Page 62 of Under One Roof

It sends goose bumps over my spine, tightens my skin, not to mention my balls. My cock is steel and aching, but I can’t worry about myself now. Too busy memorizing her curves and valleys with my tongue, counting the freckles that dot her shoulders with my lips.

But I want more. Need more.

To taste her. Make her come undone.

“Andi,” I whisper against her ear, trailing my hand over her shoulder to the side of her breast and down, spanning her stomach. My fingertips barely graze the shape of her under the cotton of her thong. “Let me put my mouth on you.”

I feel her swallow when I kiss her throat, tension radiating through every inch of her. “I know you’re nervous, but we’ll go slow.”

She molds her hands to each side of my face, forcing my head up so I meet her gaze. “What if you don’t like it? What if?—”

“There is nothing I want more. I’ve been dreaming about it. Your flavor and the way I know you’ll sound when you come. There is no what-if. I’m going to love it, and I’ll make sure you do too.” I scrape my teeth over her collarbone, lowering myself down her body, brushing my thumbs back and forth over her nipples, sucking on the skin between them. “Please, baby. I need to.”

I flatten myself to the bed, set my chin on her stomach, watching as she nibbles on her lower lip. I understand her unspoken words. No one’s ever gone down on her. No one’s ever made her come like that. The thought makes me want to hunt down every selfish asshole she’s been with. But more than that, it makes me want to show her how good it can be. How good I can make her feel.

When she eventually agrees with a hesitant nod, I sit up. “Get your vibrator out.” Her brows narrow in question, and I stand, staying close to the edge of the mattress and removing my T-shirt. “I told you. We’ll go slow. So, before I put my mouth on you, I want to watch. I want to see what you do when you’re on your own down here and I’m upstairs.”

Her eyes widen as pink blooms on her cheeks, lips pressed together like she’s nervous, even as she shifts to her hands and knees, pushing her ass out to me, glancing over her shoulder. Little minx.

She reaches over to her bedside table and pulls out the toy I saw the day we met, the same one that I accidentally powered on while I carried her bag. It’s bright pink but transparent enough that I spot where the battery goes. It’s thick and long and remarkably close to a real-life cock. Except for the small attachment clearly meant to stimulate her clit.

And I’m going to see her use it.

Lucky bastard.

Blood rushes south, and I remind myself to breathe, force my muscles to relax as she rolls back to the center of the bed and slips off her thong, flicking it at me. I shake my head at her, but my stern mask melts at her playful grin. As always, she pulls my own mouth into a semblance of a smile. I can’t help it.

When she’s happy, I’m happy.

But I try again and jut my chin out with an order. “Show me.”

Naked and laid out like every one of my fantasies come to life, Andi turns on the vibrator, the soft buzz filling the room. She tentatively touches the head to her clit, then lower, rubbing the length of it along her slit, coating it in her wetness. She’s still not as confident as I know she can be, still timid with her free hand close to her side, eyes closed.

That won’t do.

“Open your eyes.”

She does, and I nod, making sure my voice is even when I say, “I love watching you. See?” I swiftly drop my shorts and boxer briefs, wrapping my fist around my erection. “See what you do to me.”

She watches as I pull on the length, echoing the movement with her own, swiping the vibrator along the seam of her pussy.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Getting good and wet. So pretty.”

She sucks in a breath I feel in my own chest as she pushes the tip inside her, and it would take my heart giving out for me to force my gaze from the image of her pussy swallowing the pink dildo. I lick my lips, transfixed, unknowingly moving closer to her until my knees hit the bed.

“Oh fuck, Andi. Fuck me, this is… This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You are perfect.”

Her eyelids flutter, tits rising and falling rapidly, that arm that was previously at her side is stretched out, fingers aimlessly pulling at the bedsheet. She’s getting worked up, starting to forget about her nerves, and that’s exactly what I want.

I want her to let go, ignore me and what I may or may not be feeling and thinking, and concentrate on herself. On how she feels. On what she wants. On how close she is to reaching the peak.

I stay quiet, even as it’s hard not to praise her for being brave and beautiful and better than anything I could have dreamed. But I don’t want to pull her out of the daze she’s in as she fucks herself with the vibrator, the little attachment hitting her clit. She must find the place she needs because her back arches, skin flushing red, and she slaps her left hand to her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple.

Her brow pulls down, head thrown back, quiet, short moans coming from her open mouth, pursed in an O. I stroke myself in time with her movements, matching her rhythm. The faster her breath comes, the faster mine does as well. Her whimpers grow louder, my hand works quicker. We’re both racing toward orgasm, and I try as hard as I can to hold back, keep my eyes open to watch Andi crest the wave first.

Her body tenses as she cries out, her release crashing over her. I follow her over the edge, my cock pulsing in my hand as I come, her name on my lips, and I slump over, catching my breath, finally allowing my eyes to close, my heart rate slowing.

It takes a minute to recover, and I stand upright again to see the vibrator tossed aside, her body limp and mine for the taking. I wipe my hand on my discarded T-shirt then dive between her legs, wrapping my arms under her thighs, keeping her in place. I can smell her arousal, delicious. See it glisten on her skin, mouthwatering.

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