Her cheeks went blazing hot at his words. “You’re so crude.”
Grinning, he dropped a gentle kiss on her mouth. “And you love it. Right? I don’t see you running away after I just gave you two orgasms.”
She couldn’t deny what he said because it was the truth. And she could also taste herself on his lips, musky and salty, which she never thought she’d find such a turn on, but…she did.
More than anything, she could hardly believe she let him go down on her like that, but once he started, there was no way she could make him stop. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. It had felt too…glorious.
And she’d never used that word to describe any sexual act before.
“You liked it when I licked your pussy, didn’t you, Nat?” he whispered against her lips, making her tingle. She’d never been with a man who talked so dirty either and she had to admit…
She liked it.
“You tasted so good, sweetheart. And the way you squirmed when I tongued your clit.” He kissed her, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, circling her own before he withdrew, his gaze meeting hers once more. “Like you couldn’t get enough of it.”
He had a way of looking at her, speaking to her, that made her lose all communication skills, especially when he said something so fantastically dirty. All she could do was hold him close, her body melting into his. She rubbed her lower body against his lap, the rough denim of his jeans offering a delicious friction, and she did it again, tightening her legs around his hips to bring them closer together.
“Are you grinding on my dick?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Good Lord, the man had no shame. “Do you always just say what pops into your head first?” she asked, stilling her movements.
Noah slid his hand into her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. “I was going to say I approve of your grinding. I can feel your wet pussy even through my jeans, and it’s making me fucking nuts.”
There was no subtlety about Noah. None. She found it shocking. And thrilling. She liked how he talked to her, how he held nothing back. He said what he felt, dirty words and all.
“You going to do something about it, then?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave and going all sultry. Had she ever talked to a guy like that before?
That would be a no.
His eyes darkened and his expression went super intense. She could feel all the power within him just bubbling beneath the surface, and she tensed within his arms, preparing herself for the potential onslaught.
“You ready for me?” He slipped his hands lower, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her sex, and she hitched in a breath, lifting her hips to get away from his touch.
But he wouldn’t let her escape, his fingers dipping between her legs, testing her. She could literally hear how wet she was and she wanted to die from mortification.
“I love how wet you get for me,” Noah said, making her mortification disappear just like that. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to go grab a condom.”
The hardest thing he’d ever done was leaving Natalie on the bed so he could go get a rubber out of his suitcase. Removing her hot little body from his lap had been torture. He wanted to keep on touching her and never stop. Damn, her pussy was so wet and warm, just for him. All for him.
He wanted more. He wanted her. He wanted to get himself inside her and fuck her all night long. Would she let him? He’d just made her come twice in a matter of minutes, so he knew she was hot for him. She was so responsive, so passionate, so surprisingly greedy. He liked they way she thrust her pussy against his mouth, her fingers pulling his hair. How she cried out his name and begged him not to stop. She was unabashedly vocal, and he loved it.
Yeah, he wanted more of it too.
Throwing open his suitcase, he dug out the stash of condoms he always carried with him and brought the entire box back with him to bed. He set the box on the bedside table, never taking his gaze off of her as he reached for his belt buckle and undid it. She sat kneeling in the middle of the bed completely naked, her skin glowing from the light of the nearby lamp. Her hair was in total disarray, her plump lips swollen and red from his kisses. Her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth, and though he couldn’t see her pussy, he knew it was wet and hot and waiting for him.
Hurriedly he yanked the belt from his jeans and kicked off his shoes. Shoved at his jeans until he was completely naked. His cock thrust forward, the greedy fucker, seeking Natalie’s attention, and her eyes lit up upon first sight, her mouth dropping open as she stared at him.
“It’s so…” Her voice drifted. She was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.
“It’s so what?” he asked, a little sharper than intended. But damn it, she was making him self-conscious of his dick, and that sure as hell had never happened to him before.
“Big,” she blurted out, slapping a hand over her mouth the second the word left her. “Sorry.” The word came out muffled since her hand was still covering her mouth.
He started to laugh. Had he ever laughed so much before while having sex? He was pretty sure the answer was no. Natalie kept him on his toes. She said whatever was on her mind, she got mad at him when chicks rarely did, plus she was so incredibly responsive. She was fucking perfect for him.
So perfect it was almost scary.