Page 75 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
“That you’ll taste even better with fruit.” He follows the berry’s path with his mouth, tongue hot where the strawberry was cold. “Initial results are promising.”
I’m already squirming, need building fast. There’s something about the focused way he touches me, like I’m something precious, worth savoring, that undoes me completely.
“Spread your legs wider, F.C.,” he murmurs against my stomach. “Show me that slick little cunt I love.”
I obey without thinking, past shame or hesitation.
His approving hum vibrates through me. “Good girl.” The words shouldn’t hit as hard as they do. Oh, but they do… “Now let me take care of you.”
And he does.
With his mouth and fingers and that devastating combination of reverence and filth that turns me to a quivering puddle of lust every single time. He takes me apart methodically, patiently, like he’s got all day to catalog exactly what makes me tremble.
By the time he finally lets me come, I’m a babbling mess, and pretty sure I’ve promised him my firstborn despite neither of us wanting kids.
He kisses his way back up my body, looking pleased with himself.
“So?” he asks, settling beside me as I try to remember how to breathe. “Still worried about missing the good t-shirts?”
I sigh, part my lips to speak, then decide talking is overrated, and sigh again.
He laughs low in his throat. “I’ll take that as a compliment to my oral skills.”
“Your oral skills should come with a warning label.” I press my face into his shoulder, still trembling a little. “Danger: May Cause Loss of Words.”
“I’ll get that printed on a shirt, and add it to my first vacation t-shirt collection.”
First vacation.
First…
The word doesn’t sound scary now. It sounds like a promise I want him to keep.
Nearly as much as I want him inside me…
“Parker?” I whisper.
“Yes?”
“I have a serious question.”
He sobers, pulling back to gaze into my face. “Yeah? Shoot.”
“Why aren’t you inside me right now?”
His breath rushes out with a grin. “I don’t fucking know.” He pushes the front of his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock as heshifts back on top of me. “That was a serious fucking oversight.” He reaches down, spreading some of my wetness on his length with a slow glide of his hand before he murmurs, “Let your legs fall open for me, baby. Nice and relaxed. Perfect. Now, reach down and open your inner lips. Let’s make it easy for you first thing this morning.”
I obey, more turned on by the frank way he tells me how to get ready to take him than is reasonable.
But fuck reasonable.
I don’t need reasonable. I just need this sweet man whispering encouraging things into my ear as his giant cock tunnels to the core of my being.
“That’s it, fuck, Mack,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Love the way you let me in. How hot you are, how wet.” He groans as he starts to move, long, slow strokes that alter my brainwaves. “God, baby. You’re heaven. Never want to be anywhere else.”
“Never,” I agree, clinging to him as my body adjusts to his girth.
Soon, I’m able to wrap my legs around his hips and grind up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust until we both fall apart. And as he plunges deep, filling me in sharp jerks as my inner walls pulse, I send out a silent prayer to any benevolent forces that might be listening.
