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Gerri’s eyes fluttered open just enough to realize that it was morning, and she wasn’t ready to wake up yet. The air in the room was cool and crisp, just as it had been last night. In that way you only get to feel in New York during the middle of fall. The only time she could walk to dinner was because summer was too hot, winter was too cold, and spring was too rainy. She likes being chilled enough to feel like she needs to cuddle up with a blanket and slippers on the couch this time of year. She likes putting her plush, warm blankets back on the bed. She was lying on her side, and she pulled the soft blanket up to her chin and pressed her face into the pillow.

She felt lips press softly into the back of her neck, and the arm slung over her side moved up her stomach and over her chest, holding her tight. She hummed her appreciation as the body behind her curled closer, sharing its warmth. Another kiss was planted just behind her ear before she felt his stubbled cheek nuzzle and relax into her neck. 

As Roman drifted softly back to sleep, she felt his fingers twitch. The same fingers that were gently cupping her breast beneath the silk of her pajama top. She dropped her hand from where it was balled into her blanket and ran it up his arm, stopping with her hand on top of his and her fingers slotted between his against her own soft skin. Roman hummed and squeezed her against him again. She ran her foot over his ankle since she couldn’t hug him back and shifted her hips to lean her weight into him. He pressed one more kiss into her neck so softly that she wasn’t sure whether it was just a sound or he made contact, and that was the last thing she remembered before she nodded off. 

When her eyes opened again, she was uncomfortable. Now she was too hot, and the hip she had been laying on for an unknown amount of time was starting to ache. She shifted in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her painful joint and unintentionally brushed her ass over Roman’s pelvis. His arm jerked suddenly, and she realized that it had woken him. 

“Gmernin’ G,” he mumbled sleepily into her hair, squeezing her fingers between his over the swell of her breast. 

“Too warm,” she said, pulling her hand from his. He pouted as she released him and tried to pull her closer. She was too tired to protest in complete sentences. “Can’t.” 

She pulled her arm from under the blanket and pushed it down, relishing the cool air hitting her bare arm. She attempted to lean forward and create some space between Roman’s chest and her back, but he held her firm. Roman put off a lot of heat while he slept, and most of the time, she loved having him as her own personal radiator, but when she was too hot, all bets were off. She used her hand to push his arm away, causing him to lose his grip on her chest, and she bent at the hip to lean away. She reached behind her and fanned the back of her top away from her skin. Roman grabbed the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, helping her expose more flushed skin before resting his arm in the sliver of sheets between them. She settled, letting the feeling of fall relax her, short-lived as it was because of the dull ache in her hip. 

“Ugh,” she complained as she shifted again, rubbing across Roman’s lap once more. 

“Still hot?” he murmured, sounding half asleep. While she didn’t intentionally rub against him, she noticed that he wasn’t immediately pressing his hard prick against her ass cheek or lower back. Apparently, he was too sleepy today to be a pest. And now that she had started to cool down, something about that bothered her. 

“What?” she asked, pretending that she hadn’t heard him and shifting against his hips one more time for good measure. 

“Are you still hot?” He bent his knee against the back of her thigh. 

“You tell me,” she said cooly. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he giggled as he put an arm over her and pushed his chest to her back again. His hand slid back up her shirt, and his fingers spread across its rightful place on her breast. He squeezed it gently once and sighed contentedly as he buried his nose between her neck and pillow. 

Gerri placed her hand on his forearm and lightly rubbed it, running her fingertips over the bones that protruded from his wrist. 

“Hey,” she said, demanding his attention. She turned her head as far to the side as she could to look over her shoulder. 

“Hmm?” 

“Come here.” She shook her hand on his arm to rush him, and he pulled his face from the cozy nook he had created against her skin. “Hi,” she said once she could make eye contact with him, though her eyes quickly darted toward his mouth. 

He smirked as he leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against the side of her mouth, and returned to his new home under her neck. Gerri made a noise of protest between a hum and a grunt as she shook his arm again, making him come out of hiding. He sat up taller to kiss her properly when he leaned in. The first kiss was quick, but the second, she grasped onto and pressed her lips harder into his. She ran her hand slowly up and down the back of his wrist and onto his hand as she kissed him back softer each time.  

“Ger…?” he whispered against her mouth between light kisses, too tired to let his mind wonder where this was headed. 

She ran her hand over his until her fingers were splayed over his, and she pressed down hard to force his fingers to dig into her supple flesh. She rolled her hips back and ground her ass against the first glimmer of his erection. He sighed into her mouth as he tightened the grip on her chest. Her hand moved back up his arm and lifted to the back of his head, scratching at his scalp. 

Roman pulled his lips away from her lips and sucked two kisses into her neck, then the exposed skin on her bicep just below her shirt sleeve. He moved so that he could hold his weight on his elbow and turn her slightly more toward him before pushing up the front of her shirt. He kissed a line over her ribs, across the side of her breast, and placed one small kiss directly on her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hips rolled back against his as the sensation washed over her. He hummed and pushed harder against her as his tongue rolled sloppily over the hardened bud in his mouth. 

