The look he gives has me following orders immediately. Doing as he says, I watch as he crawls toward me like a predator about to savor every inch of what is in front of him. My heartbeat quickens. My body shivers in anticipation. My need to feel him any way I can is almost unbearable. His eyes go to my jeans and I bite my bottom lip as I watch him admire what he longs to feel and touch just underneath.
His fingers graze over my sex. His eyes rise and meet mine. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I will push your limits. You tell me if I go too far, and we’ll stop.”
He unbuttons the top of my jeans and my hips rise instinctively as he slides them down exposing my thin lace panties. His eyes dance over my center before rising and meeting my own. His look is a mixture of emotions, but the most transparent of them all is concern. Concern I might stop him? Concern I might hurt him? Concern I might not respond to him the way he desires? But all of that is lost the second he tenderly pulls my panties to the side and traces a finger across my slick heat.
The sensation has my head falling back, and a moan escaping my lips, before he even attempts to enter my body. He stops, and my head snaps forward and meets his stare.
“God, Darlin’. There is nothing sexier than the sight of you enjoying pleasure. ”
He pushes a finger inside me and I gasp out from the sensation. With wide eyes, I stare at him while he pleasures me. He never looks away and that only adds to the passion building between us.
I grip his free wrist at my side as he continues his assault. He breaks our stare, watches intently as he sticks another finger in my sex, and licks his lips as I tighten around him. Glancing back up, the urgency in his eyes to take what he wants is evident before he even speaks.
“I want to taste you, Darlin’,” he pleads.
I nod my head yes. His sexy smirk has me almost losing all restraint because all I want is to tell him to forget tasting me. Fuck me. Right here. Right now in the back of his truck.
Lowering his head, I suck in a breath as I feel his mouth make contact with my wet center. His moan sends a sensation through my heat that I have never experienced before as he licks my clit and curls his fingers, stroking deep inside my tight walls. I watch as he licks up my folds, then back down. He replaces his fingers with his tongue and I whisper his name. He smiles, loving the way it falls from my lips as he finger fucks me like a God.
He sticks a finger inside me and his mouth finds my clit. Sucking it between his lips, my head falls back as he enters another finger inside and starts to pull both of them in and out in a way that has me frantically trying to not cum too soon. “You taste like heaven,” he growls. “I could get drunk on your taste, Darlin.’ Are you always this wet for me? Fuck, tell me you are. Better yet,” he groans, “don’t. I won’t be able to keep myself out of your pussy if it’s true.”
Suddenly, his fingers pick up the pace. His mouth starts a demanding assault as he urges my body toward climax. I shout his name, but that doesn’t stop him.
“Scream if you want, darlin’. I’m not stopping until this pretty pussy crashes over on my tongue.”
His fingers curl and hit that beautiful spot deep inside just as his mouth sucks my nub in his lips with such need my body can’t take anymore. Crashing over the edge, I pull at his hair as my screams fill the night around us. Still, he pushes my body further as his tongue licks and takes what he wants and my climax reaches new heights I didn’t even know were possible. Once I start to come down, he slowly removes his fingers and licks up my center tenderly. With hooded eyes, he glances up at me and smiles. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he licks my flavor off with a sexy groan of approval.
“God, Darlin’, you’re sweeter than I fucking dreamed.”
Climbing up my body, he kisses my stomach before pulling my shirt up and cupping my breast through my bra. He looks up at me and smiles as he pulls the fabric aside and lowers his face to my hard nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, I moan out in pleasure and grind my hips up against his. He’s so hard. Massive. His cock strokes the inside of my thigh as he thrusts it against me. My hands lower and I grab his jeans.
Stilling me, he looks up in my eyes and says, “Not tonight, Darlin.’ The best things in life are worth waiting for. And our first time is not going to be in the bed of my truck.”
He winks at me and lowers his face to my own. Kissing me sweetly, I sigh into him and wonder just what I did to score a man as amazing as him.
Chapter Sixteen
Eva
“And then what happened,” Gwen asks, wide-eyed, as she sits on the edge of the couch.
It’s 2:30 in the morning, and we have been rehashing my night with Noah ever since I arrived home about an hour ago. Ever the night owl, I wasn’t surprised when I came home to find her on the couch, still watching some late-night infomercials. She has a strange addiction to home shopping networks, always buying what others only think of buying before they come to their senses. I know deep down it’s because she never sleeps well. She’s had sleeping issues since her sister’s death.
“He drove me home and walked me to the door,” I shrug, trying to give away the least amount of information I can.
“And …” she pries.
“And what?” I say, dodging the obvious.
She eyes me expectantly, but I don’t cave. I just let my smile widen, knowing all the toe-curling details and not giving up any of them.
“Come on!” she yells, chucking a pillow at me from across the couch.
Laughing, I throw it back at her while I take the time to choose my words wisely. “Let’s just say that it took every ounce of my willpower not to pull that man in here and finish what we started.” I blush.
“That’s it! He didn’t even try to get to home base? Gee, what kind of guy is he?”
“A rare breed, I guess,” I answer. “I believe they used to call them gentlemen. He pushed a hard third base though!”
