Page 69 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
I lick and suck and love her with my mouth and fingers until she finally starts to steady, but I don’t let go.
Not yet.
I kiss my way down her thigh, then back up again, mouthing soft, reverent things against her slick skin as she slowly catches her breath above me.
Finally, finally, she slides her fingers from my hair and squeezes my shoulder.
“Your turn,” she says, her voice rough, wrecked.
I glance up to see her staring down at the nearly purple erection bobbing in front of me like she’s dying for a taste.
But when she tries to drop to her knees, I catch her. “No. I need to be inside you, Mack.” Bracing a hand on the tile, I rise to my feet. “I need it so fucking bad. Just give me ten seconds to grab a condom.”
“No,” she says, catching my arm when I try to step out of the shower. “I have an IUD, remember? And I don’t want anything between us. Please.” She reaches down, her fingers curling around my cock again.
Her hand is shaking, like sheneedsme inside her as desperately as I need to be balls deep. She wraps her leg around my waist, I lift her, and suddenly I’m right there, lined up, my cock brushing where she’s dripping for me.
But fuck…I’ve had fingers inside her.
I’ve felt how small she is.
“Are you sure you’re ready, baby?” I ask, gripping the base of my erection, rubbing my dick’s thick, swollen head against her clit, making her suck in a breath. “I can make you come again first. Before you try to take me.”
“No, I need you now,” she whispers, kissing me with the words. “Just…slow.”
I nod, every muscle straining as I press forward, pushing just the tip into her heat. Then a little deeper, until I feel her inner walls start to strain in response.
She gasps—a sharp, startled sound—and grabs my shoulders as her lashes flutter shut.
“God,” she breathes. “I knew you were big, but seriously, Parker…”
I freeze, pulse picking up as I start to wonder if I might actually be too much for her. She’s already squeezing me so tight, and I’m only an inch into a journey of nine full, desperately throbbing inches. But dammit, I swear to God, if my monster dick makes it impossible to fuck this woman, I’m going to cry.
Like a baby.
And no one will ever feel sorry for me, but it will be a tragedy all the same.
“We can stop,” I say, every word ripped from my chest. But I mean it. I don’t want to hurt her,refuseto hurt her.
“No. Don’t you dare.” Her breath comes in shallow pants, but she clings to me. “Just kiss me.”
So, I do, pouring everything I feel for her into the kiss. I cup her breast in my free hand, teasing her nipple, telling it how sorry I am for being too much below the belt. And slowly, I feel her begin to relax. A moment later, she tilts her hips, and fuck…I’m sliding deeper.
Deeper, deeper, sinking into heaven as she finally lets me in.
She’s still the tightest thing I’ve ever felt, but soon, I’m buried to the base, my jaw clenching as I pause at the end of this first, hard-won thrust.
“You okay?” I murmur, my voice trembling.
Her breath shudders out against my lips. “I’m so full, Parker. I’ve never been this full. It’s so…much.”
“Too much?” I ask, determined to pull out and jerk off onto the shower wall if she says yes.
“No, just give me a second,” she whispers.
I hold still. Kiss the corner of her mouth, breathe her breath, brush reverent hands over her shower-hot skin. My forehead rests against hers while we both breathe through the pressure, the intimacy, therealnessof it all, until finally she starts to move.
Her thrusts are small, shallow, at first. But soon she’s breathing easier, her muscles relaxing as we find a slow, gentle rhythm.
