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her shoes she was completely naked and Roman was on his knees.
    He kissed up the inside of one thigh and then the other even as she tried to stop him with her hands. Roman simply ignored her slight panic and he kissed the inside of her thigh the same way he had kissed her neck, sucking and gently bruising as she started to moan. Milly didn’t know what to do with herself as he leaned back on his heels; she was twitching with desire and she now wanted his mouth where it had hinted it would go.
    Roman reached for the glass took a large mouthful of champagne but did not swallow it. He put the glass down and then buried his face in the gold curls of her mound and she let out a sob as the cold liquid sprayed over her heat. He splayed her legs with his palms as his tongue flicked at the clitoris, breathing in her scent probing her intimately until she could take it no more. Yet still, he did not relent.
    Her knees started to bend, her thighs were trembling and still his tongue had its wicked way. Milly toppled backwards onto the bed and Roman’s mouth followed her, drinking in her come, holding her thighs to his head as she pulsed to his mouth, still somehow fighting him.
    There was more, Roman knew that.
    Breathless Milly lay there in an attempt at recovery as Roman stood, she looked at the flat of his nipples to the hard of his chest and then to his face. Roman licked his lips as he undid his belt, tasting her again and hungry for more.
    He stripped, and Milly, who had never seen a man naked, only briefly took in the powerful thighs and the flat, toned stomach because her eyes were drawn to his erection, thick and long it looked as if it had risen angry. She should be scared, yet the sight of him had her sit up a little on one elbow and reach for him. There was almost a need to drag him inside of her, to put out his fire inside of her own.
    Roman reached for the bedside and a condom as she stroked him. The turn of him had his cock slide over her breast leaving a silver trail that had Milly’s stomach tighten with a desire to taste him. Instead, she stroked him, loving the power in her hands, and the way his hips started to thrust from the mere run of her finger over the thick vein and the tease as it moved to his swollen head.
    “Put it on,” Roman said. He was on the edge and he could take no more of her slow, gentle administrations. He held the base and ran his cock over her lips and he went to reach for her head, but he held himself back, because he did not want this over just yet. “Milly, put it on,” he said again.
    Milly had no idea how but when he handed her the condom she knelt up on the bed and slid it down and Roman closed his eyes to the pleasure. To steady her hand as she unrolled it over his thick length, she cupped his balls.
    She liked their soft weight, which was such a contrast to the tension in Roman. His cock was nudging between her breasts and then nudging again, he pressed her breasts together and started to move between them, and she was tempted to lower her head.
    He wanted her to.
    Roman wanted this over, he wanted to come, he wanted her out, yet he wanted her caress too and to feel.
    For Milly, it was almost a relief when he pushed her back down and his body came over her.
    His thighs were rough as they separated her legs, and his kiss was fierce yet so too was hers.
    She felt the nudge of him at her entrance and her mouth turned to the salty skin of his shoulder, she opened her mouth to warn him to be gentle, but she was already too late for that.
    Milly had anticipated pain and she certainly got it as Roman seared in to her. She bit down on his shoulder as he tore inside, but it barely muffled her scream.
    Somewhere far removed from the land of logic, Roman knew that he had hurt her. He knew the condom was torn, he could feel it rolled around his thick base, but he was past caring for the tight grip of her was intense. “ Vsyo budet horosho ,” Roman said. He gently told her that everything