Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 143

"It's been an amazing night and an unbelievable birthday. I'm pleasantly tipsy, happy, aware, and buzzing," I express.

It looks like all three of our friends have scored phone numbers tonight, giving Kent and me some alone time.

I notice the place clearing out, and I realize it's probably time to head home. The bar is closing in about thirty minutes, and it's close to three in the morning.

"Want to go somewhere else?" Abby asks as we wait for our jackets. I sigh and shake my head.

I'm ready to devour some greasy food, drink water, and snuggle into bed with Kent. We've teased about getting intimate, but with all our roommates around, it's not a possibility. I've let go of that idea and just want a relaxed and easy night.

"I'm good," I sigh, and she nods with a simple shrug. "Thanks a lot for everything; this night was so, so fun!"

"I'm thrilled you enjoyed it!" She insists, giving me a hug, and I grin.

Kent retrieves our coats, and I sigh, not looking forward to facing the cold again. Typically, we'd walk when it's warmer, but I'm cold and sufficiently tipsy. I'm ready to be home.

A Honda Civic pulls up, and I furrow my brows because it's not big enough for all five of us. I check to make sure no one is taking their newfound flirt home, but they all shrug and pile into the backseat. The car drives away before I can even ask what's going on, and I look up at Kent.

"Did you order the wrong-sized car?" I ask, furrowing my brows, and he grins, shaking his head.

"No, we're just taking our own," he mumbles.

"To get home?" I inquire, feeling confused, and he chuckles.

"No... we're not headed back to our place," he whispers, and a town car pulls up next to us. My eyes widen, and he opens the door for me, gesturing for me to get in.

I should've known Kent had more than a simple birthday outing planned. I smile, feeling a bit overwhelmed but equally touched. I slide onto the leather seat and clear my throat, watching him get in and close the door. He takes my hand, and I sigh, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.

"So... where are we going?" I ask, and he chuckles.

"Somewhere else," he answers quietly, kissing my cheek. "Somewhere just for you and me."

The thought fills me with excitement. What could he have in store? He's always so good with surprises.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling dreamy. I never could have imagined our relationship being this incredible. It took ages to get him to open up and share things, but now he's perfect. He's everything I wanted but didn't know I needed.

The car stops outside the fancy Marriot downtown, and my jaw nearly drops. I look at Kent, and he nods, indicating that this is our 'not-home' destination. He always seems a bit embarrassed when he does something so amazing, as if he doesn't want credit.

"Let's go," he whispers, and I nod, stepping out of the car after him.

We stroll through the grand lobby, and I blink, admiring the elegant furniture and high ceilings. It's quiet now, but I can picture it bustling in the middle of the day.

Kent talks to the concierge and gets us checked in, and I start to feel a bit less tipsy. He gives my hip a squeeze as he takes the key from the man behind the desk and guides me to the elevator area.

Suddenly, I realize we'll have the entire night to ourselves, and the idea of intimacy is back on the table. It's pretty darn exciting. "This is so lovely," I whisper as the elevator doors slide open.

"I thought it might be nice to have some quality alone time," Kent shrugs. "I wanted to make sure we did something really special for your birthday."

"Everything's been pretty awesome so far, but... as always, your surprise is the biggest and most incredible," I confess, and he chuckles. He presses the button labeled '8,' and I raise my eyebrows, realizing we're heading to the top floor.

He puts his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into his chest, walking down the hall with him. He inserts our key, and as soon as I turn the handle, he scoops me up, carries me inside, and flicks on the lights by the door.

I laugh, feeling genuinely happy, and my eyes widen when I see the room. It's almost like a suite, with a massive living area and a huge bed. The white sheets and deep wood give it a beautiful touch.

"Happy birthday," he says softly, and I grin, placing my hand on the side of his face.

"Thanks," I whisper, and he sets me back on my feet.

I walk to the window and admire our city view, filled with lights and buildings. It may not be a huge city, but it's mine.

I feel arms wrap around my waist, and a kiss is gently placed on the side of my neck. I sigh softly, leaning my head back and resting it on his shoulder.

"I didn't bring anything with me," I realize, and he chuckles.

"That's okay, you won't need anything," he whispers, moving his lips to my jaw. "Not even your clothes." A shiver runs up my spine, and I feel him smile against my skin.

"Funny how that turned out, huh?" I tease, and he laughs. "I love you; this is so sweet."

"And I love you," he whispers, reaching for the front of my jacket and unzipping it. "So much."

I want to shed all my clothes as quickly as possible. My body feels warm and on fire, and he always ignites the passion effortlessly. It's like flipping a switch.

"What do you want?" he asks softly, and I sigh.

"You," I whisper, a smile spreading across my lips as I shut my eyes.

He chuckles softly, spinning me around to face him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. His lips are soft and move against mine with familiarity. After the first few kisses and touches, everything became simple and enjoyable.

