“Lick me. Suck me. Fuck me. Do what you do best.”
I laugh softly. She doesn’t beg even when she’s completely exposed and vulnerable. She commands, as though in her deepest conscience she knows I won’t fail her.
My tongue runs over her hot, dripping core. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard. Her pelvis lifts from the bed as though touched by a live wire, and a choked cry shudders out of her. Her chest rises and falls and her breasts jiggle, the tips pointed skyward. Her mouth is parted as she sucks in air, and her hair is a beautiful mess around her shoulders and neck.
I bury my face in her, licking and sucking her sweetness. The tensing of her muscles and the sexy sounds she makes are the best reward. I could eat her pussy forever.
Her heels dig into my back as she flexes her legs. I move up slightly and devour her as I push two fingers into her slick pussy. She tightens around them instantly, tight and greedy. I move them hard, ruthlessly pushing her to her climax. She grips my hair, holds me tight, rocking against my face.
Oh yes.
I give her all that she wants. Her breathing grows impossibly shallow and fast. Her entire body starts to tremble as another orgasm rushes toward her, ready to break.
Her back arches. “Noah. Oh my God,” she sobs out her bliss, her fingers clenching against my scalp. I give her another push, so she can fall into another climax.
She convulses again against my face and around my fingers, tasting even sweeter in her orgasm. I suck her even harder, thrusting three fingers inside her, filling her and stretching her, rubbing against the little bump in her pussy.
She doesn’t get to come down from the high before she screams again. Her voice breaks as she whispers my name over and over again, while saying, “Please.”
I kick off my shoes and shed my pants and underwear in a nanosecond. I’m so hard, I feel like my dick’s going to break if I don’t get inside her. I grab a condom from the box I brought and have in my pocket—boy scouts aren’t the only ones who’re prepared—and I sheathe myself fast.
Then, kissing her, I push inside, filling her still convulsing pussy.
She’s so wet, so soft and so welcoming. A missing piece of my life and a homecoming rolled into one. I go slowly, fisting the sheets and trying not to embarrass myself by coming after only one thrust, but it’s been so damn long.
She gasps, then brings her hands to my cheeks, cradling my face. When she does this, I could give her my soul and never miss it.
I shift my pelvis to the angle that gives her the most pleasure, then drive into her. We kiss, our tongues tangling in a carnal dance. She moves with me, deepening each thrust and driving me crazy. When she’s greedy for me like this…
My control slips away.
An animalistic groan tears from my throat, and I push into her hard and fast, air sawing in and out of my lungs. The blood in my veins is so heated, I feel seared from the inside out.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she urges.
Fuck. Her voice is an aphrodisiac I can’t resist. I’m too close. Reaching between our bodies to rub the pad of my thumb against her clit, I plunder her. She spasms, her pussy gripping my dick hard. It pushes me over. My fingers dig into her ass as I shudder and empty myself.
Then I hold her like she’s the greatest treasure in my life. Because she is.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bobbi
I groan as muscles not generally used ache in protest of last night’s vigorous sex. The gap between the curtains lets in the light, which looks like late morning. But then I needed the sleep.
Thank God it’s Sunday.
Despite the soreness, I feel fantastic. I haven’t had so many orgasms in one night in a long time—not since Noah ghosted me. And as much as I like my toys, they can’t deliver the intensity and intimacy Noah can. It’s ironic that the man who’s disappeared on me more than anybody else also gives me the most intense emotional connection I’ve ever felt.
Feeling silly-happy, I roll face-down and slide my cheek along the sheet. It’s a bit warm—so he hasn’t been up for long—and it smells like him. A small voice warns me to be wary. After all, where’s the proof he’s changed? But at the same time, I promised to give him a chance. Doubting him wouldn’t be fair. And constantly worrying about bad outcomes won’t help the situation.
Still, that doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore what he’s done wrong. He needs to explain his behavior. Why didn’t he show up? Why didn’t he call? Why did he ghost me over and over again? He needs to offer some real answers if he’s serious about wanting to be part of my life. We can’t keep doing the same thing and expect a different result.
Noises come from the kitchen. Noah must be looking for food—maybe even nonexistent croissants—there. He might be entertaining Señor Mittens, too. I’m stunned my cat isn’t here in bed with me, demanding to be petted and fussed over.
I stretch, then roll over and out of bed. Time to grab a quick shower and start the day. I walk into the master bathroom naked, then stare at myself in the mirror. What the…?
Hickeys cover my torso, like somebody carpet-bombed me with kisses. Noah was acting jealous, but I thought he got over it once we started to make out.
