Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 126

He grabs my waist, and I gently rock against him, feeling that bulge in his boxers grow larger. I feel antsy; things are getting hot way too fast. This is different than the other sex we've had; it's less about love, more about sex. But knowing there are feelings woven into it is more than enough for me.

I slide my hand between us and reach into his boxers, setting him free and running my hand up and down his length. He groans and moves his hands to the front of my body, cupping my breasts and deepening our kiss.

"I need you," I whisper, and he nods, reaching down to pull my underwear aside. His hand slips down and gently traces his fingers over me. It's not enough; I don't want gentle right now.

I push up on my knees and slowly settle over him, feeling him deep inside of me, and I nearly scream, managing to keep it to a short moan. He curses, and his jaw hardens, hands holding onto my butt firmly.

I rest my forehead on his and grip his headboard, slowly starting to move over him. It's perfect.

"Wait," he wheezes. "Baby wait, I need a condom," he insists, hand swatting loosely at the air around his nightstand, and I shake my head.

"I'm on the pill," I whisper. "I need you too bad, I-I can't."

"You're on the f***ing pill?" He asks, fingertips digging into my butt, and I nod. "Where was that information?"

"I'll explain later, just... keep going," I gasp. "It's so good."

"Oh f***, don't say s*** like that," he groans, and I moan, tipping my head up. His hands move to my front, squeezing my breasts, and I grin.

It was fast and it was hot, nothing was lacking at all; it was perfect. It felt unbelievable, good, and easy. Sex had never felt the way it did with him for me before; this was special, and the fact that there was no barrier between us was somehow ramping things up.

"I'm close," I whisper, and he gulps, the look in his eyes let me know he was only holding on for me, otherwise this would have been over a while ago. His hand drops between my legs, and I cry out, feeling my body grow warmer.

"Does that feel good?" He whispers, pressing our foreheads together. "Mmm-hmm," I mumble, unable to say anything else.

"Come on, baby," he insists, and heat spreads through every single part of me. My hands go out to the wall, and I gasp, letting my head fall in the crook of his neck as I ride it out, and I feel him tense up dramatically, holding me tight against him as his breathing quickens.

It's over fast, no shock when we were so in the moment. Neither of us moves for a long time, and I catch my breath again, feeling him run his hands over my back.

"Feel better?" He asks after a while, breaking the silence, and I pull back, feeling an embarrassed grin pop up on my face. I nod shyly, and he leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

"That was... good," I shrug, and he chuckles with a nod. "Different, but good."

"Good," he whispers. "I love you."

"And I love you," I answer easily, running a hand through his hair.

"Come on, let's get in the shower and clean up before anyone comes home," he whispers, and I nod, pressing my lips together and sliding off him.

The shower is nice; it was mostly a rinse for both of us, but that didn't stop him from massaging body wash into my shoulders.

Afterwards, I pull his shirt back on and climb back into bed with him, laying my head on his chest, and he runs his fingertips along my back.

"Okay?" He asks, and I nod with a smile, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss.

"Yeah," I answer easily. I just wanted to be near him, feel his hands on my back. We lay in silence for a few moments when he breaks it, asking the question I knew was coming.

"So since when are you on the pill?" He asks quietly, and I press my lips together.

"You remember when I said I started taking new meds for my PCOS a while ago?" I ask, and he nods quietly. "That's what it is."

"That... fixes that?" He asks, sounding confused, and I nod.

"Sure does, it's just about balancing my hormones and helping my body find its rhythm," I inform him. "You'd do well to look into women's health stuff from time to time."

"I'll pass," he tells me, and I roll my eyes. "You could have told me," he whispers, and I nod, shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't taking it well for most of the year, I'd take it at all different times and stuff, miss pills... you get the picture," I admit. "All that mattered was that I was taking it. But... after we took that step in New York, I took it a lot more seriously. I take it every day at the same time now, I haven't missed one since November. Until I sorted it out, I didn't... I didn't feel comfortable without other protection."

"Are you now?" He asks, and I shrug.

"That's the first time I've ever done it."

