Chapter 45

Shantelle’s POV

Roman was giving me a command; I was going to do it without arguing.

I did, and dear Lord, my fingers barely touched. Roman sucked in a breath through his teeth. For a few seconds, I just held him, allowing myself to get used to the strange contrast of soft and hard. Then, I gave it one shy stroke.

Whatever was making me feel this way was strange. What could be happening to me? This all brought back memories of the first time we were together. It was like he was trying to remind me of how good he was. I didn’t forget it; it was just giving me a deja vu feeling like I had done this before.

A hand shot up and curled around my nape. “Keep going.”

I did as he said, my eyes glued to his cock and the bead of liquid that appeared at the tip. His abdomen tightened with every stroke, and when I got the courage to look up at him, I saw that he was staring down at me.

He was looking at what I was doing. He couldn’t get his eyes off me