Page 43 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
I tug at her sweater, barely choking out my demand. “Take this off for me?”
Penelope arches one eyebrow ever so slightly as she catches her breath. “You sure? You can stop me at any point if you’re uncomfortable.”
I nod, fully knowing I won’t be taking her up on that offer, then peel out of my long-sleeved shirt to show her I’m not fucking around.
I don’t want anything between us. No secrets, no dark pasts, and certainly no clothes.
She ditches her soft gray sweater, and I’m pleased as fuck at what’s underneath. No bra. Just her perfect, perky tits, her pretty pink nipples that are begging for my mouth.
We come together again, her soft hands clinging to my shoulder as I weigh her tits in my palms. When I drag my thumbs along her nipples, they stiffen into two perfect pink buds, just as responsive as she was the first night we were together.
It’s an honor to touch her like this again, and I won’t take a single second of it for granted. I’m going to commit every inch of her to memory. I’m going to dream about her in detail for weeks.
“Fuck, these are perfect,” I murmur, leaning down to give one budded nipple a gentle lick, and she responds with a gasp.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
My chest tightens at the sound, so I capture the other nipple between my lips, hoping for a similar reaction. What I get is even better—my name, low and breathy, tumbling off her pouty lips.
Fuck, if this woman hadn’t already knocked all my walls down, they’d sure as hell be crumbling for her now.
“Touch me,” Penelope pleads on a whisper, draping one hand over mine and guiding it to the space between her legs. “Please.”
Oh, baby. You don’t have to ask me twice.
I ease her onto her back and work my way down her rib cage, planting hungry kisses against her sweet skin. She tastes floral, and if I could, I’d freeze time and live here in this moment. But I can’t stop time. I can only keep going forward, traveling lower and lower to the spot I want to kiss the most.
When my lips brush against the skin just above the button of her jeans, she shudders beneath me, her hips bucking up, desperate to close the space between us.
God, I want to devour her.
I tug her zipper down and work her jeans off, tossing them to the floor. My body floods with heat when I lay eyes on what’s waiting for me beneath.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur, brushing the pads of my fingers along the black lace between her thighs, watching her wiggle against my touch.
“Yeah?” She teases, lifting her hips off the bed to help me out.
I love how bold Penelope is, love how she’s not afraid to go for what she wants, even if, inexplicably, what she wants is me.
I give the waistband a tug and ditch the damp, lacy fabric at the foot of the bed, then part her with a gentle touch of my thumb. She twitches as I press a finger into her, then contracts when I add a second. She’s so wet, so ready for me.
“So good, Wolfie,” she says, panting.
But she’s the one who’s good. Great. Perfect. More than I could ever deserve. I still can’t believe she’s giving herself to me like this.
I keep two fingers lodged deep and lean forward, my tongue lapping against her in slow, deliberate stokes. She tastes as good as she looks. When my lips seal around her most sensitive spot, she clutches the sheets with her fingers, and before long she’s unraveling, quivering and gasping as I suck and kiss and nibble.
“F-fuck, Wolfie,” she stutters, breathless.
“You taste so good,” I murmur, thrumming my fingers deeper. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Yes.”
And then I feel Penelope come apart, her body jolting as she tightens around my fingers.
It’s hot as hell, and my cock jerks inside my boxers. I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel her body contracting and yielding around mine.
As she comes down from her high, I reemerge, admiring her blazing blue eyes as she swipes one sweaty strand of blond hair from her forehead. Her lips part as if to say something else, but after a prolonged silence, all she can get out is a little whimper of pleasure. It’s so fucking cute, how lost for words she is. It makes me want to get her off again. Which I intend to.
I join her on the bed, my head sinking into the pillow next to her as I trace delicate patterns on her cheekbone with the tips of my fingers.
I feel breathless, and my balls ache. I’ve never been this eager to get naked with a woman before, but with Penelope, I am.
I’m still wearing my jeans, but she’s rid me of my shirt, and she can’t seem to stop rubbing her hands up and down my chest and abs, stopping just before my waistband. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m loving her hands all over me, no matter where they are. It feels really fucking good, and even though I want more, I’m happy to enjoy this moment and go with the flow.
