Roommates with Benefits [COMPLETED]

Chapter 53 - And then... ❤️

❤️Adult content❤️

Emma

His lips press against mine, and his tongue runs along the seam, asking me to open. I do. I let him in and he explores my mouth just as he has many times before, but this time, it's different. I meet his tongue and we tease and play.

My hands find the hem of his t-shirt and travel underneath. I enjoy the feel of his muscles under my fingers and moan softly.

"Emma?" He's breathless. Leaning his forehead against mine.

"Yeah?" I kiss his jaw.

"Are you... Would it be ok... If you want to stop..."

"Max?" I meet his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

One moment I'm standing, the next I'm lying on the couch with Max over me.

"Ok," he growls and dips his head to my neck.

It's as if all of his inhibitions are gone. He nuzzles and kisses my neck. Then he licks and sucks and I know he's leaving marks as he trails further down.

His fingers are pulling at my shirt, pulling it up over my stomach and my breasts. He growls again when he notices I'm not wearing a bra.

His mouth lands on my stomach and I give in to him completely. Soft kisses move across my skin. His hands hold my waist as if he needs to hold me in place, to make sure I'm not going anywhere.

He takes the underside of my breast in his mouth, nipping at it. His tongue strokes the place he nipped and a soft sound emanates from my throat.

He places his lips around my nipple, breathing on it, while his hand moves to my other breast. Squeezing firmly. Then he sucks my nipple while his other hand works my other breast.

I entwine my fingers in his hair. "Max."

He sucks harder, pulling at my nipple with his teeth. I moan.

"I need you naked," he says and his voice is so filled with desire it makes me instantly wet.

"You too," I pant.

When he stands, I quickly pull the shirt over my head and squirm out of my leggings until I'm laying in front of him, completely naked.

He's removed his own clothes and stands there, with his cock hard as steel as he watches me.

"Max?" I furrow my brow when he makes no move to touch me.

"Just a moment. If I lay a finger on you right now, I'm going to go feral. And I don't want to hurt you." He keeps devouring my body with his eyes.

I smile up at him, a mischievous grin, as I let my hand move down my stomach between my legs. His hand grips his cock as he watches me with wide eyes.

"Oh, god, Emma."

I feel my wetness and plunge a finger inside. Squirming my hips, I relish in the feeling before I pull it out and hold it up to him. His eyes are on fire as he leans in and takes it in his mouth. I spread my legs for him.

"Take me, Max."

He's between my legs in the blink of an eye. He sits between them, grabbing my hips and lifting me into position.

Toying with my nipple, I lick my lips. His tip is pressed against my opening. Not being able to wait any longer, I arch my back. He glides into me in one long, firm stroke.

"I'm going to make you come so many times," he says, looking down at me as he's buried deep inside me.

"Good," I whisper back and wiggle my hips.

He moves almost all the way out. His body is tense and I can tell he's trying to hold back.

"Max?"

"Yes?" He sinks into me, deeply, trembling, as he's trying to stay in control.

"I love you."

"Fuck." He pulls out and rams back in. And then he moves. It's as if my words have unleashed what was holding him back and he thrusts into me over and over. His eyes meet mine and he leans forward and takes my lips.

"I love you too," he says, sweat glistening on his body.

It's frantic and needy, but not like before. This time, the need is for the other one to know how we feel. And he fills me up over and over until he makes me see stars. He explodes inside me and holds me tight, kissing my face, my chest, my shoulders.

Then he leans me over the couch and does it again. His fingers, mouth and cock spend the rest of the day satisfying me as if all this time, he was holding back, because he didn't want to reveal how badly he wanted me.

And I let him. Not only that, I demand more. I give him everything I am. And as we come together, spent and exhausted, we keep eye contact and whisper the magic words that changed it all. I love you.

I slump against his chest on the rug in front of the TV and trace lazy fingers along the lines of his tattoo.

"I think I love tattoos now," I say.

He laughs.

"What?"

"Do you know why I got it?" he asks.

"Because you lost a bet?"

He dismisses that explanation.

"The real reason I got it is because I knew that you hate tattoos."

"What? That makes no sense."

"I'm not sure when it happened. I think maybe several times. But I fell in love with you. And when I came here to UNI and couldn't get you out of my mind, I knew I had to do something." He kisses my hair. "So I decided that, since you hate tattoos, if I got one, that would mean it could never be us."

I raise my head and look up at him. His hand rests on the small of my back, just above my ass.

"Are you telling me the tattoo was your way of making sure this would never happen?" I gesture to our naked bodies.

"No, it was my way of reminding me that it probably would never happen, so I needed to live my life and stop pining over you."

"I don't think it worked."

"No, I suppose it didn't."

"That's ok," I say. "You can just spend the rest of your life worshiping me."

With a growl, he rolls over and pins me to the floor. "Your wish is my command."

He kisses my mouth, my neck, my breasts, my stomach. And lower. And I smile up at the ceiling as I run my fingers through his hair. I'm finally home.