20. I’m Falling
20
Miles
It’s just after midnight when the glow of Roxy’s headlights flashes through the gap between my living room curtains. I don’t care about the late hour. I’m not the least bit tired.
I hop up from the sofa and hurry to the front door, swinging it open and stepping outside as Roxy climbs from her car. She looks tired from her shift, but that’s okay. She doesn’t have to do a thing but lay there and let me lick her all over. Her eyes light up when she spots me, and one corner of my mouth quirks up when I see the extra pep in her step as she climbs the porch steps to greet me.
Without a word, I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up, holding her against my chest as my lips press against hers. Her arms wrap around my neck as she kisses me back, and I spin around, kicking the door closed behind me after we pass through on our way to the bedroom.
Roxy stiffens, breaking off the kiss before struggling to get down. I allow her feet to touch the floor, but I don’t let her go as I wait for her to explain what she needs.
“Shower,” she huffs between panting breaths. “Long shift. Need to clean up.”
I nod and lift her right back up off the floor. She sighs and lays her head on my shoulder as I carry her into the bathroom, then lifts her head and kisses me again as I set her down on the counter. When she releases me, I spin around and turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. When I turn back to Roxy, her shirt is on the floor, and she’s in the process of unsnapping her bra.
My dick swells in my shorts, but I ignore it and move forward to help Roxy. Pulling her off the counter and setting her on her feet, I drop to my knees in front of her. I quickly unbutton and unzip her slacks and pull them down with her underwear. Her hand lands on my shoulder as she steps out of the material, and after I toss the garments aside, I can’t resist running my palms up her thighs. Roxy makes a muffled noise, and I smile as I push myself to my feet.
“Go on,” I say, nudging her toward the shower stall. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you in bed.”
She gives me a small smile, then kisses my cheek before moving past me to step into the shower. I watch her for a moment, and she visibly relaxes as the warm water sluices over her body. My cock swells to full-mast, and I turn to leave, giving Roxy some privacy.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such constant need for a woman before. There’s infinite sexual chemistry between us, but that’s not all it is. I like Roxy. A lot.
And I only feel a little bad that this whole friends-with-benefits deal is total bullshit for me. I’m all in, with zero fucking plans to date anyone else. Roxy is everything I could ever ask for in a partner, and I want this thing to be real.
But I have to tread lightly. I have to give her time to get it through that beautiful head that we belong together. I’ve been thinking about this ever since that night in the hotel room, and one thing is clear––I’m falling for Roxy.
And I’m going to make her admit she’s falling for me, too. Somehow, some way, this thing between us is going to evolve into more, and I plan to abolish every fear she has about things ending badly for us.
I’m turning down the bed covers when the shower turns off. Quickly finishing, I turn on the bedside lamp and climb onto the mattress, leaning against the headboard and watching the doorway to the bathroom until Roxy appears, silhouetted against the brighter lights behind her.
Wet and naked.
Fuck. Keep it together, man. This is about her, not you, asshole.
She saunters forward, a slight smile playing on her lips, before moving around to the opposite side of the bed and climbing up onto the mattress. I roll over onto my hands and knees as she stretches out onto her back.
“Close your eyes and relax,” I whisper, pressing a light kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Impossible,” she breathes, her eyelids falling closed.
Balancing my weight on my knees, I take her hands, and pressing a kiss to each one, lift them over her head and press them down into the pillow. “Keep those right there.”
She nods, keeping her eyes closed. Moving over her, I straddle her thighs before leaning over to press my open mouth to her neck. She breathes out a contented sigh as I kiss a trail down to her shoulder, over her chest, to her left breast. I worship that perfect bit of flesh for several minutes before moving to the other one and paying it the same homage.
Roxy’s squirming with need, but I force myself to go slow, kissing every inch of her skin as I make my way down to where she really wants me. Needs me.
And fuck, does it feel good to be so needed.
By the time I’ve slid down to press kisses to her inner thighs, Roxy is chanting my name in sweet, breathless whispers. I trail a path upward with my lips and tongue, and she gasps when I finally brush my tongue over her slit. Her legs part even further, and I lick at her clit gently. It’s a soft caress, just enough to spike her need even further.
“Miles, please,” she begs, lifting her hips in an attempt to increase the pressure.
And as much as I wanted to drag this out, I can’t deny her the release she’s begging for. I go a little crazy, licking and sucking while driving two fingers deep inside her. She’s panting now, moaning on every exhale. Her pussy is drenched, and my dick is painfully hard, but I resist the urge to slide up and drive into her hot channel.
This is about Roxy.
“Fuck me, Miles. I need your cock.”
I groan against her clit, and the vibrations make her hips buck involuntarily. Then she’s tugging at my shoulders, encouraging me to stretch over her and give her what she really wants. I treat her to one last, long lick before pulling my fingers free and climbing over her. She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls my face down to hers, kissing me like the taste of herself on my lips drives her even wilder than she already was.
I settle my hips between her thighs, and she rolls hers, rubbing herself all over my erection as her legs curl around me. I drive forward, burying myself deep inside her, and she sighs in relief. We keep kissing, our tongues tangling wildly as I pump into her again and again, and within seconds, she’s coming, her inner walls squeezing me until I can’t think.
Mindless, I drive into her until a tingling sensation shoots down my legs. My balls tighten, and I break off our kiss to roar with my release. Roxy’s sweet pussy continues to throb around me, drawing out every drop I have to give. I drop my head and press my open mouth to her neck, and she purrs contentedly.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her skin.
“Same,” she whispers back, making me grin.
I roll off her, pulling her with me until she’s tucked against my side with her head on my chest. My fingertips trail idly up and down her back, and she snuggles closer with a contented sigh. We lay there for a long while, only the sounds of our slowing breaths breaking the silence.
It feels like we’re closer than we’ve ever been in this moment, and I find myself wondering what the future really holds for Roxanne Chamberlain.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I ask softly, and she chuckles.
“Pretty sure I’m all grown up by now,” she murmurs.
“Seriously,” I say, picking up a lock of her red hair and twirling it around a finger. “Do you want to be a waitress forever? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, obviously. I was just wondering if you have any dreams beyond that.”
She’s quiet for a long moment. I’m kicking myself for breaking the mood when she says, “My dream is to turn the cookie business into a full-time career so I can stop waitressing.”
“Why haven’t you?” I ask, and I feel her shrug slightly against me.
“Not enough clients. People love what I do, but there’s only so much need for such a…niche market.”
“What if you were to open a bakery? You could sell more G-rated cookies in the storefront and take special orders for the R-rated ones.” She laughs, and I tighten my grip on her hair. “I’m not kidding, Roxanne. You could really do this.”
She doesn’t speak for a minute, and I feel her breath hitch before she clears her throat. “What about you? Have any plans for when you retire?”
“Hopefully, I won’t be retiring any time soon,” I say softly. “I earned a business degree in college, but I haven’t really thought much about what I’ll do with it.”
“I can’t imagine you working behind a desk,” she says.
“Me, neither,” I say on a laugh, then pause. “Maybe we could be partners in your bakery. I could run the business side of things while you let your creativity flow in the kitchen.”
She laughs again, and I tighten my grip on her.
“I’m being serious.”
“No, you’re not,” she argues, pinching my side.
“Yes, I am, Roxy. I believe in you, and I believe in those delicious cookies. You can make it happen. I know you can.”