**ALEX’S POV**
Sunlight was already cutting across the bed when I woke up.
I sat up slowly, muscles flexing as I stretched, and then my brain caught up with what I was looking at.
Lilith was completely naked.
The sheet had slipped down sometime in the night.
She lay on her side facing me, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting loosely across her stomach.
Her round, full breasts were bare, soft and heavy against the mattress, nipples relaxed in sleep.
The curve of her waist dipped into the high, rounded swell of her ass—smooth, perky, and completely uncovered.
No tank top.
No panties.
Nothing.
My first instinct was to make a sound.
I swallowed it and reached for the sheet instead, pulling it up over her body in one careful motion.
She stirred the moment the fabric touched her skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, still half-lidded and unfocused.
“Mm… huh… wha…?” She blinked up at me, voice rough with sleep.
“What’s going…?”
She started to sit up.
The sheet slid down again, exposing the soft weight of her breasts before I caught it and tugged it back up to her chest.
Her cheeks flushed deep red the second she realized the state she was in.
She clutched the sheet tight against herself, the confident roommate from the night before replaced by someone suddenly flustered.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry… I must have taken off my clothes in my sleep or something…” She wouldn’t quite meet my eyes.
“Please don’t look at me like that…”
I kept my gaze on her face.
The explanation felt thin—too convenient after the way she’d pressed against me last night—but I didn’t call it out.
Not yet.
“It’s our first real morning as roommates,” I said, then immediately corrected myself.
“I meant… shit.
Let me make breakfast.
It’s Sunday and—” My eyes slipped for half a second to the soft upper curve of her breast where the sheet had dipped.
I forced them back up.
“—want coffee?”
Lilith’s gaze followed mine.
She yanked the sheet higher.
“Y-yeah, coffee sounds good…” Her voice was quieter than usual.
“And… you sure you don’t want me to help you cook?
I’m not completely useless in the kitchen, you know.”
“I think you need rest.
You can help me tomorrow.
Let me do it.”
She looked like she wanted to argue, then thought better of it and nodded.
“Alright, fine.
I’ll rest.” She settled back against the pillows, still holding the sheet to her chest, and gave a small pout.
“But you better make the coffee extra strong, or else…”
“Else what?”
The pout curved into a familiar smirk.
She propped herself up on one elbow.
The sheet slipped just enough to show the line of her collarbone and the beginning of the soft swell beneath.
“Else I might have to come down there in nothing but an apron and distract you while you’re cooking.”
I felt heat crawl up my neck.
“Oh my…”
I left the room before she could say anything else.
The kitchen was quiet and bright.
I set the coffee brewing first, then pulled out eggs, bread, and the last of the bacon.
Cooking gave my hands something to do while my head kept replaying the image of her bare body on the sheets.
The same body that had been pressed against me only hours ago, grinding slow and deliberate until both of us were breathing too hard.
Ten minutes later I was plating the food when I heard soft footsteps.
Lilith walked into the kitchen like she owned every inch of it.
She was wearing exactly what she’d threatened— a frilly pink apron and nothing else.
The ties wrapped around her waist and neck, but the front gaped just enough to show the inner curves of her round breasts.
The bottom of the apron stopped high on her thighs, leaving the soft underside of her ass completely bare when she turned even slightly.
Her hair was still messy from sleep.
She looked entirely too pleased with herself.
“Hey, how’s the cooking going…?” She leaned against the counter, one hand on her hip, the other toying with the loose end of the apron string.
I stared for a second too long.
“Um, well.
Decent for now.”
She chuckled, eyes bright with amusement.
“Just ‘decent,’ huh?
That doesn’t sound too reassuring.” She pushed off the counter and walked toward me, hips swaying with every step.
The apron rode up a fraction with the movement, flashing more of her smooth thighs.
“Maybe I should give you some *moral support*~”
She stopped only a few inches away.
Close enough that I could smell the faint fruity scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth coming off her bare skin.
“Moral… ahem… support,” I managed.
“I am almost—you can—”
Lilith laughed softly.
She was near enough now that her breath touched my collarbone.
“Mhm… moral support.
I’m here to *help* you, you know.” Her hand settled on my shoulder, light but deliberate.
The front of the apron shifted with the motion, giving a clearer view of the soft, heavy shape of her breasts and the faint outline of her nipples.
I swallowed.
“I am… okay.
It’s just, wow.”
Her smirk widened when she caught where my eyes had gone.
“Just ‘wow,’ hm…?
I’ll take that as a compliment.” She stepped in until her body was nearly flush against mine.
The heat of her bare skin radiated through the thin apron.
Her eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.
“You sure you don’t need any… *assistance*?”
“Don’t test my patience,” I said, voice lower than I intended.
“You don’t want to see my other side.”
Lilith only laughed, clearly not intimidated.
If anything she looked more entertained.
“Oh ho ho, getting a bit testy, are we?
What happened to the polite little guy from earlier?” Her hand slid from my shoulder down to my chest.
“You’re not going to get all *ruffled up* just because you saw a little skin, are you?”
I caught her wrist gently but firmly before it could travel lower.
“You are beautiful.
Everything about this is… a lot.
I’ve tried my best to respect you.
But if you keep walking around like this, you’re not going to like what happens when I stop being polite.”
For a second her smirk faltered.
Surprise flickered across her face.
