I’ve never heard my own name said with such emotion, so full of need.
It’s like a switch inside me flips, making me so hard I feel like bursting myself.
Her weightless body sags into me and although I would have been content with that first kiss, I can tell this is kind of an emergency.
The sounds she’s making, the movement of her shivering body in my arms as she tears at her own clothes, it’s like she’s been possessed.
We both have been, and I realize too that half the sounds I’m hearing are my own.
I have the cure though, I can draw it from her and make her whole again. I can give it back to her, making her mine.Chapter SevenFaithThe whole room spins until I realize it’s Noah picking me up as if I weigh nothing in his arms.
I’m moaning like a wounded animal, clawing at my clothes now. Instead of feeling shy and unsure, I only want one thing and from the sounds Noah makes, he knows exactly what that is.
He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, which seem to spin like my whole world right now, and I manage to shake my head.
I can’t even wait for him to climb them, I want him climbing on top of me.
Right. Freaking. Now.
Sensing this, Noah swiftly moves into the lounge and tosses me onto the huge leather couch, making me growl louder, twisting my whole body and lifting my shirt off, wanting him to be the one who pulls down my tracks pants.
In seconds, after he’s nodded with supreme satisfaction at the sight of my naked chest up close, he’s on his knees between my legs, tugging the gray sweats off me.
His hands are huge, and although not rough they have a coarseness that a real man’s hands would. A man who’s used to working with them, and not afraid to get them dirty.
He groans as his palms slide up the inside of my smooth, thick thighs. “Fuck, you’re so smooth, Faith. Like silk.”
My head tilts back and I reach out for him, jerking and shuddering as his hand brushes the fine hair on my saturated mound for the very first time.
I gasp louder, hooking my legs around him. Trying to anyway. The man’s a mountain and makes me feel tiny for the first time in my life.
I struggle to focus, but I know he wants me to see him looking me over.
He wants me to see the effect I have on him as he runs his hands from my thighs and center all the way up to my chest and back down to my thighs again.
After a few passes like this, I know I’m about to burst. Whatever it is inside me he’s awoken is about to explode, and when his thick finger starts to tease my proud nipples, I have to warn him.
“Not until I say you can remember Faith?” he cautions but giving me instant relief by thrusting his head down.
His whole mouth covering my drenched sex in a moment as he inhales me and tastes all of me for the first time as well.
It’s nothing like I imagined it would be.
It’s a million times better.
A billion times better.
His hair is soft and thick in my fingers, and I grip it if only to stop myself from lifting right off the couch as he masterfully engages every inch of my center with his tongue, mouth, and even that scratchy stubble that seems to hit the right spot too.
His massive hands grip my ass, lifting me up so he can press his whole face deeper into me as he makes those deep, satisfied sounds that resonate right through me in tune with my own rising climax.
I know he told me I can only come when he says so, but-
Reading my mind, and sensing it so obviously himself, I feel his head nodding as I hold onto him so hard it feels like I might pull his hair right out by the roots.
“I want you to come for me, Faith,” he growls. “Come in mouth, on my face. Come for me now, Faith. Promise yourself to me!”
His words are like a spell that opens the floodgates of everything I’ve fought to hold back.
Not only for the past few hours but for my whole life.
Every moment of sensual fantasy, feeling, and repressed urge is suddenly let out in a single series of waves that wash over my whole body.
Noah’s hands knead my rear and then spread me open upfront even more as I keep coming, just like I know he wants me to.
It feels like I can’t stop and his firm grip assures me that it’s not only alright, but it’s even more than he expected from me.
I know I’ve made him very happy, as well as myself.
Some sort of invisible parachute eventually opens, and I feel myself floating back down to earth. Back to the couch and back into Noah’s strong hands.