“I know you were watching me.” I said.

I didn’t mind that my roommate caught me pleasuring myself in my room. The door was open a crack, the vibrator was on and I wasn’t exactly being quiet. He didn’t know I’d seen him. I could see the flush of embarrassment in his cheeks as he felt guilty for spotting me, but couldn’t bring himself to turn away. It excited me that he watched. I wanted him to.

I’d fantasised about it so many times and that fantasy had become a delicious reality. So much so, it wasn’t long until I was shaking under the fast buzzing on my clit and my orgasms rippled through me.
“I’m sorry…” he murmured, unable to meet my eyes.

“Hey…” I strode over and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him down to crash my lips against his. He stiffened before relaxing against me, letting himself unleash the feelings he’d kept pent up for however long.

My tongue ran along the seam of his lips and he let me in, moaning softly as my tongue met his. He wound his arms around my waist, scooping me up in to the air as our kiss grew more urgent. Smoothly, he carried me in to his bedroom over to the bed.

Laying flat on his back, he pulled me on top of him, straddling his wide hips. We both only had one thing on our minds. It had hung in the air for far too long and it was time we both gave ourselves to the other. My hands traced over his waistband, effortlessly unbuckling his belt.

“Is this what you want?” I asked. His eyes were locked on mine.
“Yes…” he whispered, as I yanked down his jeans and underwear in one smooth move, freeing his impressive arousal. I pulled down my underwear under my skirt and as I climbed atop him, ran my tongue up his shaft with a small kiss at the tip. He shuddered under my hands: his whimpers were delicious and I felt my centre throb.

Our eyes not leaving the others, I slowly lowered on to him, savouring every luscious inch. His mouth hung open, chest shuddering as I sank deeper.
“Tell me what you want.” I slowly circled my hips. His eyes fluttered closed and his hold on my hips relaxed, so his fingertips brushed against my skin.

“Ride me…” he whispered in a beg, “Please…ride me…”
I loved how he begged. Interlocking his fingers with mine, I pinned his hands on the bed either side of his head, rocking back and forth, losing ourselves to the passion we’d kept under lock and key for so long.

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