Page 69 of The Reluctant Roommate

Heidi shook her head silently. Oh, she loved her body, how it looked, how it felt, what it could do, its strength and softness, but she knew, objectively, she was no goddess of beauty.

“You’re beautiful,” Morgan said softly. “And I bet you’re wet for me.”

Heidi melted at the words. Her clit throbbed. “You’ll have to find out.”

Morgan sat back on her heels, and her fingers hooked into the waistband of Heidi’s panties. Morgan tugged, and Heidi lifted her hips so Morgan could drag them down her thighs. Again, she folded them before reaching to place them on the chair.

And then Morgan’s hand ran up from Heidi’s knee, insistently pushing her thighs apart. “You’re soaking.” Three fingers stroked down Heidi’s mound, then cupped her.

Heidi shifted, the burning need to be touched, properly, firmly, consuming her. She spread her legs wider.

Morgan’s fingers parted Heidi’s lips, and she stroked around and over her sex with the lightest of touches. Heidi gasped. That barely there touch sent quivers down her thighs, and the heat built in her abdomen. She clenched her stomach muscles and resisted the urge to press her legs together, trapping Morgan’s hand. “Please. Harder.”

“Impatient.” Morgan’s voice hummed.

“I need to come…”

“You will. Soon.” The light touch circled Heidi’s clit, and she shuddered, closing her eyes.

Around and around Morgan’s touch went, soft touches on her labia, a firmer pass over her clit, then back to the gentlest ofstrokes. When a finger dipped inside, the smallest penetration, Heidi couldn’t help herself.

Her hips thrust forward. “Fuck me. Please.”

And then Morgan did. One finger, two. She pushed into Heidi all the way, then withdrew to slide in again. There was no friction, Heidi was so wet, so aroused, so close to coming.

Morgan started a steady rhythm. Heidi responded, her body a thrumming pulse of desire, pushing up, tightening her inner muscles on every thrust. And when Morgan’s thumb brushed the side of her clit, Heidi gasped. “More. Keep doing that.”

Every thrust, every stroke of her clit, brought her closer to the edge until, with a gulp and a shout, her eyes squeezed tight, her inner muscles spasmed, and she came in convulsive waves that went on and on. When she thought she was done, a further brush of Morgan’s fingers on her clit brought a final small peak.

Her muscles went limp, her body dissolving into the afterglow.

Morgan withdrew her fingers and shuffled up the bed to kiss Heidi again. “Seems you can’t follow orders entirely, but that’s okay.”

“Fuck. Fuck me dead, that wasincredible.”

Morgan’s eyes crinkled as she smiled down at Heidi. “You’re not dead. You’re very much alive.”

“I can’t move. You’ve killed me. Death by orgasm. It’s a good way to go.”

Morgan leaned in and kissed her once more. “I’m glad.”

“I’m not.” Heidi heaved herself up and dragged Morgan down to lie facing her. “Because this is only half of it.” She kissed Morgan, sinking into the kiss, into Morgan’s sweetness, remembering her dominance. “You’re going to come too. Tell me how you want to come.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Tell me what you like. I’m yours.”

Morgan stilled briefly before she said, “Use your fingers on my breasts. Soft circles. Around and around my nipples.”

Heidi complied. Morgan’s small breasts were firm, no sag, not even when she lay on her back. Heidi circled, delighting in the soft skin, as satiny as Morgan’s underwear.

“Now kiss my nipple.”

“Say please.”

“Please.”

The ache in Morgan’s voice tugged at Heidi’s belly. She kissed the pink nipple, and it peaked under her tongue as she circled, then took it in her mouth, tugging gently on the nub. Her fingers slid over to the other one, and tongue and fingers worked in tandem.