Emma and Jake had been roommates for over a year, and their living situation had always been comfortable and platonic. They shared a two-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city, and their lives had fallen into an easy rhythm. Emma was a graphic designer, often burning the midnight oil on her projects, while Jake was a software developer with a similar workaholic streak. Their paths crossed frequently in the apartment, but it was never more than a casual hello or a shared meal before retiring to their respective rooms.

Emma was the first to notice the shift in their dynamic. She found herself stealing glances at Jake when he was engrossed in his work, admiring the way his brows furrowed in concentration or how his lips curved into a smile when he solved a complex problem. She liked the way his dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and how his t-shirt sleeves hugged his biceps. She told herself it was just a passing fancy, but the feelings persisted, growing stronger with each passing day.

Jake, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly aware of Emma's presence. He found his eyes drawn to her curves when she walked by in her yoga pants and tank top, her blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her art, and how her laughter could fill the room and make him feel alive. He told himself he was just appreciating her as a friend, but deep down, he knew there was more to it.

One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Emma felt a surge of courage. She turned to Jake, her heart pounding in her chest. "Jake, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "What is it, Emma?"

She took a deep breath. "I think... I think I'm falling for you. And it's not just as a friend." She looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry if this is weird, and if you don't feel the same way, it's okay. I just had to get it out."

Jake was silent for a moment, and Emma's heart sank. But then he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, and she looked up into his eyes. "Emma, I've been feeling the same way," he admitted. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

A slow smile spread across Emma's face, and she leaned into his touch. "Really?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Jake nodded, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "Really," he whispered.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened. Emma's hands tangled in Jake's hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her onto his lap. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own private universe.

Jake's hands explored Emma's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin. Emma's head fell back, giving him better access, and she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

Jake stood, cradling Emma in his arms, and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her core. She rocked her hips, eliciting a groan from Jake.

He broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her body. He pushed her tank top up, exposing her lace bra, and he took a moment to admire her before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and pulling them down. Emma lifted her hips to help him, and he tossed the pants aside, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jake hooked his fingers into the waistband of his own pants and pulled them down, kicking them off the bed. He crawled back up Emma's body, his eyes roaming over her nearly naked form. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and he took a moment to admire her before leaning down and taking one nipple into his mouth.

Emma arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. Jake's hands roamed her body, squeezing, caressing, exploring every inch of her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and Emma's hands gripped his hair, holding him to her.

Jake trailed kisses down her stomach, his hands pushing her legs apart. He settled between her thighs, his breath hot against her core. Emma looked down at him, her eyes heavy with desire. "Jake," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.

He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Yes, Emma?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Please," she begged. "I need you."

Jake leaned down, his tongue flicking out and tasting her. Emma cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. Jake's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he explored her with his tongue. He took his time, learning her body, discovering what made her moan and squirm.

Emma's hands fisted the sheets, her body tensing as Jake brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to tip over, he pulled away, a smug smile on his face. "Jake," she warned, her voice a low growl. "Don't stop."

He chuckled, crawling back up her body. "Don't worry, I won't," he promised, his voice a low rumble in his chest. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to hear you say it, Emma," he said, his voice a low growl. "Tell me what you want."

Emma looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you, Jake," she said, her voice steady and sure. "I want you to make love to me."

A slow smile spread across Jake's face, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he pushed into her. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and they both moaned into each other's mouths.

Jake started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Emma met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin against skin, their moans and gasps, and the occasional whispered endearment.

Jake's hands roamed Emma's body, squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips, tangling in her hair. Emma's nails dug into his back, marking him as hers. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jake could feel his orgasm building, but he held off, wanting to bring Emma to the peak first. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and he rubbed it in slow circles. Emma's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around him, and she cried out his name as she came undone.

The sound of her orgasm pushed Jake over the edge, and he thrust into her one last time, his body tensing as he found his release. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and Emma wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating in sync. Jake finally rolled off Emma, pulling her into his side, and she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Emma," Jake said, his voice soft and serious. "I love you."

Emma looked up at him, a soft smile on her face. "I love you too, Jake," she replied, her voice filled with emotion.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, their love a tangible thing between them. Eventually, Emma propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Jake with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Round two?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

Jake grinned, his hands roaming her body. "With pleasure," he replied, rolling her onto her back and starting all over again.