We’re a tangle of mouths and hands, and slips of skin as we wrestle against our damp clothes and towards each other. Any ounce of logic is lost as we chase this high, the outside world blurred once again.
He tugs the bottom of my shirt up and I shimmy out of it, desperate to have him everywhere as he trails down my chest. With his mouth still pressed to my damp skin, his hand slides back and with a quick twist, my bra is unlatched. I shrug out of it, gasping when his mouth closes around my already pert nipple. The contrast of my cool damp skin against the warmth of his mouth sends chills along every nerve.
“You are . . .” he whispers, the voiced compliment losing steam as he continues peppering my skin with kisses and the careful flick of his tongue.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Fighting to be bare and together, I reach for the edge of Noah’s pants, and he wraps his large hand around my wrists.Sliding them up my body, his mouth follows in their tracks and he pins them above my head.
“Oh god,” I moan. Every place he touches erupts with fiery need and I’m pressing myself into him further.
“I want you first,” he whispers into my hair.
My retort is stolen when his hand slides up my thigh and traces the edge of my hip hugging lace briefs, his fingers feathery against the thin barrier.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hand slipping back out to unfasten my skirt.
In the next moment, he’s up on his knees, tugging it down my legs and tossing it aside, his face drenched in want. It’s been a while since I’ve been this naked before a partner and while I’m not ashamed of my curves, or the soft slope of my belly, it is vulnerable to be this bare. Old insecurities threaten, but Noah erases all sense of shame. Even in the low light his lust is evident, the way he runs his eyes over all of me, as if I’m a feast and he can’t get his fill.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Lottie. How tempted I’ve been every goddamn day of knowing you.”
The breath of his words pull goosebumps as he leans down to kiss my neck and I curl my fingers into his hair, while his hands work in expert rounds, kneading and teasing every possible inch of skin.
He works his kissing down my body, worshiping me with his tongue and his fingertips and I run my hands up and down his arms and across his back as he continues his barrage. Time stalls as he settles himself between my legs, the black lace the only thing left between us. I prop myself up on my elbows and he meets my gaze, that constant hunger still smoldering.
“You don’t have to,” I say, desperate for him to know I’d be happy with an old fashioned fucking. I can’t remember the lastman to go down on me, and my nerves begin to crest, my mind convincing me he’s doing it as a courtesy.
“You are not depriving me of this.”
The sentence stuns, and in another breath, Noah pulls the black lace down to my knees and then rolls up to slide them off completely, his hand cradling my colorful calf.
When he lowers himself back down, I am incoherent thought; nothing matters but the pleasure he is releasing between my legs. His tongue works slow circles as though he’s savoring, memorizing the taste and feel as he works. He groans, and the vibration of it echoes through me. My body melts into the mattress, my back arching as he finds and flicks the bundle of nerves he’s been toying with. The soft exploration turns into a harder tease, warmth blossoming against his face in a surge of arousal.
My god, he’s good.
Noah’s desperation to taste me and the way he’s proving how much he enjoys it will ruin me, I’m sure of it. I grip the comforter, my entire body writhing in response. He runs his hands up my legs and grips my hips, pressing himself impossibly deeper. His tongue is an expert, swirling and tracing all the right places and when he adds a finger and then another, sliding them in under his chin, I see stars.
“Oh god, Noah.”
He pulls my climax from me, coaxing it with an expertly timed suck and those damn fingers, refusing to let up, even when my thighs clench the sides of his face. I ride the wave, my muscles knotting and melting in an instant as I come undone.
Noah props up on his elbows and grins before he slides his face up my thigh, nipping softly and pulling ripples of pleasure as air hits the wet trail he’s leaving. I shiver and tug him up for another kiss, ready to return the favor. Our embrace continues to warm and tease my still tingling nerves and soon I am sittingup, running my fingers along his pants. He is on his knees before me and I palm his erection through his jeans causing him to moan again.
“Let me grab a condom,” he breathes into my hair, his hand still cupping the underside of my breast.
I straighten and flash a playful grin. “I figured I would return the favor, no condom needed.”
His eyes dance with my proposal, and he runs his thumb along my bottom lip as if he’s considering what it would look like wrapped around him. “You asked me to fuck you, Lottie, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”
Once again, in the wake of his directness, words fail me and I’m left speechless as he rolls up and off the bed. As he steps to where he’s kept his suitcase, I’m struck by every moment he whispered about raising my standards. His coming with condoms brings the giddy realization my justifying them away was wrong. This is exactly the kind of standard raising he meant, and he’s been hoping for this for at least as long as I have. He kicks his pants off and rolls on a condom before returning to the mattress.
I want to tease him for coming so prepared, but when he leans down to kiss me gently, his hand cradles my jaw with a tenderness that pulls at something deep in my chest. My first thought is, it’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed like this, but as I let his tongue deeper into my mouth and press myself against him, I’m struck with the realization I’m not sure I’ve everbeen kissed like this. The way he traces delicate lines on my skin, and then grabs hold in just the right spot mirrors the way he’s treated me with gentle affection and teased a firm hand since our very first meeting. This version of Noah threatens to break my heart, and I pinch my eyes closed to savor the softness of him.
Holding this moment instead of letting it break into insecurities, I run my hands down along his chest, his skinsmooth and warm. God, he’s good. He loops an arm around my bare torso and leans us back onto the bed and in the next breath, my legs are wrapped around his waist and he is pressing into me.
“Oh,” I gasp, delighted by the fullness.
“Are you okay?”
