Page 16 of Kissed By My Roommate

Our bodies take over as our eyes remain locked. I see her doubts flit there, but when my thumb presses against her clit, I chase them away. I plan to do it over and over again until the only thing left for her to feel is love.

I love this woman. I have from the moment I met her, and it’s only deepened with every moment I’ve been able to steal from her. She is beautiful and captivating, but she’s so much more too.

“Zoey,” I groan her name as our movements become faster and more forceful, as we chase our release. “Fucking hell. You’re perfect.”

There’s a flush to her cheeks and I’m not sure if it’s from my words or the pure fucking carnal passion she’s feeling. I sit up and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, one of her hands going to my head and holding me in place as I tease her flesh with my tongue.

I groan against her skin, unable to feel anything other than her and the bliss she creates in my soul. Her back arches, but I don’t let up on my assault. I want my touch to consume her. I want the need I’ve only felt with this woman to chase everything else away for both of us.

She’s so selfless. I’ve seen the haunting shadows in her eyes when she’s come off a shift. Sometimes there is a lightness there and I know she’s helped people feel safe, but then there are the other times. The times when I can see the pain she’s carrying around because she wasn’t able to help someone the way she wanted to.

I never thought about the burden on the people who answer the phone when you’re at your worst—when an emergency is forcing you to call 911. It never occurred to me they took on the pain of the people they were trying to help.

Now, faced with the woman I love living under that burden, I can see it and appreciate it. She carries the weight of it all and the guilt when things don’t turn out well. It’s all a numbers game, statistics and triage, but those are still real people who need real help.

I might not be able to do anything about her calls, but I can help her when she’s home. I can take some of the burden and give her happiness in return. She’ll never wonder where she stands or if she has support. I’m there for her.

For the rest of my life.

Always.

Her pussy starts to clamp down around my length as she moans my name and I know she’s close. I’m going to follow her right over the edge. Because she demands nothing less.

When I nip at her nipple, the slight sting of pain as her nails dig into my scalp as I send the same zing through her is what sends us both tumbling over the edge.

Our panting breaths and the final slap of skin against skin as our bodies lock up and she comes on my cock, my cum filling up her willing and waiting channel, reverberate around the room. The evidence of the passion between us echoes around us as we collapse back onto the bed, her ear pressed against my pounding heart.

I can’t help but touch her, my hands roaming over her back. My hands are calloused, years of working hard with metal isn’t something I can hide. Her skin is so smooth and I almost regret marring the silkiness with the roughness of my own.

The way she shivers above me tells me she doesn’t mind and likes it.

I find myself smiling as she burrows deeper against me.

“I like waking up this way,” her voice is soft and innocent, sated in a way which makes me want to pound my chest and shout it out for the world to hear.

“You’ll wake up this way every day for the rest of our lives if it’s what you want, Sweetheart.”

Zoey shifts slightly, her eyes coming up to meet mine and I know she’s looking for the lie. She’s looking for the chink in my armor, but I know she won’t find it. I mean every single word and even if it takes a lifetime, I’m going to prove it to her.

I kiss her forehead and then cup her cheeks bringing her face up to mine so I can kiss her lips gently. She sighs against my mouth, and I feel a little more of her walls crumbling. It won’t take long before they’re down and she’s defenseless.

She doesn’t have to worry; I would never take advantage of her vulnerable state. I’ll be her wall, her shield, her everything.

“How about a shower and then we can go out to the workshop for a little while before we nap,” I suggest gently.

I want her to see my art, I want her there while I’m creating. She’s the muse I never knew I needed, but it’s clear as day now with her in my arms. I was waiting for her to wake something up inside of me and, now that she has, I never want to go back to the way it was before.

I was stoic, my own means of protecting myself. I was closed off, afraid to let anyone in and unsure of what they needed from me.

Not with Zoey. I want to be an open book. I want her to trust me.

The moment my lips met hers, I knew how deeply true it was and how it would change my life. It’s a change I welcome because having her in my arms is worth everything to me. It’s more than she could ever imagine.

I’m never letting go.

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