The Intimacy Experiment (The Roommate #2) - Rosie Danan Page 0,72
as she set her tempo. The clench and release of her taut thighs as they trembled.
Lust rolled over him in waves. Crashing, again and again. Fantasy brushing the edge of reality and then carrying it away.
The way she brushed her thumb across her nipple. The arch of her back. Her gasps, high and needy.
Naomi shifted next to him on the couch, pressing her thighs together, rubbing a hand down her throat.
Why had he ever thought this was a good idea? What exactly did he mean to achieve by sitting here, in the dark, learning firsthand all the ways Naomi liked to be teased and stroked while she began to softly pant beside him?
“How much longer is this?” He forced the words out roughly. Any minute now, he was going to become so hot his body would turn to dust.
Observing the pressure and speed and depth she preferred as she tested herself with two and then three slick fingers. Watching her rake her nails across her inner thighs.
Ethan tried to focus on the pain of his dick pressed against his zipper. Tried to breathe through his nose. Tried not to make noises that made him sound like he was being murdered.
“Not very long. I’m close.” Her words pressed against his skin like velvet. “On screen, I mean.”
She was inches away when he turned to her on the couch. And the vision she presented here was almost alarmingly vivid in contrast to the one on screen. Pink cheeks. Wet lips. Nipples obscenely hard under the smooth material of her dress.
Ethan’s mouth watered. “Fuck.”
He had to call this off. Had to slam the computer shut and walk straight into a cold shower.
He couldn’t do this, not in front of her, not when he wanted more than anything to touch her, or for her to touch him, or—he closed his eyes for a second before forcing them back open—to be able to touch himself.
It was like his heartbeat was everywhere at once.
Confession pushed against his lips. “Listen, I can’t stand—”
“I’m about to come,” she said, and then his speakers filled the room with her desperate mewls of pleasure, and Ethan threw his head back and groaned, not even watching the video anymore, because it was too much.
He was on fire. His sheer, undiluted wanting so strong that it eclipsed the painful way he was grinding his teeth. Any moment now he was going to pass out.
“Ethan?” Naomi leaned forward and shut the laptop, cutting off both the picture and sound from the video. Her voice was huskier than he’d ever heard it. He could feel her vowels against the nape of his neck.
Barely, he managed to sit up, to take in the splashes of crimson marking her cheekbones.
“I had a great time tonight,” she said.
“Me too,” he grunted after counting silently to three.
“Think you can walk me to the door?”
He assumed at that point that she was teasing him, which was honestly fair.
But when Ethan stood up, hissing at the pressure the new angle put on his hard-on, he saw that she wasn’t being coy after all. Naomi’s legs were trembling.
He offered her his hand to get to her feet, and through sheer force of will managed to escort her to the door.
Naomi lingered at the exit, staring at him like he was something feral. He must have looked like a complete mess. He felt like a complete mess.
Please strive for a sliver of normalcy.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” They had a standing date to review her seminar notes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the rise and fall of her chest dramatic.
“Yeah,” Naomi said, and then gave him the filthiest kiss he’d ever received. Quite possibly, he corrected as her tongue pressed against his, the filthiest kiss anyone had ever received.
She pressed herself against him, and he rolled his hips helplessly in time with the greedy press of their mouths. It was all Ethan could do to keep from rubbing his dick, well, all over her, anywhere he could reach.
Naomi pulled his hair until he moaned against her mouth, out-of-his-mind wrecked, but then she stepped away so suddenly he actually stumbled forward. Barely keeping from breaking his nose by catching his arm on the door frame.
“I should go.” Her lips were swollen and her hair was mussed. She looked like the first meteor shower he’d ever seen—impossible and brilliant, so far away but somehow also right inside his chest.
Ethan briefly considered dropping to his knees and begging her to stay.