“That sound had nothing to do with your fingers being cold,” he assures me. “There’s a very hot woman in my bed, putting her hands on me, and I like it a little too much.”
I roll my eyes at him calling me hot. Beautiful, maybe, in a girl-next-door way, but my boobs aren’t big enough and my waist isn’t small enough for hot.
Noah shakes his head then goes back to kissing me, which isn’t what I thought we would be doing, but my toes are literally curling from it.
“What do you like?” Noah asks me.
I freeze, because I have no idea.
“This,” I try, but he looks at me like he wants more. “I’m not sure. We were mostly sneaking around, so there wasn’t really time to…” I try to explain in a way that doesn’t make me feel inexperienced and pathetic.
“Were you a bad girl, Peaches?” Noah asks with a teasing smile.
“You like that?” I channel someone way more confident than me.
“I like you.” He leans in to kiss me. “How about I do what I like, and you let me know if you want more or less of it?”
“Okay.” I nod, relieved, as the butterflies go wild in my stomach. Not in fear, but anticipation.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Noah says, capturing my mouth with his as he lays me on my back.
I let out a nervous giggle when his lips brush my earlobe.
“Less,” I hiss, trying to hold it in.
He gets a gleam in his eyes, like it’s something he might revisit later, before lifting my hair so he can feather kisses along my neck and clavicle. I sigh as my breathing gets shallow.
“I take it that’s a more?”
“Definitely.” I nod.
His lips stay in place while his hand travels down the side of my body. I take a sharp intake of breath when he runs his fingers over the fabric covering my breasts, making my nipples harden, before he continues his way down, outlining my hip until he reaches the hem of my dress.
He leaves my neck and looks into my eyes while fisting the black material.
“More,” I manage, nodding as his mouth covers mine.
His hand goes to my bare thighs and he groans, like he’s been staring at them all night and is finally allowed to touch them. He doesn’t break the kiss, but his hand slides up my thigh, stopping at the lacy hem of my underwear, which seems to surprise him, but I can’t be certain, because I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing.
“More or less?” he asks, knuckles grazing my clit through the lace. It feels so good that I wonder if women can come from just this.
He’s still expecting an answer, so I nod, incapable of speech, but he pulls his hand back and waits until I say, “More,” to slip a finger under the damp material. “Don’t feel bad if you can’t—” I cut myself off with a moan as he runs a finger along my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Savannah.”
“I’m sorry.” Part of me is embarrassed, but the bigger part is lost to sensation as he dips his thumb into my wetness before using it to circle my clit.
“Hey.” Noah’s tone is sharp, and he waits until my eyes lock onto his before continuing. “You have nothing to apologize for or be self-conscious about. I love how wet this makes you, and I will gladly spend as much time as it takes down here making you feel good. There’s no pressure to have an orgasm tonight, as long as you’re having fun, because I sure as hell am.”
I wonder at that, but then he pushes a finger inside me, and I no longer give a damn.
“More,” becomes my chant rather than an actual word as he adds another finger, slowly pumping in and out of me while his thumb puts pressure on my clit. His kiss brings me even closer to the edge, but I’ve managed this much on my own. It’s the release that always eludes me, no matter how hard I chase it.
It’s silly to think Noah is magic and I’ll get an orgasm tonight, but I am thoroughly enjoying his efforts, involuntarily making sounds you mostly hear in pornos. Noah, however, is not giving up. He’s looking down at me with concentration but also with a smile, like he’s truly enjoying himself. Then he adds another finger and I still, clenching my thighs together.
“Are you okay? More or less?”
I think he tries to remove his hand, but I clamp down harder.
