“Well, let me help you work through it.” Noah paused the movie and shifted to face me, his blue eyes sweeping over my features.
“I think it’s something I have to work through myself,” I finally said. He nodded slowly, as if processing that.
“Okay, well. Allow me to distract you, then,” he offered, moving closer. His hands tangled in my hair, still damp from the shower. His lips captured mine in a slow, reverent kiss.
It was every bit as distracting as he promised it would be. From the moment his lips pressed against mine, I was distracted. The thoughts and worries that had been buzzing about my head like angry bees scurried away, and all I could think about was more.
I wanted more of Noah’s touch, more of his kiss, more of this.
I kissed him back, meeting each swipe of his tongue with a hunger I couldn’t deny. My physical reaction to Noah was instantaneous, and it had been since the moment I laid eyes upon him.
Pausing the kiss long enough to rip his shirt over his head, I ran my hands along the firm ridges of muscle along his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath my palm.
The primal urge to have him claim me washed away every hesitation and fear. Noah read each cue from my body like an expert, like he was fluent in the language of what I wanted.
His hands made their way to my hips, and he hoisted me up on his lap, never breaking the intensity of the kiss. Once I was positioned exactly where he wanted me, his hands started moving up, slipping beneath my loose T-shirt and along my heated skin.
They admiringly moved over my rounded belly, pausing long enough to feel the baby kick against his palm. I froze for a minute, displaced by that, but Noah’s smile against my lips had me relaxing again into his touch. He massaged my skin with the gentlest of touches, and it almost contradicted the hunger behind his kisses.
His fingers brushed against the underside of my aching breasts, running along the lace bralette. He stopped kissing me long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head and tossed it behind me, his eyes drinking me in. The way he was looking at me didn’t give me a chance to feel insecure about my changing body.
“Your body is incredible, Nell,” he murmured with piety. Noah’s attention made me feel like I was a divine being, each touch felt as if he was worshipping at my altar.
I couldn’t think of a single thing to say, especially when he lowered his mouth to my nipple and started sucking and nibbling on it over the lace. The sensation of his hot mouth and the lace rubbing against my sensitive peaks was enough to send me straight over the edge into an orgasm.
I ground against his erection through both of our pants, feeling him hard and unyielding. It did nothing to satiate me; it only made me more frantic.
“Noah.” I tugged his head back, the sensations too much and not enough all at once. “I need you in me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He grinned. He helped me off of his lap and shoved his pants and boxers off. I stripped slowly, feeding off the way he was watching me, the arousal evident in his eyes and in the rigid erection he sported.
Once my panties and sweatpants were in a pile at my feet, I reached up and took my bralette off. Noah gripped his cock and stroked it while he watched. My eyes dropped down, tracking every movement of his hand, licking my lips when his tip beaded with pre-cum.
“Come here,” he demanded, reaching for me.
He tugged me towards him, guiding my legs apart enough and bending so that he could slip his thick digit into my pussy. Each stroke of his finger made my knees tremble, and when he added a second finger, curling them just so, my legs almost gave out.
He removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck the taste of me from them. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a groan.
I climbed into his lap again, and raised my hips so that I was hovering over his weeping erection. Noah rubbed the tip of his hard cock against my soaked core, swirling around my juices until I was trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders and my eyes pleading with him.
“Take it,” he instructed, his deep voice and command sending sparks of arousal up my spine. I did as he told me, slowly sliding down on him, taking every thick inch until he filled me to the hilt.
I paused for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of him stretching me. My head dropped against his shoulder. “You feel so good,” I murmured.
Noah’s hand came up to hold the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. “So do you,” he said, the desire apparent in his voice. “Now ride me, gorgeous.”
I did as he instructed, my hips rolling forward slowly and deliberately. My slow torturous dance on his lap had moans spilling from both our lips.
Noah’s hips rose to meet mine, his cock driving deeper into me than before. Each pounding thrust had me climbing higher and higher towards climax, but still wasn’t quite enough to send me over the edge.
As if he could sense that I was close but needed a little more, Noah’s thumb pressed against my clit while his hips pistoned up, driving into me so hard that he sent me careening off the edge into an intense orgasm. I could feel my inner walls clamping around him, squeezing him.
Noah swore and pumped inside me a few more times until he found his own release.
Both of us were breathless by the time we finished. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Noah supported me, even though he seemed to be just as affected.
“Can I say: I love doing that with you. It’s like your body was made for me. It’s like you were made for me.”
