A strangled groan. A shudder.
He pulsed on my tongue, and I took every last drop. The taste of him was sweet, yet powerful, masculine, and unsubtle. Whatever he was made of, he was made to be consumed by me.
I pressed a final kiss to his hip before I curled against him. Our breath slowed as we stared up. The stars began to glimmer, scattered across the heavens.
He was still catching his breath, and I was still aching.
Maybe he’d been right all along. I should’ve let him have his turn.
Because now?
I wanted him again, double time!
“What is it, Blue?” he asked, probably feeling me getting shifty.
I bit my lip, unable to hide my restless need. Guilt flickered for half a second, but the hunger drowned it out.
“Are you still in pleasing mode?” I whispered, testing him.
His hand curved around my hip. “Always. For you.”
“Can we?”
He moved before I could take another breath, covering me with his body. His hands dragged over my skin, relearning, reclaiming.
Still strong.
Still starving.
Sweet mercy!
I mean, I’d half-expected him to laugh, kiss my forehead, and tell me to let him catch his breath. Maybe even make some comment about how I’d “wrecked him.”
But no.
He was back on top of me, rock-hard, and clearly up for the challenge.
His hands were everywhere. Firm against my thighs, sliding up to my waist, and anchoring me beneath him. He pressed me down, his body a perfect weight, a perfect heat, his chest against mine, his heartbeat wild and pounding.
Any doubts about his stamina?
Gone.
I blinked up at him, more than a little impressed, almost too impressed that I forgot to, well, give him room to actually reach my opening.
“What’s the matter, Blue? Thought I was tapped out?” he said as he reached for a condom from his crumpled shirt on the ground.
I swallowed, suddenly unsure if I was the one who’d bitten off more than I could chew. I mean, that hard thing in between my thighs was a sight to see, and a part of him that would shred me to the point of no return.
He dipped down, his lips grazing my ear. “For you? I’m always ready.”
And just like that, he kissed me senseless, his tongue sweeping in and stealing every teasing thought I had left.
His fingers spread wide over my hips, holding me in place and keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he rocked against me. His length teased my opening.
“Noah…”
I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound with a kiss that was hungry and possessive. And in between his gasps, he thrusted himself in, letting me feel every inch of him.
