Before I exploded, ideally.
He swept his mouth over me as if he really was trying to touch meeverywhere. Drawing one nipple into his mouth, he alternated between slow tongue movements and gentle bites. Little nips that had me gasping and squirming on the counter. Once he was satisfied, he manipulated the movement on my other breast.
I was aware that his free hand was constantly moving, up and down my back, side to side over my stomach. But I didn’t take a minute to process where it was going until his fingers reached the band of my underwear.
By the time he hooked his pinky under them, I was desperately ready.
“Everything about you is so pretty,” he murmured, stroking his thumb back and forth over my hip bone. “Your face, your ambition, your Elsa hair, your stalking.”
I opened my mouth to protest the last one, but then he pulled my underwear down.
“I bet your pussy is too.”
Heat flushed from my hairline down to my toes.
When his fingers touched me, the sound that escaped my mouth was borderline inhuman, but based on the sound he made in response, he liked it.
Noah carefully observed my face as his fingertips sank so easily between my folds, parting and gliding until they settled over my clit. Rubbing in slow, small circles until my mind went empty. I never really understood how someone could forget their names during sex, but I got it now.
“I was right,” Noah said in awe. He wasn’t talking to me, though, more to himself.
One finger entered me, and I squirmed a little against Noah,but he still held tightly to my wrists. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. Was this a kink I had gone years without knowing I had? Maybe I should have explored more in college.
A second finger matched the motions, curling perfectly rightthere. My head lolled back, and Noah followed. His torso leaned over mine, lips kissing my cheek, my temple, my nose as his fingers hit there, there, there.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. Which then made me nervous because a lot of men hear the wordsdon’t stopand interpret it aschange it up.Noah didn’t. He kept going, deep breaths by my ear only turning me on more.
Shortly, I tumbled over the edge. I was pretty sure this was what people meant when they said they saw stars—bursts of color popped up against my eyelids.
“So pretty.” Noah was as coherent as I was right now—which was to say, not at all. “You deserve pretty things. Pretty things to wear. Pretty things for me.”
My hands were set free as he shoved down his underwear, cock springing free. I reached for it, but he beat me to it, closing a fist around it and tugging once. We could add that to the list of things that had no need to be that hot. He was just the right size for me. A little pink, with thick veins. Perfect.
I wanted to stroke the little line of hair below his navel, but he stepped out of reach. He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and I heard a familiar ripping of foil. My heart continued to pound inside my chest as he kissed me once more, aligning himself with me.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“I thought we moved past the hesitating?—”
He nudged the head against my opening and we both gasped the moment he entered. A few seconds of uncomfortable stretching gave way to the perfect feeling of having him inside me.
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, half-moons against his soft cheeks, constellations of freckles shining around them. “Noah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad I have you in my corner.”
One hand caressed my cheek. “You’ll always find me there.”
And then he pulled back and thrust again. And again. The motion made my entire body pulse with need as I constantly moved my hips, trying to invite him closer. My thighs trembled, and I was thankful to be sitting.
He moved inside me until I could feel his cock twitch inside me, like a rhythm. My head fell forward, saved by Noah’s shoulder. I sucked a bruise on his shoulder, kissing it better afterward.
My ankles crossed behind his back and my heels dug in. If only I could melt fully into him. His thrusts moved from slow and steady to fast and hard, his hands on my back keeping me stable. Pleasure zipped up my spine.
Composure transitioned to clumsiness on both of our parts as we fully lost it. We both let out a giggle, followed by a moan when he slipped out and had to nudge his cock back inside. All I could focus on was how smoothly he slid in and out. How good it felt.
“Sweetheart, you have to tell me”—he paused for a grunt when I clenched around him—“what you need.”