I drop my purse, and he pushes my jacket off my shoulders onto the floor. I've been thinking about Valentine's Day all week, how smoothly everything went and the slow, incredible lovemaking we had that night.

Kent lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to be as close as possible. My back meets the bed, and before I can think, his hands move up my thighs to the band of my underwear beneath my skirt.

He pulls them down quickly, kissing the strip of exposed stomach between my top and the waistband of my skirt. He tosses my underwear away, and I reach to take off my skirt, but he stops me by grabbing my hands.

"Leave it on," he whispers, and my throat tightens. I feel speechless as his lips move up the inside of my thighs.

I've never felt so exposed yet so dressed at the same time. He's done this a lot and always seems eager to. I hadn't experienced it before meeting him, but it always blows my mind.

My skirt rides up, and my chest rises and falls rapidly in anticipation. I feel him between my legs, and my hands instinctively grip his hair. He chuckles a bit, and I feel him press more firmly, his hands cupping my butt and pulling me even closer.

A warm shiver runs through my body, like a warm egg yolk spreading over my skin. My eyes shut involuntarily, and I press my lips together. He hits a sensitive spot, and I accidentally pull his hair. He groans in response, and I feel my heart race even faster.

My skin gets warmer with every passing second, and I sense a ball of heat building slowly in the pit of my stomach, ready to explode. Kent seems to feel it too, as he draws me even closer.

"Kent," I whisper, feeling my right leg trembling and betraying me. "Don't stop, don't stop!" My back lifts off the mattress, and I gasp, trying not to be too loud.

I nearly pull him back on top of me, and he grins, pressing his lips back to mine. "Why did you stop me?" he whispers, and my body tingles.

"I want all of you," I whisper softly, running my hands over his back. "Please."

"Only because you asked so nicely," he teases, and I sigh, pulling the jacket off his shoulders. I can't explain the intense desire coursing through me right now. It's not just about liking Kent or sex; it's an overwhelming need in my body, and I can't wait.

My hands move down between our bodies, and he groans as they pull at his belt, urging him to undo it. He pushes up to kneel between my legs on the bed, removes his coat and shirt, and tosses them aside. I reach down to unfasten the top button on my skirt.

He grabs my sides, encouraging me to sit up, and I kiss him easily, feeling goosebumps on my skin. There was sweet lovemaking, and then there was this, something beyond just feelings. It was raw desire at its core.

His hands move down my body, removing my top, and then he immediately grabs the band of my bra, unhooking it.

All his talk about wanting me to wear this bra and underwear, and he hasn't even looked at them when he took them off. I'm practically naked in front of him now, and I don't care. People looking at my naked body used to be my worst nightmare, but with Kent, I worry much less.

"Kent," I mumble, feeling his hands cup my chest, and I press my lips together.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, and I nod, giving him another kiss. In an instant, his hands go to my waist, and he flips me over onto my stomach. I gasp, feeling my chest hit the bed, and my eyes widen.

This is definitely new, but not unwelcome. Right now, I don't really care how he does it; I just want him to do it.

He lifts my hips, positioning me on my knees, and I blink rapidly as his hands move gently over my buttocks.

"Is this okay?" he asks, and I nod quickly.

"Yes," I whisper, and I turn to watch him unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers. He pushes my skirt up higher around my waist, and I feel his knees just inside mine.

"Let me know if it's too much," he whispers, his fingertips slipping between my legs, and I gasp, clutching the bedsheets.

"I can handle it," I insist. "Kent, I'm craving this."

"Relax, sweetheart," he says, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I feel him press against me, and my hips roll. Slowly, he slides in, and my body tenses up before immediately relaxing in relief. "Let me know what you need."

"Keep going," I mumble, pressing my face into the bed, and his fingertips press into my skin, gripping my waist tightly. I want to touch him, but I can't in this position. I'm just left overwhelmed and mind-blown.

He's deep, hitting all the right spots as he goes, and I feel my lips part and my eyes shut. It feels less intimate due to the position, but I don't care. I reach my hand back, wanting to let him know this is good. I'm not usually vocal in bed, and neither is he. Touch is how we communicate.

I feel my fingertips touch the back of his hand, and I place my hand over his, encouraging him. "Are you good, A?" he rasps, and chills cover my skin.

"Mmm," I mumble, feeling my other hand grip the bedsheets. "A." That's certainly new, but I like it. It's special, no one else calls me that.

"Christ," he whispers, and he withdraws quickly, making me gasp. I furrow my eyebrows, feeling like throwing a tantrum at the fact that he's stopped.

"Baby, come on," I breathe.

Suddenly, I feel his hands turn me over, bringing me face to face with him. I gulp, and my entire body shivers. "It was going great—"

"I know," he whispers, easily sliding back inside me. "But I needed you to be a whole lot closer," he breathes, his teeth grazing along my jaw, and I can't help but close my eyes. "Can't make you feel that way and not see your face."