She recovered quickly, but the challenge in her eyes sharpened.
“…You *seriously* expect me to believe that you’re not tempted by this in the least?”
She closed the last bit of space.
Her chest pressed fully against mine, the soft, full weight of her breasts flattening against my shirt through the open sides of the apron.
Her free hand rose and traced the line of my jaw with light fingertips.
Her gaze stayed locked on mine, searching.
still wrapped around my hips.
The only things keeping this from going further were the thin layer of my sweatpants and whatever last thread of restraint I still had left.
She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, completely unrepentant.
“So,” she whispered, voice low and teasing even now, “still want that coffee… or are we skipping straight to the part where you stop holding back?”
I didn’t answer right away.
My hands were still on her bare skin.
My cock was still pressed tight against the soft, wet heat of her.
The line we’d been dancing around since yesterday morning was so thin it barely existed anymore.
And both of us knew it.
Then she kissed me.
It was deliberate—one slow, testing press of her mouth against mine, soft and warm and clearly meant to see what I would do.
She didn’t deepen it.
She just held it there, lips parted just enough to feel the heat of her breath, waiting like she was running a science experiment and I was the lab rat.
I froze for half a second.
Lilith’s eyes were still open.
She was watching me.
The absolute audacity of it almost made me laugh.
Almost.
Instead I kissed her back harder than I meant to.
One hand slid into her messy hair, tilting her head so I could take the kiss deeper.
The other settled on the bare curve of her waist under the apron, fingers digging into soft skin.
Lilith made a small surprised sound against my mouth that turned into a low, pleased hum.
Her body melted into mine immediately, like she’d been waiting for permission to stop pretending she was only teasing.
The kiss turned messy fast.
Tongues met, slow at first, then hungrier.
I backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the counter.
She hopped up without breaking the kiss, thighs parting so I could step between them.
The frilly pink apron was now doing approximately zero useful work—my hands had full access to the warm skin of her sides, the soft underside of her breasts, the high round curve of her ass as I pulled her closer.
Lilith’s legs wrapped loosely around my hips.
She ground against me once, deliberate and slow, and the feel of her bare pussy dragging against the hard line of my cock through my sweatpants dragged a rough sound out of my throat.
She answered with a quieter one of her own, fingers curling into my shirt like she was trying not to smile.
I broke the kiss just long enough to drag my mouth down the side of her neck.
She tilted her head back with a shaky exhale, giving me more skin.
“Okay—wow,” she muttered under her breath, sounding equal parts turned on and impressed.
“So the polite roommate *does* have a setting between ‘gentleman’ and ‘about to lose it.'”
I huffed a quiet laugh against her throat.
“You’re still talking.”
“I’m an excellent multitasker.”
I kissed her again to shut her up.
It worked for about three seconds.
Then she started laughing into the kiss—soft, breathless, and completely unrepentant—while simultaneously rolling her hips against me in a way that made laughing very difficult for both of us.
The counter creaked faintly as I pushed harder between her thighs.
The wet heat of her bare pussy grinding against me through the thin fabric was so distracting I almost forgot we were still in the kitchen with two plates of slowly cooling breakfast behind us.
My hands moved higher under the apron, cupping the full, heavy weight of her breasts.
They filled my palms completely—soft, warm, nipples already tight against my thumbs.
I rolled them slowly and she arched into the touch, another soft sound leaving her that was half moan, half frustrated giggle.
“Alex—”
I kissed her again, deeper this time.
One of her hands slid down between us and pressed against the obvious bulge in my pants, rubbing once, twice, slow and firm.
I thrust into her palm without thinking.
She made a quiet, triumphant little noise like she’d just won a bet with herself.
We were both breathing hard when I finally pulled back just enough to look at her.
Her lips were swollen, eyes dark, the pink apron half-off one shoulder and doing an increasingly poor job of covering anything.
My hands were still under it—one still cupping her breast, the other gripping the soft, full curve of her ass hard enough to leave marks.
Lilith’s voice came out rough and amused at the same time.
“You’re not being very polite anymore.”
“I warned you.”
She gave a breathless little laugh and rolled her hips against me again, slow and filthy.
The wet drag of her against my cock made my grip on her tighten.
“Yeah… you did.
Very clearly.
Multiple times, even.
I’m an excellent listener, I just choose violence.”
I rested my forehead against hers, trying to remember how breathing worked.
Both of us were shaking slightly.
The kitchen still smelled like coffee and bacon.
The plates of food sat forgotten on the counter like silent witnesses to the world’s least professional morning routine.
Lilith’s fingers were still curled in my shirt.
Her bare thighs were still wrapped around my hips.
The only things keeping this from going further were the thin layer of my sweatpants and whatever last thread of restraint I still had left—and that thread was currently fraying in real time.
She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, completely unrepentant, and somehow still managed to sound playful.
“So,” she whispered, voice low and teasing even now, “still want that coffee… or are we skipping straight to the part where you stop holding back and I get to say ‘I told you the apron was a good idea’?”
I didn’t answer right away.
My hands were still on her bare skin.
My cock was still pressed tight against the soft, wet heat of her.
The line we’d been dancing around since yesterday morning was so thin it barely existed anymore.
And both of us knew it.
Lilith’s mouth curved into a small, wicked smile against mine.
“Tick-tock, Summers,” she murmured.
“Breakfast is getting cold… and I’m not.”