My moans turned into cries, and he kept on fucking me hard, my determination to obey the only thing that forced me to keep control of my body; to keep the pleasure from consuming me.
A growl tore from his throat, and he pulled out, palming his cock, squirting ribbons of warm cum on my swollen pussy. The sound of his groans, the tenor of his pleasure slammed an ache into my chest, and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the sobs from sending big, fat tears running down my cheeks. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced—being denied pleasure and having him take it.
I tried to calm the sobs, tried to breathe. But I was too much of a mess to be able to get a grip over myself.
Noah let go of my hips and loosened both my legs before crawling over me, staring me straight in the eyes as he brushed a thumb along my bottom lip. “You did good, baby girl.”
But I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to tell him to go to hell and get the fuck away from me. I would rather have endured the burn of leather on my flesh than have my body feel like it had been wrapped and twisted in barbed wire.
He lowered himself, easing his lips across mine, his warm breath fusing with my own. “You did good.” Lifting his thigh, he moved in beside me before lifting me upright and sliding in behind me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he gave a gentle tug, and our bodies touched—my back leaning against his chest. It felt like our bodies were made to fit, mine fitting perfectly into his as if we could easily fall into each other. This sense of calm settled over me as he eased his palms down my arms, setting my skin alight.
I leaned my head back against his shoulders, my thighs still spread wide. The subtle touch of bristles against my wet cunt made me gasp, and Noah leisurely stroked my outer lips with the brush. Up and down. Gentle and easy.
“Relax,” he cooed into my ear as the tears on my cheeks started to dry, and I shivered as he brought the brush up my body. A slow caress of bristles danced across my skin, up my stomach, painting circles around my nipple. My skin had never been this sensitive, this hyperaware of every touch—no matter how subtle. I squirmed as the brush tickled the tip of my nipple, sending a jolt of static over my flesh.
Noah’s breath wafted past my ear, and I loved the sound of his breathing, the heat of his naked body wrapping me in his heavy presence.
I sucked in a breath as he brought the brush up my throat, settling the coarse bristles on my lips, under my nose.
“Can you smell your needy cunt?” He cupped my breast with his other hand.
“Yes.” I was on a sensory overload, and I was sure I’d combust at any moment, squirming against his warm body.
A shockwave shot up my body when he lowered the brush back to my pussy, this time pressing the hard, wood handle against my clit at the same time as pinching my nipple hard between his fingers. I gasped, and my thighs closed—an involuntary movement I had no control over.
He grabbed my inner thigh, growling, squeezed hard, and jerked my legs apart. “Don’t you dare close those thighs unless I tell you to.”
“Hmm-mm,” I moaned, my mind unable to form a single coherent thought.
“Tell me when you’re close.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
With one gentle stroke after the other, Noah took his time teasing my body into a frenzy of sensations. This time he gave my clit all the attention it needed, my body climbing higher and higher, every muscle tense and trembling. Noah’s soft lips glided along my shoulder, his tongue lapping against my skin. It was the most sensual experience I have ever had, and this massive mindfuck of having him go from dominant and cruel to gentle and attentive.
I reached up, weaving my hand through the hair at the back of his neck, moving my hips, seeking more pressure between my legs.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
“Good.” He tossed the brush on the floor, and disappointment made my cheeks flush when he scooted up and lay down on the bed. “Turn around,” he ordered, and I glanced at him over my shoulder.
“I said, turn around.”
I obeyed, getting on my knees and turning to face him, his cock starting to harden again, his body covered with a sheen of sweat.
“Come here.”
I placed my thighs on either side of him, moving upward, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Abruptly he sat up, hooked his arms underneath my thighs and pulled me over him, my wet cunt gliding across his chest.
“Place your hands on the headboard.”
I looked down at him and obeyed.
“Lower that cunt of yours and fuck my mouth.”
“Noah—”