Page 78 of A Bossy Roommate
We move in tandem, my erection rubbing against her belly. I grab the back of her thighs, and she hops up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walk us to my bed where I lay us down.
“Baby, spread those legs even wider. Tell me, ‘Fuck me, babe.’”
She does. When she whispers the words, my heart almost stutters.
With one quick, hard thrust, I push my cock into her heat.
Thank fuck.
This time, both of us have to struggle to keep our voices down. For the record: in my dream the whole building is completely soundproof, effectively contravening Eden’ssuggestion of Mrs. Hutton and my aunt listening with turned teacups held against the wall.
Heaven. Fucking heaven.
Eden’s mouth claims mine in a breathless kiss.
I fuck her against the mattress.
In my mind, fucking her is a desperate need. An insatiable hunger. But it’s more. It’s an irresistible force that renders me powerless. Every fiber of my being longs for her and craves the sensation of touching her.
She rocks up and against my dick like she’s made for it, made for me—and me alone. She molds against me perfectly. We fall into a steady rhythm as I cradle her against me, my tongue in her mouth, my cock inside her, and I fuck her slowly, savoring every precious second, relishing the sweet ecstasy of that moment.
I hold her tighter, breathing hard. “Oh fuck.Oh fuck.”
Neither one of us is going to last long. It becomes a competition to see who’ll give in first. Clearly, I’ll win. It’s not as though she has any doubts about it. But she sure as hell is trying to fight for the place. Every time she squeezes or clenches around me, shockwaves of pleasure ripple through my system—they make me move faster, fuck her harder. Fuck her more thoroughly. Fuck her like she deserves. Making it impossible for her to greet the next day without still feeling me, feeling our connection.
My hands grip her ass, giving me the leverage to ground myself deeper into her addictive heat. She twitches and rocks along with me, her kisses growing desperate, her breaths becoming ragged, her hands digging in tighter.
She comes first.
She comes hard.
Harder than she’s ever come in her life.
It’s the most beautiful sight of my life. Also, the hottest.
Throwing her head back against the mattress, a beautiful moan escapes through her clenched teeth, with my name on her lips. Her sweet pussy squeezes and pumps me, making me groan.
I can’t stop coming.
I come, and come, and come, holding her firmly in my embrace.
I keep going until there’s nothing left, until all I can do is press my weight against her, my forehead against hers, only my arms supporting me.
When I open my eyes to hers, our breathing still heavy, she looks at me like I’m all she’s ever needed.
As I attempt to pull out, her pussy squeezes me like a vise, preventing me from sliding out, so I remain inside her. Her eyes smile at me. Mine smile back.
Next thing I know, I fucking wake up—lying in bed, alone, begging, pleading for this not to be just a dream.
22
EDEN
It goes without saying, the rest of Sunday is more thanalittleawkward.
I’m mortified that Carter’s aunt heard “my orgasm,” and even though I try pretty damn hard to think of a way to bring up the topic and clarify things, Carter is right: There’s no way I can look the older lady in the eyes and start talking about sex with her nephew. Heck, I canbarelylook her in the eyes when she returns from Hattie’s a few hours later, a “knowing” smirk on her face.
We don’t know when she’ll feel well enough to travel back to France. It means we’ll have to keep up the marriage charade a bit longer, however, I have confidence we’ll be able to handle it.