a/n: you onto something...@porcelainprincess11 👀
You sit at home lounging around as you didn't plan to do anything this evening since Roman wasn't home at the moment. He said something about taking some photos but that's all he said before he left so since then you've been occupying yourself by watching your favorite show. After a few hours the turn of the lock on the door gets your attention and Roman walks in. You smile softly at him but then you notice his wavy hair is now straight. "You straightened your hair?" you ask, crawling closer top the edge of the bed to see him.
He smiled softly at your question, running a hand through his now-straight hair. "Yeah, I did," he said quietly, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt carelessly. "Your hair looks really healthy look how long it's grown." You murmur softly as you run your fingers through his long silky hair. Roman hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked through the strands. As your fingers gently played with the silky strands, Roman suddenly turned his head, pressing a quick kiss to your palm.
You smile softly and lean in to give him a kiss.He mets you halfway, the kiss slow and tender, tasting faintly of the mint gum he'd likely chewed on the way home. One of his hands came up to rest gently against your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek, while the other arm wrapped loosely around your waist to pull you a little closer. His lips lingered, the kiss deepening, turning slow and lazy. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled you flush against him.
The straight strands of his hair fell forward, framing both your faces. "Missed you," he murmured against your lips. You hummed against his lips inching forward onto his lap your unbuttoned tanktop catching his eyes. A low, appreciative sound leaves him as you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively gripping your waist to steady you. His gaze dropped to your open top, his eyes filled with obvious arousal as your cleavage caught his attention.
Without a word, he leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the thin fabric of your top. He rocked his hips up slightly, pressing his growing hardness against your ass. "You're not wearing a bra," he observed, his thumbs continued their gentle caress under your breasts, "Fuck, that's hot."
He bit gently at your nipple through the fabric, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. Roman's hips twitched, pressing his hard dick against you more insistently. His hands slide up to cup your breasts fully now, squeezing gently as his other hand snakes down to grip your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip so you were straddling him more fully, "Lift up." You obediently lifted your hips, allowing him to tug your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.
Roman's fingers found their way between your folds, already soaking wet. He slid two inside with ease, curling them upwards to press against that perfect spot while his thumb circled your clit with practiced ease. You moan softly your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on Roman's fingers inside you. You slowly rock against his fingers but your hands finding the waistband of his pants and you tug on it.
Roman groaned against your skin, his fingers working you deeper as he felt your hands at his waistband. He lifted his hips slightly to help you slide his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard dick. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, "Slide down on it." He guided your hips down, helping you align himself with your entrance. You sank down slowly, stretching perfectly around him, taking every inch deep until you were fully seated. "There you go..." he groaned, "Good girl." He tapped your thigh gently, "Ride me."
You begin to move, lifting your hips and sinking back down, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each downward stroke makes him grunt, his hands gripping your thighs to help guide your pace. Your bare breasts bounced with each motion, his eyes glued to them. Roman's thumb found your clit again, rubbing tight circles as you fucked yourself on his dick, "Look at you."
Quick huffs and whimpers leave your lips, as you look down at his eyes. It feels so good that you anchor yourself by clutching his straightened hair in your hands. The tug on his hair gets a unexpected noise from him. The moment you tugged on his hair, his hips bucking up violently into yours. The sensation clearly sent a jolt of pleasure straight down his spine, his fingers digging bruisingly into your thighs. "Fuck-" he choked out, his head tipping back into your grip, "Pull it again."
His breath hitched as you tugged his hair again, and he gave a low, pleased sound. The sensation of you grabbing and pulling his long, silky hair while riding him had him in ecstasy. He could feel his dick twitching inside you with each tug. "Harder," he begged. You gave a sharp tug on his straight hair, pulling his head back firmly. Roman moaned instantly, the sensation clearly short-circuited his brain, turning him into a needy mess, "Fuck- yes, just like that," he whispered, "keep pulling."
You obeyed, gripping fistfuls of his straight hair and yanking downward as you rode him. Each tug elicited a strangled sound from Roman something between a groan and a whimper. His hips bucked frantically now, chasing the pleasure your hands gave him. His thumb dug into your clit harder, faster, matching your rhythm, "Shit... shit..."
"I'm gonna come," he says breathlessly, his voice cracking as you gave his hair another sharp tug. His hips were going up into you uncontrollably now, losing all rhythm. "Don't stop pulling, fuck don't stop." You watched his face contort with pleasure as his hips twitched. You pulled his hair again, harder this time, eager to see just how far you could push him. Roman's eyes rolled back, a strangled noise escaping his lips as you gave his hair a sharp tug. His entire body shuddered violently beneath you and then it was over. His release flooded you in waves, making you whimper softly as you finished with him. His hands slipped off your thighs, falling limp at his sides as he struggled to catch his breath, "...fuck.
Roman went completely limp as he layed back on the mattress his long, straight hair spread messy across the sheets. His chest was heaving, face flushed and eyes heavy with satisfaction. Clearly, having his hair pulled had absolutely destroyed him. "Holy shit..." he said softly. *You grinned, watching his wrecked state. "You liked that huh?" you teased, voice breathless.
Roman blinked slowly, still catching his breath. He nodded weakly, "Fuck, yeah. You just... you ruined my brain." You scoot closer to him, "I mean, is that all it takes?" you giggled softly, running your fingers through his messy hair. You looked down at him, "A simple hair pull and you're trembling mess?" Roman opened one eye lazily, reaching up to tug you back down on top of him, "Oh shut up."
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