Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 81

I never had enjoyable or romantic sex before. It was really boring, like plain vanilla. It felt empty, and for the first time, I wanted to change that.

"Do you want to try something different?" I asked in a hushed tone, and he nodded with dark, eager eyes.

"Things haven't been the same since I found that thong in the dryer," she shared. He whispered back and tossed me onto the bed. I gasped as he stood before me, removing his T-shirt and throwing it aside. I propped myself up on my elbows for a better view, feeling a tingling sensation in my skin. "Juls, I haven't been with anyone for months. My mind is fixed on you." He kept insisting, climbing over me, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.

I sat up and kissed him again, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him close. My mind was a blur, my body taking over. I was hot and anxious, my stomach churning.

"I want you," I managed to mumble as his lips moved closer to my jaw. A smile crept over my face, and he checked to see if I was still confused.

"Do you want to... you know?" He asked, looking like he was barely holding back from tearing my clothes off. I simply nodded because I couldn't think clearly. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I whispered, moving my hands to his shoulders.

"Just... don't make fun of my body," I stammered, embarrassed. He furrowed his brow.

"No," he said firmly. "I can't. There's nothing funny about it." He wouldn't relent, so he rolled us over, placing me on top of him. I took a breath, and he held my hands. "I like your body."

"But you've been with so many other girls," I whispered, placing my hands on his chest. "I don't compare."

"No one is as amazing as you," he insisted, and I fell silent. "Sweetie, you can trust me. I'll make sure you enjoy this." He whispered, cupping my face.

"There's something you should know," I confessed, feeling self-conscious. "I haven't been with a woman in a while." It was out there now. I braced for a shocked reaction, but he didn't give one.

"Okay, we can go as slow or fast as you want," he assured me. "Just tell me if you change your mind," he added. I nodded, and a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

I leaned in again, and this time, he gave me a deep kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I stopped resisting immediately and let him take control. I didn't mind because he was skilled, which gave me hope for other things.

"Can I-"

"Yes," I replied before he could finish the question. His fingers found the hem of my tank top and slowly lifted it over my stomach. I wasn't entirely confident about my stomach; it wasn't as flat as I'd like. But he didn't seem to mind. The kiss ended, and he pulled away, and I bit my lip.

I couldn't recall the last time someone saw my breasts, aside from my doctor. They had changed since losing weight, becoming firmer from swimming.

"Wow," he murmured, his eyes widening. He wasn't looking at anything but my chest. I was nervous, wondering what he thought. "They're perfect," he said quietly, shaking his head. I took his hands and guided them up my stomach and onto my chest. My breasts seemed to ache for his touch.

His hands were large, and he gently squeezed and fondled my breasts. I couldn't help but let out a moan in response. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his shoulders, amazed at how something so simple could feel so good.

"Isn't that pleasurable?" he inquired, and I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling him against the inside of my thigh, right beneath me.

"It feels great," I replied in a hushed tone as he kissed my chest and neck. For some reason, I tightened my grip on his arms. I'd never been so present in the moment; it was as if he was everywhere at once.

"You spent the whole night next to me without a bra on?" I gasped as he mumbled.

"You didn't notice?" I whispered, my cheeks turning red.

He turned me onto my back, kissed my lips, jaw, and neck, then moved across my chest, taking each of my breasts into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue.

"Kent," I gasped quietly as he did it. He'd done this many times before, so he knew precisely what to do.

"Julianna, I'm going to make you feel amazing," he murmured, kissing my stomach. I blinked as he pulled down my shorts' waistband, and I eagerly said yes before he even asked. He discarded them, leaving me in very small underwear. "You're so perfect, you have no idea," he insisted, kissing the inside of my thigh and slipping his fingers through my underwear's loops.

Before Kent, of all people, I was now completely naked. I felt anxious, but he showed no signs of stopping.

Then, as he pulled my legs over his shoulders, he whispered, "Let me know if this is too much." My back arched off the bed when he suddenly ran his tongue over me.

"Oh God," I covered my mouth and whispered. Everything was so different that it was almost unbelievable. I'd never experienced this before, but Kent seemed eager, and I noticed my breathing getting louder and my body warming up. I was worried about being too loud.

He gazed at me with his eyes locked on mine, his mouth in an indescribable place. I shivered all over because everything about this encounter excited me and made my nerves tingle.

It felt amazing, and each improvement surprised me. I had no idea when he'd stop because it was already so intense.

Then he focused more on a specific area and didn't let up. My right leg started shaking, and as my body elevated, I raised my eyebrows, unable to stop moaning and panting. When it became overwhelmingly good, I almost screamed. Then, a rush of heat surged through me, my back arched, and my body erupted.

"Holy cow, Kent!" I whispered as a wave of heat and sparks surged through every part of my body. It traveled from my stomach to my toes, making my body tense and my mouth break into a smile. At a certain point, it became too much, and I gasped and pushed his head away.

"Wow," I gasped as I pulled my arms over my body. My heart rate wouldn't slow down, and he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

"Don't cover up," he advised, touching my lips. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," I whispered, and he smiled. This must be what Abby was talking about, I thought. I'd never had a partner who made sex enjoyable for me before.

"I'm coming back," he whispered, giving me a kiss before stepping away.

When he returned with a condom, I made a face. "You were hoping this trip would be lucky, weren't you?"

"They're for hotel guests," he chuckled and shook his head. When he tossed it on the bed, I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. He gave me a mischievous grin and, after untying them, removed his shorts along with his boxers.

He was so well-endowed that my eyes nearly popped out of my head. It was surprising, but I guess he had large hands.

"You okay?" He picked up the condom and effortlessly put it on. I wasn't sure what to expect; I thought it might hurt or be uncomfortable.

"Yeah," I whispered, even though I was a bit nervous.

"Sweetheart, I won't hurt you. It'll be fine," he reassured. When I consented, he crawled back over me and had me lie on my back again. I gasped when he put his thumb between my legs, circling it and smiling. "Open up for me, Juls, let me see you." My heart raced, and I moved my knees closer to my chest. "That's it, lovely!"

"Take it slow," I whispered, and he nodded, leaning down to kiss me. When I felt him between my legs, my heart leaped into my throat.

"Baby, breathe. I'm here right now," he urged, and I took a deep breath as he gazed at me with intense green eyes. He began to slowly enter me, and I gasped, feeling like my eyes were going to close. Then he said something, and my mind went blank.

Once he was about halfway in, he withdrew a few inches and pushed back in. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He repositioned one of my legs closer to his chest as I moaned.

"Is that okay?" he asked, and I nodded, a smile forming on my face.

"This is amazing. I'm alive."

"Please, sweetheart, don't say things like that, or this won't last long," he pleaded, and I tilted my head up, digging my nails into his back.

As I got more accustomed to him, I started to feel better. Having him so close was all I really wanted. I couldn't find the words to express how incredible it felt.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this with you," he insisted, kissing the spot just below my ear. "Juls, you're incredible, and you feel so damn good." I responded with moans and nods, too absorbed in the moment to speak.

He quickened his pace, finding a rhythm, but he remained deep. I felt him in ways I hadn't thought possible, and we fit together so perfectly that it felt right to be intimate. It felt more than just physical; it was emotional and brought us closer together.

"Kent," I gasped, and he kissed my cheek and then my neck as I took a breath.

"Juls," he replied, speeding up even more, and I tightened my legs around him.

I couldn't believe that just two days ago, I thought he didn't like me.