“Perfect.” His voice was husky. “Now, lower just a little, a little more . . .”
I shivered as his warm breath brushed over my sensitive core, and then I gasped as his mouth covered me through the lace of my panties.
His tongue was insistent and adventurous, stroking me up and down, pausing to circle around my clit every second or third lick. I was on fire, climbing high, holding myself so still that my arms began to tremble, trying to delay my climax because the building-to-it part felt so fucking amazing.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better and I wasn’t going to be able to hold back, Noah used one finger to ease the placket of my panties out of the way. His lips fastened on my clit, and two of his large fingers slid inside me.
The pleasure was the most intense, mind-blowing I’d ever experienced. With a keening cry, I gripped the top of the headboard and began to move, oblivious to anything but the need to follow this wild ride to its ecstatic end. Noah sucked at me and used his fingers, curling them just the right way, until my back bowed as the strongest, deepest orgasm of my life tore through my body. I was vaguely aware that I was babbling, but I didn’t recognize the words pouring out of my mouth.
Noah gripped my hips, guiding me down his body. “Now,” he growled. “I want to be inside you now. I want to feel you coming around me.”
I was shaking, trembling all over, but somehow, I managed to wriggle down so that his cock was in front of me. I rose up onto my knees, took him in my hand to rub the head against my slick, swollen folds, and then sank down, taking him inside me so fully and completely that we both groaned.
I had just begun to move, to ride him, feeling that delicious tension building inside me once again, when Noah laid one hand on my thigh.
“Babe—I didn’t—I don’t have anything on. A condom. I don’t have any with me.”
A dawning sense of realization swept over me. “Shit. I didn’t even—it’s been so long, and I—we—” I’d been about to blurt out that Tom and I hadn’t used condoms since I’d been on birth control back then. “I think I have one or two in the side of my suitcase. Should I—do you want me to get it?”
“Fuck.” Noah threw one arm over his face. “I want to say no, because I’m right on the fucking edge of coming, but . . .” He drew in a shuddering breath. “Yeah. Can you?”
“Of course.” I moved off him as carefully as possibly, my body still pulsing and needy. With hands that were far from steady, I unzipped my suitcase and dug around in a pocket where I kept important just-in-case items like extra tampons, hairbands, and . . . yes! My fingers closed around a couple of the familiar square packets. I tore one open as I hurried to climb back onto the bed.
“I’m sorry,” Noah was saying as I rolled the condom onto him. “Damn, I didn’t even think. But I promise I’m clean, and you know I haven’t been with anyone—”
“Hey.” I knelt over him again and pressed one finger to his lips. “It’s okay. We’re both in this together, sweetie, and I didn’t remember to be safe at all. So kudos to you for having the presence of mind to think of it.” Raising myself over him again, I smiled. “And now . . . take two.”
My body was not adverse to taking up where we’d left off, and within seconds, I was riding him, gyrating so that his pubic bone hit my clit when I ground down on him. He was so deep inside me that I moaned each time we came together, feeling that climax slowly building once again.
Noah’s fingers dug into my hips as he lifted to meet me, stroke for stroke, mumbling words of endearment liberally littered with profanity. One hand lifted to find my breast, cupping and squeezing, drawing me down so that he could tongue my nipple. The exquisite sensation sent me over the edge, and I arched upward, my eyes closed and my inner channels pulsing around Noah’s cock.
He followed me moments later, his body quivering as every muscle tensed, his thrusts short and uneven.
And then I collapsed onto him, unable to speak, unable to breathe . . . lost in the heady aftermath of nearly unbearable pleasure.
“Alison.” Noah’s hand was still shaking as he skimmed it down my back. “My God. That was . . . oh, baby. It was the most—Jesus, I’m sorry, I don’t have the right words to say.”
I turned my face to touch my lips to his.
“After a performance like that, I think words might be a little redundant.”
His whole body shook with laughter. “You might be onto something there, darlin’.”
My eyes slid shut. “Do you want me to move off you?” I asked sleepily. “Am I hurting your knee?”
“Don’t move,” he replied, and his voice sounded drugged. “Stay, Alison. Just . . . stay.”
And I did.
