My Roommate walked in when I was changing and we fucked

The apartment was stifling, the mid-August heat clinging to everything like a damp shroud. I had just stepped out of a steaming shower, my skin still flushed pink and glistening with droplets of water. I didn't bother with a towel for long, stepping straight into my bedroom to change into something breathable.

I was halfway through pulling a pair of lace panties up my thighs, my bra discarded on the floor and my breasts swinging free, when the door swung open without a knock.

"Hey, did you see where I left my—"

Maya stopped mid-sentence. She stood in the doorway, her eyes widening as they swept over me. She didn't look away; instead, her gaze locked onto my bare chest, tracking the way my nipples had hardened in the sudden draft of the air conditioner. The silence in the room became heavy, charged with a sudden, electric tension that made the air feel thicker than the humidity outside.

I should have covered myself. I should have yelled. But the way Maya was looking at me—with a raw, starving hunger—made my stomach flip and a sudden, pulsing heat bloom between my legs. I froze, one leg still stepped through the lace, my hips tilted slightly.

"Sorry," Maya whispered, though she didn't move an inch. Her voice was husky, stripped of its usual casual tone. "I didn't know you were... I didn't know you looked like this."

"You've lived with me for six months, Maya," I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"I've never seen you without clothes," she countered, her voice dropping an octave. She stepped into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The sound of the lock engaging felt like a starting gun.

She didn't say another word as she crossed the distance between us. Maya reached out, her fingers grazing my waist, sliding beneath the waistband of the panties I was still struggling to pull up. She didn't help me dress; instead, she hooked her thumbs into the lace and yanked them down, stripping me completely bare in one fluid, dominant motion.

I gasped, my back hitting the edge of the dresser. Maya didn't waste time. She pressed her body against mine, the friction of her denim jeans against my bare thighs sending a jolt of electricity through me. She crashed her lips onto mine, a ****, hungry kiss that tasted of urgency and long-suppressed desire. Her tongue surged into my mouth, claiming me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

Her hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples until I whimpered into her mouth, and then sliding down to grip my ass, lifting me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around her waist instinctively, my pussy rubbing against the rough fabric of her jeans.

"I've wanted to do this since the day you moved in," Maya groaned against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin.

She carried me the two steps to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress with a soft thud. Before I could even catch my breath, she was stripping out of her own clothes, her movements frantic. When she finally shed her jeans and underwear, she revealed a sleek, toned body and a glistening clit that told me she was just as **** as I was.

Maya crawled over me, her knees pinning my thighs wide. She looked down at me, her eyes dark with lust. "You're so fucking wet," she whispered, sliding a hand down to find my clit.

The moment her fingers touched me, I arched my back, a loud moan escaping my lips. She didn't go slow. Maya used two fingers to slide deep inside me, stretching me open with a sudden, firm thrust. I gasped, my internal muscles clamping tight around her, pulsing in a rhythmic demand for more.

She began to pump her fingers in and out of me with a raw, driving speed, her thumb grinding relentlessly against my clit. The sensation was overwhelming—a blinding mixture of friction and pressure. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white, as I felt the tension building in my lower belly, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Look at me," Maya commanded, her voice a low growl.

I opened my eyes, seeing her face flushed, her hair messy, her expression one of pure, unadulterated hunger. She leaned down, her tongue replacing her thumb, licking and sucking my clit with a precision that sent sparks flying behind my eyelids. She used her mouth to drive me toward the edge while her fingers continued to hammer inside me, hitting my G-spot with every deep, wet thrust.

"I'm... I'm going to—" I choked out, my voice breaking.

"Do it," she urged, her voice muffled against my skin. "Come for me, you beautiful bitch."

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My entire body convulsed, my vaginal walls squeezing her fingers in a series of violent, electric spasms. I screamed her name, my head tossing back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

As the peak slowly subsided, Maya didn't pull away. She shifted, sliding her body up so her clit was pressed firmly against mine. She began to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion, the skin-on-skin contact sending fresh shivers through my exhausted frame.

"My turn," she whispered.

I reached down, my fingers finding her soaking wet heat. I mirrored her movements, sliding two fingers deep into her while my thumb worked her clit in a frantic, mimicking rhythm. Maya let out a jagged sob, her hips bucking wildly against me. She accelerated her grinding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps until she finally shattered, her body stiffening as she came in a powerful, shuddering release.

We lay there for a long time, tangled in the sheets, the room still smelling of sex and sweat. The heat of the afternoon was still there, but for the first time, it didn't feel oppressive. It felt like the spark that had finally set us on fire.