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Roman lets himself in with the key she gave him. He had been afraid the doorman might stop him, but he had just waved him in and said good evening.
He has only been there once before, the time they talked this whole scheme over.
“Are you serious?” Roman asked. “You’re really into that?”
She had heard the rumors about him. Heard that he couldn’t, or didn’t, fuck. But she also heard about some of his kinks. She thought it could maybe work for both of them, and yes she was into it. Very very very much into it.
He removes his shoes and creeps down the hallway. He doesn’t turn on any lights, keeps one hand on the wall to guide him as he goes. Her door is ajar as they’d discussed and he stands in the doorway for several long moments listening to the long deep breaths of her slumber.
“I’ll take two Valium,” she had explained. “And have a couple of glasses of wine. When I wake up I’ll be groggy but aware.” Roman had just nodded. He wanted to do whatever she wanted him to, just couldn't fathom this being that thing.
Once he is convinced she is truly asleep he creeps into the room and removes his clothes, placing them in a chair in the corner. He pulls back the blankets on the other side of her bed and crawls in next to her. She doesn’t react, just keeps deeply breathing and laying on her stomach.
Roman waits for another couple of minutes, listening to her breathe before he reaches over and touches her arm. When she doesn’t react he rubs her back and then slides his hands down to her ass, rubbing and stroking as he goes.
“What do you want me to do exactly?” Roman was almost afraid to ask the question but her answer shocked him.
“Whatever you want. That’s the point of this. I want you to take control.”
He slips his hand between her legs, finding that she’s already applied lube as they had discussed. He runs his fingers through her folds, getting used to what she feels like. He slips his fingers inside her and rubs where he thinks her g-spot might be. He uses his thumb to stroke her clit and that part works, she moans and rolls towards him. He moves closer to her, his free hand reaching around her front to caress her breast and squeeze her nipple.
She smells amazing. It’s the same as she always does at work but also softer and mixed with something different. His cock is rock hard and he pushes it against the fleshy part of her ass, hoping for some friction. His thumb continues on her clit, two of his other fingers inside her and she is definitely moaning now, her cunt getting even wetter under the lube. She actually likes this.
He pulls his hand out and gently rolls her to her back before returning his hand to her cunt, liking how she is pressing into him a bit. He thinks she is still asleep but can’t know for sure and finds that it doesn’t matter. Not with all of the lights out and her pretending. It’s good enough.
“Are you sure? What if you hate it?” Roman asked.
“I’ll tell you to stop,” she said. “We need a safe word. Maybe Vaulter?” They had both laughed at that, the shared memory of a mistake aborted.
He slowly pushes her legs open and climbs over her. She whines in her sleep, missing his hands on her. He returns them and the contented sigh she makes when his fingers return to her clit is so good he could almost come just from that.
He thinks she is still asleep. Her body is enjoying this even though she is not yet aware of him. Careful to keep pressure on her clit, he lines himself up at her opening and pressed just the tip into her and then pauses. Her breathing continues at the same pace so he pushes the rest of the way, suppressing his own moan.
fuck fuck FUCK.
“Condoms, right?” He wanted to be sure he understood the parameters.
“I’d prefer not. I like to know after that you were there. To have the evidence of what you’d done on my body. We can get tested. And it’s fine as long as we stay monogamous.”
Roman laughed. “You know I can’t really fuck anyone so you have nothing to worry about on that front.”
She feels amazing. He’s never had sex without a condom before and can’t believe how much better it is. It’s like fucking into warm, wet velvet instead of a slick plastic bag. He pulls out and pushes back in harder, deeper, faster. She gasps. He can’t tell if she’s awake now, but it doesn’t matter. She isn’t telling him to stop so he won’t.
He keeps the pressure going on her clit, tracing a spiral over it as he fuck in and out of her body. He can’t last long like this. It’s too fucking good and he is going to come, maybe harder than he ever has in his life.
“So you want me to like, come inside you?”
“In me, on me. You pick. Just make sure I can tell you have been there and that you enjoyed it.”
He stops thrusting. He’s too close. He pulls out entirely, his dick still hard, and uses his fingers again. He has two inside of her and one on her clit. She’s moaning again, her hips moving under his hands as she gets closer. He tries to hold her steady, but she is too much for him, her body demanding he continue.
“Once I’m partially awake I can usually come if you are attentive enough. If I wake up and you haven’t let me get first I am not going to be happy with you, Roman.”
He can’t fuck this up. He tightens one hand on his cock. He just holds it, doesn’t stroke it. He wants to come inside of her but needs to get her off first. He’s sure she is awake now. Her eyes are still closed but her breathing is choppy and her groans are uneven. Just when he thinks that maybe he is doing this all wrong, he hears her gasp and her body squeezes around him.
He withdraws his fingers quickly, thrusting back into her. It’s insane. Her cunts is fucking milking him, squeezing him from all sides and he only has to thrust into her three more times before he’s coming. He swallows his own sounds, his arms shaking under him as he struggles to keep his weight off of her.
Coming inside of her is like nothing he had ever imagined. Each pulse of his cock is like a new summit, a new fall into ecstasy. He can’t believe this is what sex feels like. It’s never been this way for him before. It was just awkward and uncomfortable. He understands now why people get so desperate for it.
“What happens after?”
“You quietly get dressed and you leave. Make sure you lock the door behind you. You don’t talk to me about it unless I bring it up first.” Roman nods in agreement. He knows he has no room to negotiate terms.
He waits for his dick to get so soft that it slips out of her. She has fallen back to sleep. He could sense the moment it happened. He wonders if she will remember any of this in the morning or just know he had been there from the come dripping down her thighs when she stands up.
He backs away from her, quietly putting his clothes back on, not even stopping in the bathroom to clean up. He retraces his step back to the front door, checks the lock and closes it behind himself.
He wants her to remember. He wants her to know how good she felt as his hands worked on her. He hopes she will.
Please let her remember.