.

We needed to talk about our future, but that, too, would need to wait. Romi was right; it was time to get some rest.

When he pulled a cover over us, I let him, then happily drifted off to sleep in his arms.