“I’m sweet enough,” I murmur.
“Fucking right.”
Noah wastes no time taking off my shirt and unclasping my bra. His lips are on one breast and his hand on the other in seconds, and I clamp my teeth onto my lower lip to keep from crying out. As much as I love the attention he is lavishing on them, I want to kiss him, so grab his face and lift it. Any protest dies as my mouth fuses to his, and he gives back as good as he’s getting, his hands sliding around to unbutton my jeans.
He tilts and lowers me onto the couch and drags them off, pausing to stare at me a moment. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, at the same time I don’t want to break the moment. Noah does that all by himself when he grips the side of my panties with both hands and rips them.
I gasp as the fabric tears and he pushes it aside, gliding his fingers around and spearing them inside me. I’m wet enough from his kisses but the shock of it has me arching up, and he takes full advantage, grabbing a handful of my hair and biting my nipple.
His fingers scissor inside of me and he places his mouth over mine to swallow the moans, shifting at the same time to push his sweatpants out of the way and get up on the couch. Pushing my legs apart he lays over me.
“Fuck,” he groans. His face is conflicted and I don’t understand why he’s stopped.
“Are you on birth control?” he growls out.
“Yes.” I answer straight away and stare at him.
“I don’t have any condoms down here and I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
It’s reckless for so many reasons, but I nod, and forget all of them when he starts to push inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as he slips in. “That feels so good, I feel every part of you, so tight and fucking wet.”
His thrusts are shallow at first as he gets used to it. I almost ask him if we should stop, remember all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but he starts to push in deeper and grabs hold of my thigh, curling it around his hip, as his mouth comes down on mine.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Cherry?” He whispers against my mouth before stroking his tongue back inside, tangling slowly with mine.
I don’t know, I want to say, because I am confused too. The words stay trapped inside of me. It has to be because he is inside of me, moving slowly, every thrust punctuated by a grunt and his tongue rolling around mine.
Noah runs his hand through my hair as he kisses a path down my chin and jaw, along the column of my neck. His thrusts get deeper and he is groaning too, blowing out deep breaths in rhythm with his thrusts. My head tips back as the feel of his bare cock dragging back and forth makeseverything in me tighten, I feel it coming, same as him as he pulls his head up to watch me.
I tilt my hips to match his thrusts and grip his arms as I start to come.
“Jesus,” Noah’s face scrunches as I squeeze around him and he groans when I let go, my eyes squeezing tight. They open abruptly as he pulls out of me and grabs his cock, his hand moving fast over it, his eyes between my legs.
I can’t help but watch in fascination as he comes, and it hits my stomach. He was right to do it, but I’m disappointed. Except seeing his whole body all locked up, his biceps bulging, and his abdomen tight as he comes makes up for it.
He’s beautiful and I’m in so much trouble because I don’t want this to end.
His chest is heaving as his head falls forward and he opens his eyes to look at me. He stares, and it feels a lot like he owns me, every part of my body. And more.
“Shit, Cherry,” he sighs, catching his breath. “That was hot,” he grins. “I made a mess of you.”
All I can do is nod. He rolls up and gets off me, then holds out a hand and helps me to my feet. “Let’s go clean you up.”
He grabs the baby monitor and we head upstairs. This time, he gets in the shower washing his cum off me. Then he lowers onto his knees and does what is fast becoming one of my favorite things, driving me to the edge of insanity all over again. When we get out and are drying off, I pull his towel away and lower to my knees.
“Hmm,” he cups the back of my head as I swallow his cock down my throat and he thrusts into me. “Seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is never going to get old, Cherry. Fuck, yeah. You’re gonna let me fuck that throat and take it all, Cherry. Everything.”
I nod and he thrusts even harder, getting a grip of my hair as he moves in and out and I do what he says, reveling in the praise he gives me as I swallow every last drop. He leans against the counter as I get to my feet, his eyes on me.
“You might have broken me,” he smirks at me.
“I hope not,” I give him a cheeky wink and walk out of the bathroom to the sound of his amused laughter.
What happens now? Noah comes up behind me and presses into my back. He’s naked and firm and I melt back against him. He doesn’t say anything as he kisses my neck, then walks around me to pull the covers back. When he nudges me, I go willingly and we get into the bed together.
It’s not the first time he’s slept beside me, but this feels different. So much more. And after what we did downstairs, the trust we both placed in each other…
