My heart stopped beating as he sucked my clit into his mouth, pleasure exploding through me. I cried out, fisting my hands so tight my fingernails cut into my palms. Noah licked and sucked, flicking his tongue out to lick at my clit in rough strokes. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through my system.
He played with me relentlessly, without mercy, not stopping for a single moment. My senses were overwhelmed as I rose higher and higher, so close to reaching my peak. I was seconds away from topping over that edge and then—
He pulled back.
I cursed and flailed. "No— Why did you—"
He pinned me down with a heated look. "I told you. You don't get to come unless I'm fucking you."
"I can't— I need to—" I could barely speak in coherent sentences.
"You know what to do if you want to come."
I was aching inside, the pulsing almost painful. He hadn't even fingered me while he'd been sucking on my clit. I felt so empty. I needed to be filled.
I needed Noah in me and I needed it now.
His eyes flashed. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
Noah divested himself of his clothes with haste. My inner walls clenched at the sight. The firm muscles of his chest were covered with tattoos, abstract designs that meant nothing to me, but no doubt meant something to him. His jeans were the last to go. The few seconds I got of his shirtless abs leading down to that tempting V shape of his lower abdomen was enough to make my mouth water.
Then the jeans were gone and I nearly came when I realized Noah had been going commando this whole time, thin denim the only thing separating us. I licked my lips unconsciously as I took in his size, thick and long, ragingly hard and weeping at the tip. The rumors were true.
Noah moved to hover above me, his eyes aligned with mine. We were pressed chest to chest, my stiff nipples finding friction against his skin. His hardness brushed my hip.
"Be a good girl and give me what I want."
I met his eyes, practically pitch black now, the pupils wide and dilated. The muscles in his arms shook as he held himself above me. He wanted this as much as I did. Maybe even more.
"Fuck me," I whispered.
He shifted his hips, parting my thighs with his knees until he was right at my entrance. The texture was different from what I would have expected if we were skin to skin, from him putting on protection.
"Louder."
My inner walls fluttered and throbbed in anticipation.
"Fuck me, Noah."
He pressed forward until the tip was barely nestled between my folds. My wetness dripped onto the head and ran down my thighs. He'd been right about making me wait until I was soaked and needy.
"I don't think you want it enough," he said.
"Please." I finally gave up. Gave in. "Noah, I need you to fuck me!"
He shoved himself inside in one thrust. My mouth flew open and my eyes rolled back as raging pleasure sang through my every vein. The force of him pushing through my folds, the rough drag of his head, was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
"You sound so sweet when you beg," he murmured into my ear, settling his hips against mine until I got accustomed to his size.
That feeling of fullness, of being stretched like that, sent thrills up my spine. I was finally being filled, just like I'd wanted. Just like I'd needed.
"Move." I moaned, squirming. I clawed at his inked back, my legs splayed to either side of his hips. "I need more."
He pulled out slowly. I took in a deep, shuddering breath. He slammed back inside with almost brutal strength. I let out a choked moan and clenched my fists, digging my nails into the skin of my palms. He stilled his hips again.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." My whimpering was a litany, a supplication for relief from the exquisite agony within me.
He withdrew again, then slammed back inside. He pulled out and repeated the motion. He fucked into me, again and again, unrelenting, giving me exactly what I needed.
