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“You really are,” he smiles sheepishly. “You’re definitely the prettiest girl in this apartment.”
“Oh, why, thank you!” I smile, flipping my hair back flirtatiously.
He flips his hair back over his shoulder too, mimicking me.
“Irresistible!” he exclaims. “A beauty for the ages! And I know this, because I have an art history final coming up on Wednesday, and I have been studying.”
“Oh, you have?” I smile, taking my wine glass up with my other hand so that I don’t have to stop touching his fingers. “You have a final on beauty ages?”
He leans forward conspiratorially. His fingers tug against mine and his thumb brushes against the tip of my index finger, tracing a circle.
“Standard of beauty, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re it. Couple thousand years of Venuses? Aphrodites?”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” I chuckle.
“Whatever. They don’t hold a candle to you, Penny.”
I laugh, pulling my hand back and rolling my eyes.
“Okay, okay… You’ve made me feel better, Clay. Mission accomplished.”
He reaches forward and snatches my fingers back again, pulling me to standing.
“You’re not a mission, Penny,” he smiles as he strokes my hair behind my ear. “You never were. I mean it. I mean every word.”
As he leans in, I automatically stand up on my tiptoes. It’s just a natural reaction, not even something that I meant to do on purpose. He leans down toward me and I lean up toward him and suddenly we are kissing.
Like, really kissing. To my surprise, he tastes delicious. He tastes like something I’m hungry for, and my whole body reacts. I sway forward, letting him catch me against his frame, pushing up closer to him. He holds me under my elbows, lifting me slightly as his lips slip over mine, wet and wine-flavored.
Something comes over me, some reckless inclination. I wrap my arms over his shoulders and lock my fingers behind his neck, pushing my tongue into his mouth, tasting his strangely familiar flavor. Like I have always known what his kisses would be like, even though we have never kissed.
His hands wander all over my body, stroking me from my shoulders down to my ass cheeks, as though he’s trying to read me in braille. My nipples harden against his chest, pressing urgently as I try to feel him all at once. I am a live wire, looking for a circuit.
Taking his hand, I start walking backward toward my room. His eyebrows go up.
“Are you sure?” he asks me gently, his lower lip still glistening with the moisture from our kiss.
“Absolutely, positively sure,” I smile.
As though he had been waiting for permission, Clay suddenly changes. He dips his chin and stares at me intently before striding forward to take me in his arms again. His mouth covers mine as his fingers slide underneath my dress, starting at the knee, gliding over my thighs, and lingering at the lace fringe of my panties.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he moans into my mouth, pulling my lower lip between his teeth as he maneuvers me back toward the bed.
I don’t have to do anything, just relax and follow his guidance as he gently pushes me down, leaving my lower half almost hanging off the side. I quickly realize why when he kneels suddenly, hooking my legs over his shoulders so that he can bury his face between my legs.
I can barely catch my breath as his hot, slippery tongue spears the border between my panties and thigh. I’m sopping wet, swollen and pulsing with desire for him.
“Yes, Penny,” he groans, the vibration of his low voice echoing through my pussy.
My breath hitches when he slips a finger inside me, smoothly sliding it in and out as his tongue runs circles around my clit. Every move he makes is perfect for me, sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting off my borders.
I’m helpless to do anything but ride it out. I’m totally at his mercy. He plays me like an instrument that he knows so well.
Working together, his mouth and his fingers unlock some secret combination of my body, sending me subtly over the edge of a cliff, spiraling in midair, weightless and dizzy. I hear my voice in the room, and feel everything go blinding white.
Waves crash through me, almost overwhelmingly then gradually subsiding. After a little while I realize that Clay is climbing into bed next to me, a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes keen in the dim light.
He settles in close, sliding my dress the rest of the way off as my body continues to throb under his fingers. I catch his eye, curious to see if it’s still just the same man I’ve always known. My roommate? Can this really be him?
