6. Michael
I wokeup with the light streaming in from the window, not to my usual alarm.
I panicked for a moment, but then I opened my eyes and remembered where I was and how I had gotten there.
Ava’s scent was still on my tongue; I only wanted to feel her again.
I’d never had this kind of heart-pounding emotion from a girl, especially just from one night of fantastic sex. But Ava was different, even if she was my roommate.
Turning over, I reached for her soft body but instead came up with nothing but her ridiculous throw pillows.
Sitting up straight, I looked around the empty room.
Maybe she just went to the bathroom?
But then, once I got out of bed, the smell of bacon tickled my nose.
Finding my boxers discarded on the floor, I grabbed them and slipped them on as I headed toward the kitchen.
Ava had on her torn button-down shirt, skirt, and an apron on over it, disappointing me by covering up those delicious curves.
The only consolation was that she was frying bacon and eggs on the stove, the heavenly scent hitting me even before I got to the kitchen.
Her back was to me, her hair wet and in a bun, revealing her neck.
Taking a chance, I leaned in, inhaling her scent. “Did you use my shower and body wash?”
She yelped, the spatula clattering against the pan as she turned toward me, pushing away from the stove so her ass was pressed against the counter, those gorgeous breasts against my chest.
“I didn’t want to wake you, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I showered and made breakfast before I headed into the office.”
I smirked, running my fingers down her chest, the shirt split open in the middle to dip into her cleavage. “Like this?”
She swallowed hard. “Well, I was going to change but didn’t want to wake you, opening and closing dresser drawers.”
“So now that I am awake, how about we get you out of these clothes and back into bed,” I murmured into her neck.
She sighed. “Michael, we can’t do this. Last night was a mistake.”
I stopped moving my lips against her neck, but only for a moment before trailing my fingers back to the swell of her breast. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Michael…we work together. We’re roommates.”
I laughed into her neck. “Technically, I’m a player, and you’re in the office. And the roommates just make it easier for me to have you every night when we get home.”
“Michael, I know I’m not good enough for you.”
I snapped my head back and then gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “Don’t you ever say that again.”
“It’s the truth. I mean, look at me and look at you.”
“I am looking at you, and I see a fucking beautiful, sexy woman.”
She snorted. “Says the guy with an eight-pack.”
“Says the woman with the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen,” I murmured, licking a line down her neck to the front of her apron, teasing my tongue just at the dip in her cleavage.
“Michael…”
This time, her words didn’t say she was holding back, her eyes closing as she leaned back.
“There you go, gorgeous, now let me worship this body.”
Dropping to my knees, I pulled up her skirt, hooking one of her legs around my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Are you not wearing any panties?”
She giggled, shaking her whole body. “No, I couldn’t find them this morning.”
I buried my face deep within her folds, inhaling her musky scent before licking a line straight to her shivering core.
Her legs shook around me as she gripped onto my hair.
“Hold on tight, baby, and ride my face. I want to eat this pretty pink pussy for breakfast.”
She obliged, slowly moving her hips against my face, letting me fuck her with my tongue, tasting every bit of her sweetness.
“Oh, Michael, right there,” she moaned, gripping harder onto my hair as she pressed her body against my face.
I could have died between her pussy lips and died a happy man, lapping up every bit of her juices as her walls quaked around me.
But I wasn’t done with just one orgasm. I was never going to be done with the beautiful woman.
Hooking a finger inside of her, I matched the thrusts with my tongue, lapping up her orgasm and taking in all of her.
“Fuck, Michael, I’m going to come again.”
I moaned at her words, my lips vibrating on her clit as she screamed, drenching my face with her wetness before I lapped every drop of her.
“Michael, Michael,” she cried.
I guess she wasn’t done yet, so I lapped her up some more, but she quickly pushed at her skirt, tapping the top of my head. “Michael, the bacon is burning.”
It took everything I had to pull away as I looked up at the spectacular view of her wet pussy and ass, looking down at me while she stirred up the bacon and then turned off the stove.
“You’re lucky it’s just a little crispy.”
I stood up, towering over her and looking down at those dark eyes. “Worth it to show you that you deserve to be worshiped, Ava. That I’m not going to stop loving this beautiful body of yours.”
The L word just escaped without me thinking of it, and if she heard it, she didn’t say anything. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at me with trembling lips.
Looking into her gaze, I saw a future—her making breakfast every morning, future kids. All of it I’d been trying to tamp down, I wanted with her. I wanted forever.
“We’re going to have to be discreet at work, okay?” she said softly.
I laughed, leaning in and lightly kissing her lips. “It’s going to be hard as hell for me not to touch you every time I see you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. “I guess that’s why we’re roommates, so we have all night.”
I growled, gripping her waist. “And this morning?”
I moved in to kiss her, but the sound of the smoke alarm buzzed overhead.
She pulled away quickly, taking the device off the wall and then opening a window, letting in the smoke that had billowed around us pile out the window.
“Maybe we can save it for after work, and the room will get aired out?” she asked.
I grinned, walking over and kissing her temple. “I’ll grab us breakfast on the way to the stadium after I shower.”
She laughed. “You already ate, sir.”
“And if I’m not going to get my dessert until later, I need to make sure my woman is good and fed. Because once I take you tonight, I’m not stopping. Not even for burning bacon.”
She kissed me softly. “Then I’ll make sure we have takeaway for dinner too.”