“Except…” I tipped one of her legs outward.
Her eyebrows lifted and she licked her lips again. “Except, maybe?”
“If we both want to?”
She nodded.
And the dam broke.
Surging in, I took her lips with mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I could feel her heat through our clothes. Growling into her mouth, I kissed her deeply as I rolled my hips, pressing myself against her.
Her frantic whimpers as I rubbed her center were music to my ears. As much as I wanted to be inside her, dry humping her to climax would be fucking awesome.
With my hand gripping her ass, I found a rhythm she clearly liked and kept at it, utterly relentless. In moments, her lipsparted, her breath quickened, and her body shook. She leaned her head back, and I watched her come with gasping moans.
Fuck, yes.
Still breathing hard, she met my eyes. I gently removed her glasses and set them aside, then kissed her again.
“Now I’m going to rip your clothes off,” I said low into her ear, “and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
She helped me pull off her clothes and I shucked mine, kicking them out of the way. I manhandled her onto her knees with her hands braced on the back of the couch and ran my hands down her waist and over her hips to cup her ass. She looked back over her shoulder.
“Look at you. This is so hot.”
Kneeling on the edge of the couch, I groaned as I slid inside her. Holding her hips, I thrust in and out, reveling in the intensity. She held on, arching her back, and moved with me.
Soon, we were lost in a rhythm. My grip on her hips was tight and she pressed herself into me each time I thrust. I groaned at the feel of her—the way she wrapped around me so perfectly. Pressure built and every moan and whimper that came from her lips brought me closer to my breaking point.
I wanted to make sure she came again, but I didn’t have to wait. She started to move faster, and I matched her pace. Her breathy string of yeses spurred me on until I was driving into her, buried deep.
The sight of her body, the sound of her moans, and the feel of being inside her were too much. One more hard thrust, and I came unglued.
We came together in an overwhelming burst of heat and pressure. I groaned, moving my hips with the pulses of pleasure as they rippled through my body. I held there, deep inside her, breathing hard as I came down the other side, then finally pulled out.
I stood, and with a little smile, she got up. Standing in front of the couch, I drew her into my arms and held her for a long moment, rubbing slow circles across her bare skin.
She stepped back and gestured toward the bathroom. I watched her go, slow-blinking in my daze.
Our first time had not been a fluke. There was no denying it. We were incredible together.
It was too early to go to bed, and a part of me thought I should just get dressed and go on with our evening. Not as if nothing had happened, but without a lot of post-sex contact. That would be better, right?
Except I hated that idea.
I didn’t want to put my clothes on and go back to sitting on the couch with her. I wanted to hold her. Wrap her in my arms and feel her skin against mine.
Maybe that wasn’t what friends turned roommates who were now apparently fucking should do. But I didn’t give a shit.
Leaving my clothes on the floor, I grabbed her glasses and moved to the hallway to wait, propping my shoulder against the wall a couple of feet from the bathroom door.
She came out and gasped. “That’s you, right?”
I grinned and moved closer so I could slide her glasses onto her face. Then I leaned in and kissed her. “It’s me.”
Without explanation, I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. She didn’t protest as I drew her into bed and pulled the covers over us.
She took her glasses off again and set them on the nightstand, then leaned her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and held her close.
