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He sits up on his knees, and helps me wriggle out of my jeans and underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down. His starving eyes hungrily take in my smooth bare legs and pussy as I lay on the floor panting. He bites his bottom lip, his expression raw and primal, making me instantly flush with heat. I open my legs wider.
“Fuck, Skylar!” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe his own eyes. “You are perfection! So fucking beautiful.” He growls.
“Heath, please,” I groan. “I need more!”
After one final look, he slowly slides down, until his head is nestled between my legs—in line with my aching core.
I rise up on my elbows and watch with anticipation as he spreads my legs further apart and inhales my scent. He closes his eyes, licking his lips as if savouring my essence. “God. You smell fucking divine!” He groans.
Curling his arms around the top of my thighs, he pulls me closer towards his face. He breathes me in one last time before his mouth clamps down on my pussy. I let out a loud gasp, my head falling backwards, as his tongue swipes along my slit, circling my throbbing clit.
The sensation is warm and slippery, making my skin tingle all over. He definitely knows what he’s doing and how to drive mecrazy. His tongue is doing all sorts of magical tricks, causing me to whimper and writhe beneath him.
Just as I’m about to thread my fingers through his hair, he suddenly pulls back, a teasing grin spreading across his face. Then, he slowly thrusts a finger inside me, making my back arch off the ground.
Not a minute later, he adds another, his fingers sliding in easily from how wet I’ve become. My pussy clenches around him in a tight grip as he slams his mouth on my clit again, swirling his tongue and feasting on me like a man deprived of food.
I feel my orgasm rise as Heath fucks me vigorously with his fingers, his mouth lapping up all my juices. The moment he hits my g-spot, my body shudders and my eyes roll to the back of my head as the most intense orgasm explodes through me.
Once my pleasure subsides, Heath gently pulls his fingers out of me and sits up, wiping my arousal from his lips with the back of his hand. He flashes a devious, almost cocky grin, and the sight alone sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing low in my belly.
As he leans back on his haunches, I quickly sit up and eagerly reach for his belt—but his hands catches my wrists before I can go any further. He gives a subtle shake of his head, silently halting me. “Uh-uh, duchess. Not today.” He smirks.
My jaw drops in shock. Is he serious right now? “What do you mean, not today?” I ask, fixing him with a sharp, narrowed stare.
His chuckles, the sound low and raspy. “It means we have all the time in the world for this. There’s no rush, baby.”
I glance down at my bare thighs, suddenly overcome with self-consciousness.
He notices right away and gently lifts my chin, his gaze tender and kind. “I would love nothing more than to fuck you nine ways to Sunday, but I’d rather take my time with you, okay?”
I nod slowly, realising he’s absolutely right. It’s still too soon. I’d gotten so caught up in the moment with him that I hadn’t stopped to think about how I might feel afterward.
He leans down, his lips brushing mine in soft, tender kisses. After gently helping me into my clothes, he presses one last lingering kiss to my lips before guiding me to my feet.
As we sit on the edge of his bed, he asks me if I’d like something to eat. After that mind-blowing orgasm, he must’ve sensed I was starving—either that, or he heard my stomach rumble. When I nod, he stands up immediately and tells me to wait on the bed while he prepares something for us to eat.
The moment he steps out of the room, I bury my face in my hands, hiding the smile tugging at my lips from everything that just transpired not too long ago. I was surprised by how comfortable and safe I felt with him, how there wasn’t a single moment where I wanted to stop or slow down. Honestly, if he hadn’t stopped me, I think I would’ve gladly gone all the way.
After that steamy little episode, there’s no denying it anymore—I’m catching feelings for my roommate. And for once, the thought doesn’t scare me.
There’s a strange excitement bubbling within me as I think about opening myself up to new possibilities. Who knows what will come after tonight? Maybe we’ll choose to forget it ever happened—or maybe we’ll embrace whatever is quietly blooming between us. Either way, I know one thing for sure: this time, I’ll be ready.
CHAPTER 25
Heath
I watch in silence as Skylar takes a bite of the steak fajita wrap I just made for her. Earlier, she tried to convince me that the shrimp pasta I brought home from the restaurant last night was still ‘perfectly fine’. I wasn’t having it. Only the freshest meals for this sexy little lady.
I’m still reeling from everything that just happened—listening to her sing, then devouring her sweet pussy right after. God, what a treat that was. I was completely captivated the moment I heard her voice. When she opened her mouth to sing, it was like my soul had left my body. Absolutely spellbinding—unlike anything I’ve ever felt or experienced before.
The pain and rawness in her voice pierced straight through my chest. Every note, every lyric carried an emotion that felt deeply personal, as if she was telling her own truth—her own painful experience. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Skylar looked and sang like an angel—a beautiful, broken angel. And I was the lucky bastard who got to witness it all.
The moment the song ended and she opened her eyes, something inside me snapped. Every rule I’d set, every line I swore I wouldn’t cross, vanished in an instant. The need to touch her, to taste her, to claim her, consumed me entirely. I didn’t care about the risks, the what-ifs, or the repercussions. All I knew in that moment was that I wanted her—needed her—and that, nothing else mattered. So, I kissed her—consequences be damned!
But when Skylar kissed me back, everything changed. Her body responded to mine with such openness and equal fervour, welcoming every touch, every kiss I offered. There was no hesitation—only raw, electric need—a perfect storm of lust, desire and connection. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, and deep down, we both knew—there was no undoing what had just begun. There was no turning back now.
We’re sitting on my bed, devouring our steak fajita wraps as if I hadn’t just savoured every inch of her moments ago. Skylar looks breathtaking, even with her wild hair and a mouth full of food. I can’t imagine her ever looking anything less than beautiful. It’s hard to turn my gaze away.