She let this continue until Roman’s hums turned to whimpers against her skin, and his cock felt like a steel rod while it pushed against her lower back. She put her hand on his cheek, coaxing him begrudgingly away from her chest and redirecting his mouth back to hers. She rolled over to face him and slipped one of her knees between his thighs as she licked into his mouth. Her fingernails ran down his neck, over his chest, and down his stomach, making him shudder and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his strained black boxer briefs and paused. 

“What’er we doin’?” he asked, quickly breaking away from her mouth for air. 

She shrugged and made a sound to indicate that she didn’t know as she pulled her fingers from his waistband, pushed the blanket down his thigh, and palmed him through the soft cotton. The fabric stretched over the tip of his dick was drenched with pre-cum, thick and slippery as she caressed him. 

“You’ve made quite a mess,” she teased. 

“Jesus— yeah?” he huffed before a noise escaped his throat. 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed as she pressed a kiss into the top of his shoulder before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and running her teeth over it to distract him as her hand slipped under his waistband. When she wrapped her fingers around him, his thighs tensed and flexed around her knee. 

She backed away just enough to let him look down where her hand disappeared and let him watch her first few tentative strokes, then captured his lips again. She used her wrist to push the front of his briefs down, freeing him and allowing her armroom to get into a comfortable position. 

She ran her palm over his tip, collecting more of the thick fluid he was leaking before gently starting to stroke up and down. His eyes drifted closed, and his mouth fell slightly ajar as she added a slight twist to her wrist movements. She could end this in 15 seconds flat if she wanted to. But instead, she wanted to torture him a little bit. He had been so good lately; he earned it. 

She parted her lips and held her mouth right in front of his so that he could feel her breath on his lips, but she wouldn’t let him kiss her. She kept her pumps slow, moving from just above the base up to the tip, twisting her wrist just as the pads of her fingertips flexed against the ridge on the underside of his head. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as his breath caught and he bit his lip. His fingers were tightening on her hip with her tightening on the upstrokes. “This is— not gonna last.”

“No?” she asked so close to his mouth that her lips grazed his. She picked up the pace. 

“Oh, god,” he moaned. Fuck, she loved how crazy it made him when she taunted him with her mouth. The noises he made stirred a primal lust in her gut. It made her want to sink her teeth into him and milk every last ounce of cum out of his balls and leave his shaft bruised from her effort. But, unlucky for him, she was the one who knew how to restrain herself. “Ger, I’m going to. Where should I go?” 

“What?” she asked, pretending she didn’t hear the question. She increased the pace again, each stroke making a wet sound as the pre-cum continued to ooze out of him. 

His eyes opened wide as his jaw dropped further open. She looked up into them. 

“I’m so cl— fuck, where?” he asked again, his voice an uncertain mix of lust and panic. 

Gerri shrugged, increasing the speed again. A deep sound came from his throat as he gripped her hip even tighter. His eyes were pleading with her for guidance, her version of proper etiquette, anywhere that he could blow his load without getting in trouble. But she wasn’t going to give him that. 

“Oh no,” his eyes fell closed. His voice was filled with dread and deep wanting. 

“Hmm?” she hummed, feigning boredom against his lips, ignoring the nervous energy he was emitting. 

“Ger— please, I’m so—” he begged as he started to thrust into her hand, his brain and his body disconnected and in conflict about what to do. 

“Yeah?” she asked softly before pressing an even softer kiss to his open lips. 

His breath caught repeatedly as his knees shook, unable to kiss her back because he was paralyzed by the pleasure coursing through his body. 

Finally, she gave him the coup de grâce; the extra special, magic, little flick of the wrist that he couldn’t survive. 

“Fuck, oh fu—” and he went silent then, Gerri’s lips still grazing his as his body jerked and tensed. He came for what felt like minutes, spurting repeatedly across the expanse of cotton, silk, and cashmere blend sheet beneath them. Gerri slowed, keeping her movements loose and light around him to help him through, peppering his open mouth with soft kisses to coax him back to Earth. Back to her. 

He opened his eyes and was able to summon enough energy for one half-assed kiss before collapsing onto his back and running his fingers through his hair. 

Gerri sat up on her elbow, pleased with herself. Her amusement at how totally undone he was apparent in her voice. “You okay?”

Roman breathed heavily a few times before replying with an exhausted laugh. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“With me?!” Gerri exclaimed with a smile. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Ruining perfectly good sheets?”

“Oh, you bitch,” he sighed as he looked down at the wet spot between them. “I asked where!” 

“Typical that you would expect me to handle your mess,” she said as Roman sat up and rolled himself right into the jizz stain, undeterred from wrapping his arms around her. He would have sucked it out of the material if she had told him that it needed to be cleaned up before she could go back to sleep. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his hair, smiling. 

She finally loosened her embrace when she felt her stomach rumble with hunger. Roman sat up as she pushed the covers down her legs and moved toward the edge of the bed. 

“Wait!” he shouted. “What about— don’t you want me to…?” He wiggled his fingers and nodded his head toward her lap. 

“It’s time to for breakfast. You can owe me one.” 

He pursed his lips and pushed them to the side, considering his counteroffer. “I might owe you two.” 

“Fine. You can owe me two.” Gerri stood and pulled her robe from the hook on the wall. She tied the belt around her waist and held an open hand out to him. “Come on, Rockstar.”