Chapter 82 Come Here Steam clung to every surface, curling in thick, hot clouds around us. I'd never showered with a man before. He was my first. And if anyone asked me what the sexiest movie I've ever seen was. I'd say it was watching Roman shower. Nothing comes close to this. Nothing comes close to watching him wash his body like he had all the time in the world. “Is the show to your liking?” He asked, laughing. I blushed red at being caught red-handed watching him shower. He must think I'm a creep now. Great. “I… uhh… yes.” I stammered, not knowing what to say. Gosh, this is so embarrassing. He just laughed and extended a hand, pulling me towards him. “Come here.” He hugged me tightly against his body, the water falling on both our bodies. He tugged at the lace of my panties with a rough, impatient grip, peeling the soaked fabric down my legs in one smooth motion. The lace pooled at my ankles, leaving me exposed, shivering under the torrent of water and his relentless hands. He didn't let me wash myself but insisted on doing it himself. So I let him. It was even stranger having someone wash your body. But since it was Roman, I relaxed. He took great caution washing my body and even greater caution washing my hair. He massaged his shampoo onto my scalp slowly, making my knees nearly give out from the magic of his hands. The slow, circular motion was enough to make me bite down an unruly moan that tried to escape. “Does this make you feel good?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded, then… “yes.” He laughed before proceeding to wash off the shampoo from my hair and body. “Thank you.” I whispered. He raised my chin using his thumb and index finger, his eyes trailing down my body hungrily. “You're welcome.” Roman’s naked body pressed against mine, water cascading over his sculpted chest and down his hips. I could feel the hard line of him against me, soaking wet and slick, the heat between us becoming very unbearable. His hands were everywhere. His palms were on my back, fingers dragging down my sides, and then lower, cupping my pussy with a rough, impatient grip. “Fuck, I’ve waited for this,” he groaned, massaging me slowly. “That feels really good.” I moaned, pressing myself deeper into his hand to get more. “Don't stop.” His mouth crushed against mine, demanding, rough, hungry. He kissed like he wanted to consume me, like the world outside this bathroom could burn and he wouldn’t notice, not with my lips under his. His tongue stroked mine, deep and slow, until I whimpered against him. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my chest, and slid one hand up the back of my neck, tilting me into him. The other dragged over my waist, my ribs, finally gripping my hip hard enough that I gasped. Water streamed down his body, down mine, making every movement slippery, every slide of his skin over mine impossibly smooth. My nipples peaked against his chest, sensitive from the chill of tile and the heat of him. He noticed—of course he did. His groan darkened, lips dragging from my mouth to my jaw, down my throat, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, until I was arching desperately against him.“Roman…” My voice cracked on his name. “Say it again,” he rasped. His breath was hot, steamy, a demand whispered straight into my bones. “Roman.” His lips found my breasts instantly, tongue swirling around my nipples, biting lightly, sucking until I cried out, head thrown back against the tile. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of what he was doing, but he didn’t let me breathe. Not a chance. Roman’s hips pressed into mine, grinding, dry, but impossible to ignore. The glass of the shower steamed beneath our bodies as he lifted me, one leg winding around his hip, the other pressed to the wall for balance. My hands clutched his shoulders as he drove against me, slow, teasing, and extremely maddening. He dipped a hand between us, then another. His fingers slid inside me slick and wet, curling with precision that made me mewl against his mouth. His tongue returned to my nipple, sucking, flicking, pinching with his teeth, while his fingers thrust inside me again and again. “Oh God.” My head fell back as I let out a loud moan. My eyesight was a mess. All I could see were dots dancing around my vision. I could feel him pressing against me from below, his cock rubbing hard, dry, against my slickness, the friction making me shiver and cry out, every movement magnified by the water sliding down both of us. He pulled back just enough to see my face, and the hunger in his eyes was breathtaking as he pulled his fingers out of me. “You feel so fucking perfect,” he rasped, grinding harder against me, lifting me fully against the glass. My hand skimmed over the smooth, wet surface behind me as he rolled his hips, teasing me relentlessly. “So wet… all for me.” My moans echoed against the shower tiles, hot and desperate, mixing with his low growls as he kissed me back to shivering madness. I was dizzy, dripping, and consumed. Every slick press, every bite, every kiss made the world disappear. Just the two of us. Just heat, water, skin, and raw, breathless need. And I wanted it all. “Fuck this.” He said, scooping me up gently. I hooked my arms around his neck. “I need to taste you else I'll go crazy.” ~~~~~~~~ The air shifted the moment he pressed me back against the bed, his weight a warm cage above me. His lips brushed mine first—slow, savoring, a kiss that tasted of possession and devotion in equal measure. Then, he trailed lower. Every inch of my skin became his territory. His mouth lingered on my throat, biting softly, then soothing with a kiss. Down, over the swell of my breasts, where he paused, his hands sliding beneath me as though offering me up to himself. When his lips closed around one nipple, my breath stuttered out. He sucked gently at first, tongue circling, then harder, like he wanted to draw the sound from my throat. I arched into him, overwhelmed, and his other hand massaged the breast he’d left aching. Heat coiled low in my stomach. The way he worshipped every part of me, every gasp he pulled out of me, it was too much already. And still, he kept going lower until he was on his knees before me. I glanced up at the ceiling, catching our reflection up there. And I almost came on the spot. I felt him hook his fingers into my thighs, dragging them apart so achingly slow I thought I’d beg. The cool air hit my wet skin, and I shivered, my thighs clamping together instinctively…