Page 91 of The Roommate Subtext

She hummed softly as he kissed his way down her breastbone, nuzzling the soft skin, breathing in the scent of sex that still clung to both of them. They were going to have to have more conversations, of course. This thing between them was new and precious, and he wanted to tend it like his plants, nurture it with care and attention for it to grow. But they’d been spending months talking, and now that they could be doing, talking was going to have to wait.

He nuzzled at the skin of her lower belly, right near the waistband of her shorts, making her twitch. Maybe she was ticklish. He’d find out soon enough. Right now, he wanted her awake to drive her wild again. He lingered at that spot with his mouth, hands skimming up her torso to cup her breasts, then gave her nipples a pinch.

She moaned, her legs falling open, blinking awake. “Blake?” Her voice was thick with sleep. “What—”

He tugged her shorts down over her hips, and she let him. “What are you—” she began, but as soon as he moved down, her question turned into a whimper and she dug her hand into his hair. He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already making beautiful noises, too sleepy to be self-conscious, and she was going to make so many more. He settled in to enjoy her.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about Maggie in bed, all that attitude and playfulness, but his imagination couldn’t compare to the way she shivered beneath his mouth. He already knew he would never get enough of her. She’d ruined him for anyone else. Her submission was sublime, the way she begged, the tight squeeze of her body around him … but also the way she managed to be both Maggie and Curious Rose at the same time. She released his hair to twist both hands in the sheets, her hips beginning to twitch. He was rock hard. He wanted her on the edge, but he wasn’t going to rush her there. They had all morning. All day.

Forever.

He wasn’t ready for that yet, so he focused on his task. It was too soon to even think about forever. They had this moment and they would take future moments one by one … but he already knew those moments would string out into something to hang a memory on.

“Oh,” she moaned, hips twitching as the intensity built. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still. When she started to tense up, he backed off to suck kisses into her inner thighs. She sagged, some tension leaving her frame. Her breath rasped loudly in the quiet room, and when it regulated, he returned to her clit again.

She made the most beautiful mewling sound, something like a whimper and a cry, and she twisted in his grip. “Please,” she begged, pressing herself against his mouth, but she didn’t finish the sentence.

“Shh,” he whispered, kissing her clit so lightly she might not even be able to feel it. “Don’t wake the neighbors. You’re gonna have to be quiet.”

“Oh god.”

“Ask me nicely.” He sucked her clit again.

Her words came out in a rush. “Oh, please, please may I come?”

He slid his fingers into her heat. “You’d better.” He returned his mouth to her clit, and that was all she needed.

She cried out, then tried to muffle it, shaking and shuddering and finally reaching down to grip his hair with both hands again and hold him in place. She tasted amazing, soaking his hand and lips as she clenched around his fingers with the strength of her climax.

Yes, he was definitely in love with this woman.

Blake dragged out her pleasure longer than she probably wanted, keeping her going with his hands and tongue until she finally started to beg for relief. Finally, he sat back and caught his breath.

God, she was beautiful, sprawled out across the mattress still panting and wild-eyed, wearing only a rumpled sleep shirt. She caught his gaze and smiled. “Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice a purr.

“Mhm.” He grabbed another condom from her nightstand. “You mind if I use you for my own pleasure now?”

It was a testament to this playfulness they’d built between them that she laughed. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside.

With the condom on and his erection absolutely begging for mercy, he settled himself into the space between her thighs. At least he could tease her. “Now,” he said, “I’m definitely not going to let you come again, so don’t even ask.”

She made another of those wicked noises when he slid into her, but he could only drop his head and breathe. This felt like home, like she was made for him. He was already moving his hips, chasing his pleasure, filling her again and again. They both had work to do today, but there were always lunch breaks … and coffee breaks … and other breaks. Maybe he’d take her like this several times today, keep her wet and fuck her without letting her come. Or maybe he’d make her come repeatedly until she begged for mercy. Or maybe he’d wait until tonight, then lay her down and make sweet, gentle love to her all night long until neither of them could walk in the morning.

They were going to have so much fun together.

Pleasure built low in his gut, drawing steadily upward and outward, his orgasm gathering as his thrusts grew more erratic. Maggie wrapped her legs around him, tipping her hips back to get him even deeper, and he groaned as the sensation spiraled through him. “Go on,” she whispered into his ear, her lips warm. “Come for me.”

His climax crashed suddenly through his senses and he was lost.

Afterward, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms. He was exhausted and she had to be, too, but they lay curled together without sleeping.

Or at least, he wasn’t sleeping. She’d been quiet long enough that he wasn’t sure anymore. “You awake?” he asked at last.

She made a soft affirmative noise. “Just comfortable.”

“I’m glad of all this.” He hadn’t said it before, and he needed to say it out loud. “I’m glad it’s you.”

She lifted her head from his chest and looked down at him, smiling lazily. “I’m glad it’s you, too.” Then she leaned in to kiss him, soft and sweet and tender enough to break his heart, or maybe mend it. They’d have a lot more to discuss, of course. About what they wanted from a relationship, and from each other, and how they wanted to build this precious thing together. And they’d have a lot more boundaries to figure out and agree on, and interests to play with and discover, and a footlocker of kink implements, along with a nightstand of sex toys, to try.