The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part LXIX: Is That A Blindfold?

LXIX: Blake, Liam, Marie

Blake

Blake dragged Liam into her room, giving him no choice in the matter. Emotion still swirled within her, unsettled and unsure, but she didn't care. She was still a bit frustrated with Liam, and knew that a promise wasn't as easy as just saying the words, but she was more frustrated with herself for being mad at him. And for angry-fucking him in her head the previous night.

Blake also fucking loved him for how wonderful he was, coming here to apologize even if it would take her time to accept it. She knew he wasn't lying about that part. Liam was practical. He would have brought a bag if he'd been sure of staying over.

Think about that later. Liam is here, in my room. No thinking. Just him.

Slamming the door behind her, Blake turned around to face Liam, drinking him in.

It was unfair that he always looked so fucking good. His coat hung open, revealing a bright blue sweater the color of her hair underneath. It hung off his broad chest like pretty much all of his clothes did. His hair was halfway between messy and done, as usual, and his sparkling blue eyes threatened to pull her in and never let go when she met his gaze.

Does he always look so perfect? Or do I just think he does because I love him?

No.

Thinking would come later.

Taking another deep breath, Blake licked her lips, then pulled Liam to her. Their lips found each other, locking together as their hands groped for buttons and hems.

"If I'm not seeing you for a month," Blake said, between kisses as she pushed Liam's coat off him, "I'm not wasting time now that you're here."

Liam just kissed her back, making a muffled sound against her lips that was either an agreement or just a moan.

She pulled his shirt off of him, hands, groping at his bare skin, taking in his warmth and the hard planes of his torso. They broke their kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over Liam's head, and Blake snuck a lick at his nipples, making him gasp, and making her grin as her pussy quivered in anticipation.

Their mouths locked again once the shirt was off, discarded somewhere in her room.

When Blake's hand went for Liam's fly, however, he broke the kiss.

"Wait."

Blake blinked, shocked, as Liam closed his hand over hers.

She met his eyes, and found them burning with the same desire that thrummed through her body, but also hesitant and curious

Blake frowned, suddenly worried.

"Can we slow down for just a moment?"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Blake studied her boyfriend for a moment, then nodded.

Liam

Liam tried to think over his words as quickly as possible at the worry in Blake's eyes as she nodded.

"I wanted to ask about subspace."

Blake blinked.

"What do you mean?" she said slowly.

Liam thought for a moment, studying his girlfriend. She looked so beautiful, standing before him, deep blue eyes wide, lips a bit swollen from their kissing, cheeks flushed and nose a little red at the tip.

He shrugged. He hadn't planned on this when he'd come over, or even before their fight, but now, Liam wanted to do something for Blake. He wanted a way to show her that he cared and that he could deal with the parts of their relationship that weren't so typical or vanilla.