Noah broke our kiss. I started to protest when he picked me up, hauling me over his shoulder, my ass in the air.
"You doing the caveman routine?" I asked breathlessly.
He slapped my ass. I yelped, then moaned as his warm hand stroked me, soothing the ache. We reached the bedroom and he threw me on the bed.
He took a moment to pull off his shirt and climbed on the bed, looming over me. The inked skin of his chest and torso made my fingers twitch.
"What do these mean?" I asked softly.
"Hm?"
I met his eyes. "Your tattoos. They look like random patterns and shapes to me. They must mean something to you."
He looked pained for a brief second, before his face softened. "They're Lily's designs."
"Your sister?"
"She's an artist. She designed all my tattoos."
"They're lovely."
I ran my fingertips along his chest, tracing the peaks and valleys of his abs. The soft, smooth skin combined with the hard, taut muscles sent heat flooding throughout my body.
Noah let me explore his skin, kissing me softly. Long before I had my fill he shifted down the bed until his head was at my feet. He started by pressing kisses to my ankle, sliding his lips along my leg, up my inner thigh, placing sucking kisses on the hollow of my hips. Heat pooled in my belly.
He tossed my dress over my head and sent my bra flying after it. He pressed soft kisses on my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked and licked one, then switched to the other.
"So goddamn beautiful," he murmured against my skin. The cool air of his breath combined with the loving words, made me shiver. He ran his hands up and down my sides, my thighs, my legs, caressing and stroking. He shifted again, kissing another trail back down my body until his head was between my legs.
My heartbeat sped up when his fingers traced the elastic of my panties. He slid them off with one smooth motion, leaving me bare. He breathed hot air over me. I clenched in anticipation.
"You want me to beg?" I asked breathlessly.
"No. Not this time. I already know how much you want me. Now I'm going to show you how much I want you."
I nearly jumped at the first touch. He gave me a long, heated lick between my folds, up to my clit. He sucked for a brief moment, making me whine and moan, then licked back down again.
I tugged on his hair, urging him on. He took his time, flicking his tongue here, licking in slow circles there. My legs began shuddering. My breath hitched. God but he was good at this. I was getting close.
He sensed it and intensified his work. His warm mouth built me up. His lithe tongue drove me over the edge. I pulsed and throbbed as I came. He continued licking me through it, humming with pleasure as I fluttered around his tongue.
I was still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure when I heard him undo his belt buckle. I lifted my head up to watch him unzip his pants and remove them with haste. He started to roll on protection.
"Wait."
He paused, condom still in hand, and gave me a questioning look.
"I'm on birth control," I said, flushing and hoping he understood what I meant.
His eyes burned brighter. "Do you mean—?"
I nodded. "Are you…?"
"I'm clean. Just got tested."
"I want to feel you," I said. "I want you to feel you come inside me. I want you to fill me properly."
Noah closed his eyes for a brief moment, looking almost pained, as he twitched in his hand.
