“rough day?” he asks after a couple minutes of silence. unable to form thoughts you nod against his back, sighing into it. he unwraps your arms from around him, a whine almost comes up before he turns around and pulls you into an actual hug.

you sigh again, rewrapping your arms around him, damn near burying your head in his chest. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair softly.

“cmon baby, i got an idea to make your day better,” he says as he pulls away from the hug, leading you upstairs into your bedroom. you silent grumble having to pull away from your warmth but follow him regardless.

once in your bedroom, he sits on your bed and pulls you in between his legs, patting your pants indicating he wants them off. shooting him a confused look, you slowly slip your work pants and underwear off, leaving in your shirt and bra.

roman lays back on the bed before saying, “come sit on my face, you’ve had a long day and what kind of man would i be to let his woman suffer any longer.”

hesitantly, you straddle his lap before crawling up and hovering over his face. impatiently, roman pulls you down to sit completely on his face, not wanting you to hover. his tongue laps your wet slit softly, moving his hands to softly grip your ass.

your eyebrows furrowing together, you let out soft moans as you feel yourself start to relax. roman continues to eat you out in the way you like, moving to suck on your clit softly.

“ohh fuck roman,” you moan out, grinding down against his face, removing your shirt as you grip your bra cladded tits. he takes one of his hands off your ass, spreading you wide, moving is tongue down to your hole.

“so sweet,” he mumbles against you, getting lost between your legs. your free hand goes down as you softly tug on his long hair.

“don’t stop please, i’m so close,” you say as your grinding speeds up, his hand slaps your left ass cheek encouraging your grind as his mouth speeds up.

“let go for me angel,” he says, kneading the place he just slapped. your moans get louder as you finish all over his face and beard, letting it drip down your thighs and his chin.

roman slides you off his face and onto your back, hovering over you.

“feel better honey?” he asks, placing his hand on your waist. you nod, unable to form coherent words let alone thoughts.

“well good because i’m not done,” he says before moving back down in between your legs.

it’s gonna be a long night of relaxing for you.