“So maybe it’s time to add some more ways to connect to our repertoire?” he asked, and what could I do but nod again?
With that he slid down and got back to business. I didn’t know if it was because I had almost climaxed already that my body went from a low level of arousal to the edge of the cliff so quickly, but before I even knew what was happening, my entire body was tightening up and ricocheting over the orgasm mountain. Without even realizing it, I’d pressed my core tightlyto his mouth, chasing that elusive feeling as pulses shot through my body. Noah stayed still, just giving me enough pressure to keep the sensation going until the sensitivity got too much and I tugged on his hair to pull him up.
His mouth moved to my inner thigh, kissing me there, then my hip bone, stomach, ribs, breasts, before meeting my mouth. “You good, kitten?”
“I need you,” I said, feeling at once relaxed and empty, ready for more.
His eyes twinkled. “Look at you asking for what you need.” He leaned over, getting a condom from the bedside table where apparently he’d placed one earlier. He got it on quickly and kissed my jaw. “Position preference?”
I started to sayany, but had a feeling he’d call me on it, so I quickly gave a light push. He took the hint and rolled to his back, and I slid over his waist to straddle him, then sliding up to make room for his cock.
“Ready?” I asked, looking down at this sexy-as-hell man and thanking the goddess above that we were here.
He winked at me, sliding his hands to my hips. “Ready,” he said as I centered myself over him and slid down, letting him fill me up.
I wasn’t living in one of my books, but if I had to describe this feeling in one of them, I would have written something sappy likeI felt like I was coming home. I know that made zero sense, but how do you describe the incredible feeling ofrightnessI was experiencing?
I’d had sex for the first time in college at nineteen. In the past eleven years, I’d had several partners. It had been varying degrees of good, but this was so far beyond that it brought tears to my eyes. Maybe it was Noah. Maybe it was the fact that we’d only known each other for a short time but had grown incredibly close because of some difficult shared experiences. Maybe it wasbecause he’d made me speak up for what I needed, but this was a different level of connection than I’d ever had.
I continued to move up and down with Noah’s hips, but his hands on mine led me to do more of a low thrust with a grinding action that…Ohh.Tingles started building in my body, emanating from my core and radiating outward as I felt a warm sensation building until it filled me up.
My eyes shot open to see Noah looking up at me, my hands braced on his chest as I rode out that roller coaster of feelings. He gave me a smug smile as I dropped down on his chest. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he continued to thrust a few more times, then froze and let out a quiet moan right by my ear before we both lay still but breathing hard.
After a few moments, Noah kissed the top of my head and rolled us to the side. He slid out and dealt with the condom before climbing back into the bed and lying on his back, helping to position me until I was on my slide, head to his chest, still peering up at him, and he pulled the duvet over both of us. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, and took a deep breath.
“What on earth was that?” I whispered. I mean, it was like an orgasm but different at the same time.
Noah pried one eye open as he looked over at me. “That was sex, kitten. And some pretty excellent sex at that if I do say so myself.”
I slapped his arm and rolled my eyes. “No kidding, Noah. I mean…” My voice trailed off as I lost the courage to say what I meant.Dammit, Jules. Why was it so hard?
Noah squeezed his arm around me, and I looked at him and felt reassured enough to be an adult and get my words out. “Okay…” Deep breaths. “At the end there, it was like I had an orgasm but also not the same. It was warmth throughout my whole body, just like it feltamazing.” Gathering some more courage, I continued. “Like, I’m thirty years old, Noah. This isn’tthe first time I’ve had sex. And, as you know, unlike the majority of the population, I even write about people doing that. But whatever that was at the end, I’ve never experienced it before.”
Noah rolled us both to our sides and put his finger under my chin, tilting it up and placing the barest of kisses on my lips. “One, how is it you can write sex scenes in your books and, from what I can tell, not be the most comfortable talking about it in real life?”
I looked down and mumbled my answer. “I drink wine or beer.”
Noah’s laughter filled the room. “I’m sorry, did you say you have a drink before writing a scene like this in your books?”
I met his amused look with a stubborn one of my own. “Well, it works.”
He pulled me to him and gave me a lingering hug that soothed my soul. “I’m not making fun of you, Jules. I love that you’ve found whatever you need to do to make it work.” His lips kissed my bare shoulder. “And I’m not an expert on the female body, but I think what you’re describing is a vaginal orgasm, which I believe but could be wrong, feels different than a clitoral orgasm.”
“Whoa,” I said, contemplating all the miracles that our bodies had for us. And then, as my brain was wont to do, I immediately began to contemplate how I could work this into a book.
After a few moments, Noah squeezed my waist. “Did I lose you there?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, I began to think about writing.”
A huff of laughter came from him. “Should I expect to see this scene in a book one day?”
“No, not this scene. Like I told you, I don’t write my actual life, especially in sex scenes.”
“But…”
I bit my lower lip and looked up before continuing. “Maybe the way you made me feel or the confidence you gave me?”
His smile was immediate and soft. “I’d love that.” He rolled over and picked up his phone, looking at the lock screen, then rolled back to me. “It’s ten. Do you want to go to bed, or do you want to write a little?”