"Hell of a way to start," he mumbles, making me laugh.

"I haven't thought about it much," I whisper, and he nods. "Take it as it comes?" I suggest, and he nods, running his fingers through my hair. "Thanks for being there for me tonight; it was awful but it would have sucked ten times more without you."

"Agreed," he sighs, shaking his head. "I can't believe that picture, the thing with the cheating."

"She's f***ing nuts," I mumble. "We need to move; I don't want her living above us anymore if she's looking through our windows and looking for ways to ruin our lives."

"I know it's stressful, but it'll be okay," he whispers. "I'll get people involved if need be to keep us safe. Especially you," he tells me, and I nod, feeling mildly comforted by his words. "I'm glad we ripped the band-aid off though; people know."

"People know," I repeat, looking up to him. "How do you feel about that?"

"Good, I like people knowing," he shrugs, and I smile. "How about you?"

"Good," I nod. "A little worried about what people might say, but mostly just happy."

"What would they say?" He asks, looking confused.

"I don't know; we just... we're from different sides of campus, different majors, we're different sorts of people, and I don't want people to think that I'm not right for you," I whisper, Chase's words were bouncing around in my head, and he shakes his head.

"Anyone who cares needs to mind their own business," he whispers. "Juls, I promise no one thinks those things."

"You don't think."

"No, I don't," he says quickly. "You don't see how people react when you meet them; you're nice and funny with a huge heart, you have a personality that's out of my league. Everyone thinks I'm a terrible person other than you."

"That can't be true," I whisper, and he presses his lips together. "No one knows who I am."

"But when you meet people... it's like you've known them your whole life," he explains. "You're easy to talk to, and you have this warmth in you that I don't have naturally. You're everyone's favorite person."

"I don't care about being everyone's favorite person," I insist, shaking my head. "Just about being yours."

"You are," he answers honestly, and my heart nearly explodes. "I love you."

There were months when I used to wonder what on earth I could do to get him to like me. When I'd tear my hair out because I couldn't even get him to smile. Now he loved me, the one person who was impossible to please.

"You know when I moved in I wondered if you'd even tell people we were friends," I tease, and he smiles, rolling his eyes. "I love you too, by the way."

He grabs my chin and angles my face up, pressing his lips to mine, which makes me smile. He pulls back a second later, and I feel my cheeks flush.

"Can I ask you about something?" He whispers, and I nod. "Do you have any free weekends coming up?"

"I'm sure I do, I think the second one in February is good, why?" I ask, and he sighs.

"I want... at some point, and you can say no if you want, for you to meet my parents for real," he says quietly. "Both times we went to New York I f***ed it up, and we didn't do the lunches I planned. I know you knowing my family is important to you, so... what do you think?"



The thought did make me nervous. I knew that stress often brought out the worst in Kent, and his family tended to exacerbate that. We'd never gone to New York without having a fight while we were there. There were things about it that held me back from getting excited, but... I know time has passed too. We know each other a lot better, and there are no secrets between us. It should be easier this time.

"I think you know why it makes me nervous," I answer, and he nods quietly. "But... it's important to me, so I'd... still like to do it."

"Then I'll book the tickets," he whispers, and I nod quietly. I lay back on his chest, feeling my eyelids getting heavy, and he sighs, putting his hands back on my shoulders. "I'm proud of you, you know," he whispers, and I blink.

"I'm proud of you too," I answer, knowing it was true.

"I just want you to know that," he whispers, and I smile, feeling touched. "I know you worry about what people think, and... I guess I wanted you to know that I want people to know we're together. Dating you is incredible."

I smile and crawl up to give him a kiss and put my head on his pillow. "I think you're wrong about that natural warmth thing."

"It's not natural; it only comes out around you," he says, and I put my hand on his chest, kissing his cheek.

"Then I feel special," I whisper. "Goodnight, love you."

"Love you, sweetheart," he says, and I smile.

It was a big day for us, one that made me punch someone and cry, but I felt whole again. I loved him for doing so many good things for me. He's so much more thoughtful and heartfelt than he was even one month ago.

I felt lucky to know this side of him.