“I know everything about you already,” she says.
“Not everything,” I answer.
She smooths her hands over my chest and asks, “What do I not know?”
“That the first night you came to my dorm, I told myself halfway through Scrabble that I was going to ask you out when all was said and done.”
Her head tilts to the side. “No, you weren’t.”
I nod. “Yes, I was. I was gathering the courage to do so.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asks, confused.
“Because you said you wanted a friend, and I didn’t want to ruin our connection, so I said okay, I’ll be your friend.”
She wets her lips and asks, “So why now? Why have you changed that way of thinking?”
“Because,” I answer as I grab the hem of her shirt and slowly drag it up and over her head. “I realized that seeing you marry another man was my absolute worst-case scenario because I have deep-rooted feelings for you, Lia.” My hands go to her breasts, and she lifts her chest in a gasp as she moves her ass along my growing erection. “Do you think you could feel the same way?”
She glides her teeth over her bottom lip, and when her eyes connect with mine, she says, “I think so.”
“Good,” I answer before I pick her up and stand from the couch. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her breasts press against my bare chest. It’s such a delicious feeling that I almost feel sad that I’m going to break the contact soon.
“This is all so . . . weird and new to me,” she admits. “It’s hard for me to wrap my head around it.”
I carry her into my bedroom and lay her on the bed before I reach for her waist and take off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. Being able to see her naked whenever I want is like a goddamn dream. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it as well,” I say as I push my shorts down and grip my erection at the base. I squeeze it and let out a hiss as I take in her perfect body.
The swell of her hips.
The way her nipples are pebbled all the fucking time.
The slight part of her lips as she watches me stroke myself.
“Tell me this, Lia, how did you like having my cock in your mouth yesterday?”
She swallows deeply before saying, “I liked it . . . a lot.”
“Good answer.” I stroke my length, running my hand over the head while Lia’s eyes remain transfixed on what I’m doing. “Did you play with the vibrator after?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because.” Her hand floats over her breasts, and I watch in jealousy as she plays with them. “I didn’t think I was allowed to play . . . without you.”
I swear my dick gets even harder from her response.
Wetting my lips, I then lower to the bed, where I hover over her with one hand on either side.
“That’s an even better answer,” I say as I lower my mouth to her chest, where I nip along her skin. “Feel free to play whenever you want without me, but . . .”—I lift to look her in the eyes—“always think about me.” And then I pepper her chest with kisses, going from one side to the other, sucking on her skin, nibbling, leaving my mark so when she wakes up tomorrow and looks in the mirror, she knows exactly who she belongs to.
Her hands drag up my back and to my neck, where she plays with the short strands of my hair. “Do you . . . do you really find me attractive?” she asks, surprising me.
She hasn’t said very much during our last encounters, other than to tell me she was enjoying what I was doing, but today is different. She’s bolder today, she’s more open. More inquisitive.
To answer her question, I take her hand and place it on my hard-on. “You tell me,” I answer.
She strokes lightly, and her touch feels like fire, stoking the flames with every move of her hand.
