There was something unspoken between them, these nameless roommates, when she bid him goodnight. He felt it, a prickling down his spine in ticklish waves, and She felt it as well, the knot in her stomach tightening as she left him standing there in their small kitchen.
And when he barrels into her room, his mind too caught on the idea of putting words to that something unspoken - like clothes on barbed wire - to think clearly, his eyes fall upon HER. Her untamed hair framing her face, her right leg propped up, the thin layer of sweat glistening in the pink nightlight in the shape of dinosaurs to the left of her.
And her vibrator...buried deep within her, buzzing softly in the background.
But even as she snaps her head in his direction, even as her eyes find His, she doesn’t stop. She can’t stop it.
In her panic, her vib slips out of her lips, comes to rest against her clit, causing her thighs to clamp shut in a knee-jerk reaction that sends goosebumps breaking out against her bare breasts.
And she sits there, unable to hide from his eyes, fidgeting at the vib’s relentless assault on her clit, her words fail her, dissipating in her throat, her mouth left to hang open - and whimper in front of him, totally exposed.
He cannot find the words either. His throat is closed up, his mouth is dry. He feels his cock ache in his shorts, cannot help himself from slipping his hands past the waistband to squeeze the ache. But he can’t stop there. He grips himself, begins to stroke, is unable to silence his own low moans.
He edges as she plays, almost slips up and comes hard onto her tangled pair of lacy black g-string before him on the floor as she rides the wave of her own orgasm. But he’s not done with her yet. Even as she comes down from above, he’s pulling her out of bed and into her arms. She’s too far gone now, she’s fallen over the edge, she kisses his stomach frantically, feels her nipples so hard she wants to pinch them badly, but the need to taste him overpowers her.
She wants his cock in his mouth more than ever.