“Tell me if you want me to move.” I tip my head against the wall and smile. “Or tell me to stay right here and just let you get used to the view.”
Her eyes flick down my chest and back up, and that blush goes pretty and defiant. “Maybe Iamlooking.”
“Good.” I rest my free hand over her heartbeat and feel it kick. “Look all you want.”
She does. Her palm skates over my shoulder, down my arm, and returns to the spot high on my chest she’s already claimed. I don’t correct her, don’t steer. I let her explore, the same way I want for her. When she sighs, I answer with a low sound I don’t bother to swallow.
“You like that?” she asks, a little wonder sneaking in.
“I likeyou,figuring it out in real time.” I angle my face until our mouths are only a hairsbreadth away. “I like your voice when you tell me what you want.”
She bites her lip, then lets it go. “I want… more of your mouth on my skin.”
“Where?” I ask, soft.
She points, shy but sure, and I follow—from her neck to the pulse point down to her gorgeous, stunning breasts. Not big by any means, but they have the most beautiful light-pink nipples, hardened by desire. I work my way down and give each breast the attention it deserves.
Noelle arches into me, wanting it harder, so I nibble oneach perky peak until she’s grinding against me. My dick is so hard it’s aching, and with every front-to-back movement, her body weight takes over and her center covers me.
She melts against me in slow increments, a long surrender that feels like a trust fall. I’m so gone I forget to breathe until she says my name, and I find oxygen again.
“Still good?” I ask.
Grinding. Dry rubbing has never felt this pleasurable.
“Better than good,” she says, her breath punching out on the last word. “This…this feels like I’m here. Not trying to be what someone else wants.”
My jaw tightens on its own atsomeone else, but I let it go. This isn’t about him. This is about her, and the way she’s unfolding in front of me is like a play you designed that finally worked.
“Noelle.” I choke out her name, my voice full of emotion, and I notice a slight shake to it. “You’re the kind of woman that any man in his right mind would want.” I smile into her sternum, kissing her dead center. “The best part about sex is designing your own plays. Making your own playbook.”
She huffs a watery laugh. “You’re such a dork.”
“And you like me that way.”
“I really do.”
I kiss her again to shove these emotions far back.
Be in the moment. Don’t ruin this.
The weight of everything I haven’t said sits heavily in my chest, but I hold the line, keeping it where it belongs—inside me, not between us.
“Teach me how to please you.”
“You are pleasing me. I’ve never been so fucking pleased.”
She shifts, instinct chasing instinct, and I have to catchmy breath. I tighten my arm around her and press my nose to her temple, grinding down on the groan that wants out. She slides down my legs, ass in the air, looking like a cat stretching, and damn if she isn’t tugging down my underwear. “I want to feel you.”
“My cock?” I can hardly contain myself, but inside I’m repeating,Stay slow. Stay present. The point is not to prove anything; the point is to be here with her and let her body talk.
“You’re shaking,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” My laugh scrapes. “You have that effect.”
“Me?” she asks with a lilt in her voice. She truly doesn’t know how fucking sexy she is.
“Absolutely.”
