“You’re a naughty little thing. I would have never guessed that you like to play dirty.”
The quintessential sound of foil ripping fills me with excitement. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Yup. Those words came out of my mouth. I blame him because I’m not usually such a mouthy one, but he boosts my confidence.
He smiles while shaking his head. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
Noah gives no warning. No sweet words before he grabs my legs and thrusts himself into me, the hotel bed perfectly situated for this position. My eyes water at the amazing feeling of him filling me. His dick is big, and I haven’t exactly done this in a while. But he reads my body like he’s been doing this to me forever. His fingers find my clit, rubbing it, making my body pulse with pleasure instead of pain. I forget the uncomfortable feeling of him stretching me to my limits.
“You’ll get used to it. I promise.” He kisses my lips softly. Another kind gesture, his words sinking into me and taking residence in my heart.
He moves inside of me, his previous sweetness abandoned.
“Holy shit.” Words breathlessly escape my lips.
“You’re fisting my cock so tightly, Maya. It’s like a dream. If I had known it would be this good, I don’t think I would have held back for this long.” His groans fill the room. I grab the sheets above my head, desperate for something to ground me as he pounds into me slowly.
He stares into my eyes as he finds an amazing tempo. Our bodies move together in harmony, our chemistry nothing short of fantastic.
Noah drives it home. He grabs each of my legs and places them over his shoulder blades. The position makes his dick feel like I’m being fucked for the first time. A sweet torment. His pumps speed up as he slides easily in and out of me. Rough hands rove over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I arch my back, unable to regulate my body’s responses, his movements becoming eager and uncontrolled.
“Oh. My. God.” My voice comes off as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
He changes his position slightly, making his dick rub against my G-spot. Noah controls the situation. My body quakes as he continues to thrust into me, strategically hitting my spot every time. I throw my head back as my spine curves up toward him.
“You feel fucking amazing. Tell me you’re almost there.” He doesn’t wait for a response. My body says everything my mouth can’t with nothing but moans and groans passing my lips. One hand finds my clit while the other grips one of my ass cheeks. He pulls my ass up off the bed, taking advantage of the angle. His roughness adds to his appeal, showing me how eager he is, and fuck it feels good. His desperation is my gain.
“Yes!”
My body vibrates, my release closing in. I can tell by the strain in Noah’s face he follows right behind me.
“Noah…” I don’t recognize my own voice, the neediness foreign to my ears.
“Fuck yeah, babe, I’m there with you.”
Simple words push me over the edge. I explode around him, my moan echoing off the hotel walls. He fucks me like a man possessed, his body straining as he holds me in the position he needs while I lose myself in my climax.
Noah’s stunning smile is the last thing I see before my eyes close. His orgasm hits him, his cock twitching inside of me as he rides out his release. Frantic pumps become slower, lazier before his body shudders. He stays inside of me until his cock softens, not wanting to break our connection.
We groan together when he pulls out of me after a few minutes.
“You’re so damn perfect, inside and out.” Noah brushes loose hair out of my face, running a knuckle across my flushed cheeks.
I smile at him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He gives me a kiss before he takes care of the condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he drags me back to the head of the bed. We lie there together. I bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.
“Fuck, Maya. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I smile into his chest. Likewise.
27
Maya
Someone knocks on the hotel door, pulling me away from my computer. I open the door to find Noah leaning against the frame. He glides past me and walks into the room, taking up a spot against the gray sectional while I take a seat.
“I want to take you out on a date.”
I check the time on my phone. “At ten in the morning?” Staying in the hotel room sounds like a fine idea, unless the date he plans involves brunch and mimosas. I can get behind that.