“Do as I say, baby girl. I want to taste you.”
If my body weren’t as riled up as it was now, aching at my very core to find release, I wouldn’t have acted so damn fast by lowering my pussy until I felt his wet lips against my sensitive flesh, his tongue prodding at my entrance.
For a moment, I watched my body move; I watched how his face was buried between my legs, the sound of his mouth working my pussy, his tongue against my clit, adding fuel to the fire that threatened to burn me to ash.
I gripped the headboard, moving my hips, feeling the roughness of his five o’clock shadow brushing against me, along with the soft heat of his mouth.
His arms snaked around my legs; his fingertips electric. The more I moved my hips, the more I let go of my inhibitions, allowing my animal self to take control. Moving. Writhing. Until I could no longer stop myself from rocking back and forth, fucking his face like it would mean death if I didn’t.
Using his arms around my thighs, he helped me keep the rhythm, his lips clasping around my clit only to have his tongue slip inside me as I rocked forward.
My cries intensified, my back arching as I stretched my arms out in front of me, taking control of my own body and my own pleasure. I opened my eyes, staring at the powder blue and white striped wallpaper, grinding my pussy against his greedy mouth.
I was so close. So. Fucking. Close. Until I felt his fingers bite into the soft flesh of my thighs, his nails piercing my skin, as he lightly bit down on my clit.
Pain erupted.
Pleasure exploded.
And my body, mind, and soul all catapulted into a state of rapture as I came with Noah’s face between my legs.
Pleasure tore through me in waves, and I was sure it would snap me half. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, wanting to milk every last drop of ecstasy as my climax crested, leaving me wrecked and ruined.
My body shuddered, and muscles trembled while my cries bounced off the walls. Then, finally, I let go of the headboard and fell to the side, my mind fogged and intoxicated, my lungs gasping for air.
Two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, cradling me against his chest, an act that gave me a taste of what it would feel like to have Noah’s affection. To have his adoration…and maybe even his heart.
“You okay, baby girl?” he whispered, his warm breath caressing the bare skin of my neck.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
He nestled his nose into my curls, inhaling deep. “Your hair smells like coconut and sugar. I love it.” His grip around my body tightened, my back flush against his chest.
It was undeniable. If there ever was a moment that I felt anchored, it was now. A tether kept me locked to a new reality that now started and ended with Noah. If I had the chance to go back to the first night we kissed, there would only be one thing I’d change.
I wouldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop kissing him.
And now, as I lay cradled in his arms, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I didn’t want to be with anyone else. That’s when I realized that Noah Alexander was the only man on this earth for me. I wanted no one else.
Just. Him.