Chapter 5. One-Night Stand

Sofie’s POV

I whimpered as Roman hoisted me against the glass wall of the room, instinctively hooking my legs around his lean waist, causing my pussy to grind against his hard cock. The thought that his body was reacting so strongly to me filled me with a mixture of pride and lust. I moaned when Roman’s strong hands grabbed and squeezed my ass. Impatiently, I ground against him harder, prompting him to squeeze me even tighter. I couldn’t wait for Roman to fill me up.

Leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, Roman lifted me away from the wall. Without breaking the kiss, he placed me on the bed and situated himself between my legs. Suddenly, the reality of what was about to happen finally dawned on me.

Roman was about to take my virginity.

For the first time since I met Roman, I started to feel nervous and unsure of myself tonight. What if Roman didn’t want an inexperienced woman in his bed? What if he didn’t like having sex with virgins? What would I do then? I couldn’t bear the thought of Roman leaving me when I was so aroused and wet for him.

Roman sensed my shift in mood. He withdrew his lips from my body to gaze into my eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked calmly.

Closing my eyes tight, I inhaled deeply. “I want you to go easy because it’s my first time,” I rambled. His eyes widened with a shift in expression, but I couldn’t tell whether he was surprised or put off by my confession.

The room was still for a moment, and I almost thought he was going to get off me, but then I felt a tender kiss on my forehead. “Thank you for trusting me, doll.”

Doll. I loved the pet name. It made me feel weak in the knees whenever he called me that. I wanted to hear his sexy voice call me names like that for the rest of my life, but I knew that was as impossible as my parents apologizing for being cruel to me. After tonight, I will mean nothing to Roman.

I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding and looped my arms around his neck as I opened my eyes. “I—I don’t know what to say,” I said, flushing.

He chuckled, his husky voice reverberating through my chest down to my core, sending a sharp throb of desire straight through me. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered before locking our lips together.

Our clothes were long gone, probably scattered across the room, but I didn't care about them at that moment. I only cared about the tantalizing feeling of Roman’s mouth wrapped around my breast while his other hand sensually stroked my clit. My head was high up in the clouds of erotic bliss as I moaned out all sorts of obscenities I didn’t even know I was capable of uttering. Roman’s mouth was pure, warm, wet magic.

Then, he withdrew his fingers from my clit to slip them into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded, and I eagerly complied. I sucked on them greedily as wetness trickled down my thighs.

“I—I want you now,” I cried against his fingers, my pussy dripping with desire.

“Patience, doll,” he muttered, fastening his mouth around my other breast as one of his fingers slid inside me.

It felt strange at first, but I quickly adjusted. Roman peppered kisses along my collarbone as he slid more fingers into me, thrusting deep inside. At first, it felt like I was on fire, but after a moment of Roman muttering sweet nothings to me while trailing kisses down my chest, I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy the sensation.

“Fuck!” I gritted out when he brushed my G-spot.

I never knew a heaven of sexual fulfillment existed until tonight. Though Roman’s fingers were long and dexterous, they couldn’t compare to the incredible girth of his huge cock, which I was clumsily stroking.

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Roman gritted out, pulling his fingers out of me, prompting me to moan at the sudden emptiness.

I wasn’t left waiting for long. Roman draped my legs over his shoulders and elevated my lower half to press directly against his cock. “Ready?” he panted, desire shining in his gray eyes.

“P-Please, y-yes,” I whimpered. He nodded before placing the tip of his cock at my entrance, slowly sliding it past my wet folds.

“Oh, my God!” I screamed when he finally buried himself completely inside me, stretching me to my absolute limit. Roman was massively gifted.

“Relax, petal. I will take good care of you,” he whispered in my ear, his hands slowly caressing my sides to help me unwind.

“You—fuck—you can move now,” I gritted out after a few moments.

Roman then began thrusting into me. He started with slow, gentle, and careful strokes, but he soon quickened his pace, driving his thickness mercilessly inside me. I had never felt so much pleasure from such rough handling before, and I was shocked by how much I loved it. I couldn't contain the intensity of it, so I screamed. I cried out so loudly that, at one point, I practically lost my voice. I could feel the tension building at the pit of my belly as the bed creaked with our movements.

Barely two thrusts later, I reached the peak of my pleasure and came all over Roman’s thighs. He didn't seem to mind a bit. If anything, he looked proud.

“I—I’m almost there,” he grunted, and before I could even blink, he released his load deep inside me.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, and I could only nod weakly in agreement.

We remained tangled together for a while, and I had almost fallen asleep when Roman finally pulled out of me, got up from the bed, and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I admired his rippling back muscles, which shone gorgeously with sweat as he walked away.

Seconds later, he came back with a wet towel, using it to clean between my thighs gently. Then, he went back to the bathroom to discard the towel before climbing into bed behind me. He spooned me tightly and pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

It was only when I heard his light snores that the terrifying realization struck me: we hadn’t used protection.