My legs quickly wrap around his back, and I feel my stomach tighten slightly. I can touch him like this, run my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, and dig my heels into his thighs.

"Close?" Kent asks quietly, and I nod quickly.

"So close," I whisper, feeling my heart racing in my chest. That ball of heat in my stomach is winding back up, ready to explode. I moan but try to stifle it against his shoulder, gripping his biceps.

"Let it go, baby. We're all alone, don't hold it back," he says in a rough, hushed whisper, and I tip over the edge.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I gasp, clinging to him as if he were an anchor in a stormy harbor, keeping me in place. I explode, writhing beneath him and meeting his thrusts. My vision blurs at the edges, and I lose control for a fleeting twenty seconds.

"Fuck," Kent grunts, and I feel him suddenly still, burying his face in the side of my neck.

We lie there, tangled together, breathless and in a state of disbelief. Everything feels perfect in that moment. He lazily rolls off me a few seconds later but stays very close, kissing my cheek and running his thumb back and forth over my stomach.

"I really love you, Juls," he whispers, and I nod, turning my head to look at him.

"I love you too," I whisper back, placing my hand over his.

"I want you like this forever," he says quietly, kissing my shoulder, and I furrow my eyebrows at the remark.

"Like...covered in sweat, half-naked—"

"No, no, that's not what I mean," he insists, shaking his head. "Like... I want you beside me. I like waking up beside you every morning."

"I like that too," I shrug, knowing it's true. Hearing him say all of this out loud is surreal. I always knew I was the type who liked to be near someone, that when I saw my future, I always saw someone there with me. But that wasn't always what he wanted or needed. And now it is.

"Sorry, maybe that was too intense," he mumbles a second later, and I shake my head.

"No, that's how I feel too," I whisper, rolling over closer, and he gladly brings me into his arms. "You should know that."

"Yeah," he sighs, playing with the ends of my hair. "You've just made me rethink everything I thought I wanted. I thought I'd be happy alone forever, I never thought I could want to date or... anything. I'm messed up and... in a lot of ways, I didn't think I was good enough. I see you now in every single future I think up; you're there every time," he whispers, nudging my cheek with his nose, and I look at him.

"Aw," I mumble, feeling genuinely touched, and he grins. "That makes me so happy," I admit, tracing a pattern on his chest with my fingertip. "I'll be there, I promise. We'll figure out what next year holds, and we'll be together."

Genuinely, neither of us wants to be away from each other. We love coming home to each other and supporting one another. I couldn't survive a year in a new city without someone close to me.

"Good," he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to my lips. "Let me get you into the shower for a rinse, then we'll head off to bed."

I'm feeling tired, too tired to care whether I get to the shower or not. But it doesn't matter; I feel a set of hands picking me up a second later, and I feel myself being carried into the bathroom.

Inside, he helps me take off my skirt, and he turns on the shower, letting it heat up. While it does, he wraps his arms around me in a big, comforting hug, and I stay in it for a long time.

"Do you ever think about what it would have been like if we'd started dating sooner?" I ask, and he chuckles.

"All the damn time," he whispers, which makes me laugh too. "As... messed up as that whole... period was when we'd connect but not act on anything or... when I'd push you away. I think, as twisted as it is, that I really needed that time to figure myself out. I didn't do it the right way, but I really think it worked for me to do that."

"I know," I nod quietly. "I understood that about you even before we kissed. I knew you'd need space to learn about yourself. But... honestly, I don't think I was truly ready for any kind of relationship back then either. I think I lied to myself about being ready, but... I don't think it was the right choice for me either."

"Some things are just worth waiting for," he whispers, lightly kissing my forehead and reaching over to open the shower door. "I'd still be waiting if we weren't together now."

"Me too," I nod, following him under the warm water's steam. I'd been patient with him for a long time, and I had a lot of faith in Kent. It was nice to see that not one bit of it had been misplaced.

"I'm trying to be the guy you want me to be," he admits quietly, and I shake my head quickly, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"You're already the guy I want you to be," I insist. "Forget that, you're you. You're exactly the way I want you to be already. You always have been."

"You really believe that?" he asks, and I nod with an easy smile.

"What would you tell me if I were standing here saying what you just did?"

"That you were being ridiculous and you can't get any better," he mumbles, and I smile with a small laugh.

"Exactly," I whisper. "They wouldn't call it faith if you didn't have to put your trust into something," I remind him, running my hands down his chest. "I have faith in you," I whisper, pressing my lips to his. "You're my something."

"I must be incredibly lucky to be your something, sweetheart," he smiles, cupping the side of my face.

We stand in the shower for a while, letting the water run and exchanging smiles. He's never been more perfect, and we've never been more perfect.

Standing in the shower with someone you love, after you've slept together and after they've spent the whole day making you feel special, only for them to tell you that they hoped they were doing a good job, was a bit sad. But the way I chose to make him feel about it was what changed the mood.

It's what made Kent believe in himself almost as much as I did.