His hands slide down to my waist, gripping my ass, and then he effortlessly lifts me into his arms. I gasp against his mouth, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. I shamelessly grind my aching pussy against his erection, my clit pulsing with need.
Noah carries me across the small apartment to the kitchen area, his mouth never leaving mine. He sets me down on theedge of the small dining table, the cool wood a shock against the backs of my thighs.
He steps back just enough to look at me, his hands on my knees, slowly pushing them apart. His gaze is molten, possessive, as he drinks in the sight of me perched on his table.
"I'm starving," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "And I'm going to have a feast of you."
Oh God. My core clenches with need. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a tiny little squeak.
Noah seems to like my inability to form words as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I lift my hips to help, and he tosses the lacy fabric aside.
Then he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands spreading my thighs wider, and my breath stutters in my chest.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his breath warm against my inner thigh. "I could do this every day for the rest of my life and never get enough."
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, and thought becomes impossible.
Noah takes his time, alternating between long, slow licks and focused attention that makes my toes curl. He pushes a long finger inside my greedy pussy, pressing against the front wall to stimulate my clit from the inside as his tongue continues its relentless assault with devastating skill.
I try to stay quiet, hyperaware that my children are sleeping in the house above, but soft moans escape despite my best efforts. I bite my lip, one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other tangling in Noah's hair.
My wings spread wide behind me, fluttering with each spike of pleasure, their tips brushing against the table edge and adding another layer to the overwhelming stimulation.
Noah hums against me, the vibration sending shock waves through my body. Then he curls his finger inside me while his mouth closes around my clit as he sucks, hard.
My orgasm hits fast and hard, crashing over me like a tidal wave. My thighs clamp around Noah's head, my back arching off the table, and I have to close my hand over my mouth to muffle the cry that tears from my throat.
Noah works me through it, not letting go until I lie limp on the table.
I'm still trembling when he rises from his knees, his mouth glistening. My gaze fastens on his erection, straining against the fabric of his pants. The sight sends a fresh wave of heat through my already sensitized body.
"Turn around," he commands, his voice rough with barely controlled need.
My eyes widen, but I obey, sliding off the table and turning to press my palms against the cool wood surface. My legs are shaky, and Noah steadies me with a hand on my hip.
I hear the rustle of fabric as he pushes his sweatpants down, then the tear of a condom wrapper. My heart races with anticipation.
Noah's hand slides up my back, pushing my t-shirt up to my shoulders to expose my ass to his view. Then he's pressing against me from behind, his chest to my back, his mouth at my ear.
"I'm going to make you come again," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "And this time, I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."
I whimper, pressing back against him, desperate for him to fill me up.
Noah enters me in one smooth thrust, and we both groan. He's big and hard and he can go deeper inside me from this angle,stretching me deliciously, and I have to press my face against my arms to muffle the sounds escaping my throat.
He sets a hard, fast pace, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts inside me. The table rocks beneath us with each thrust, and Noah reaches around to stroke my clit, his fingers slick.
"Come for me," he growls in my ear, and the command combined with his relentless rhythm sends me over the edge again.
My second orgasm is even more intense than the first, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. I bite down on my forearm to keep from screaming, my whole body shaking.
Noah follows moments later, his rhythm stuttering as he comes with a muffled groan, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.
For several heartbeats, we stay like that, both of us trembling and gasping for breath.
Then Noah pulls out gently, disposing of the condom before gathering me into his arms and carrying me to the small couch. He settles me on his lap, wrapping a throw blanket around my shoulders, and holds me close.
I burrow into his warmth, my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
