We’re a mess, steps away from the tent and unable to wait any longer as our hands roam each other’s bodies, clawing at each other's clothes. His hands slide under my shirt, feeling up my abs and up to my chest.
I lift my arms and let him take my shirt off over my head before he comes back to reconnect our lips.
Noah begins kissing and nibbling down my neck as I push my hands down the front of his waistband, feeling his stiffness and giving it a long stroke. It’s enough to set me off, his warm touch sending me into a frenzy.
“Noah, get inside,” I growl, lips brushing his.
I need more and I need it now.
Without another word, he pushes off me, and unzips the tent, sliding his way through.
Asif I needed any further evidence of why I’m hooked on this man, upon entering, I’m greeted by him face down, ass in the air, awaiting further instructions. Only the moonlight shining through giving him a spotlight.
“Noah.” I draw in a sharp breath, zipping up the tent, unable to look away as I sink to my knees. He’s all I want.This.Forever.
He turns his head, peering at me over his shoulder. “I want to be good for you.” His voice comes out dripping with lust.
I suck in a breath, squeezing the base of my cock through my black sweatpants. “Look at you.”
“Let me make you happy,” he breathes.
I shuffle closer to him, admiring how good and tight his asshole looks.
“You want to make me happy?” I grab onto his ass cheek, dipping my thumb into my mouth before rubbing around his rim.
He nods his head. “Yes, that's all I want, sir.” He moves his hands behind his back and clasps his wrist tight.
Fuck.That move of his will undo me every time. The sight of him like this is almost too much.
I bite my lip to stifle my groan that wants to escape so badly.
Grabbing ahold of his wrist to steady myself, I press my thumb inside his ass. He winces and I can feel him tense around me. “Shhh,” I say, pulling his hips towards me. “You want to make me happy, you’re gonna let me fuck this tight ass.” I can’t help myself. I bury my face in his ass, licking every inch, as I slip my thumb inside. Listening to the sounds it pulls from him makes it even better. It’s like he’s trying his hardest to keep it together.
Hell, so am I.
I look for the lube we strategically left out, easy to grab.
Popping off the cap, I make quick work at opening him up with my fingers, while I switch between my fingers and my tongue.
Noah shows me how badly he wants it by backing himself onto my fingers.
“There you go. Fuck yourself open for me,” I say, barely doing any prodding myself. I collect some saliva in my mouth before spitting it on his hole, watching it drip before pushing it inside with my fingers. The sight of it is fucking wonderful.
“Mmmmph,” Noah mumbles. He’s a muttering mess at this point, which is perfect.
I squeeze his wrists tight in my right hand.
“God, I can’t wait to get inside of you,” I mutter, watching my fingers sink in and out. It feels like forever since our weekend alone. I’m desperately needing inside of him.
I’m dying for it.
“You want more?” I pull my fingers out gently and hoist his hips, aligning him with mine. He gasps, bracing himself.
I settle into position, spreading my legs out under him.
He looks back, seeing what I’m doing.
“You want it? Show me,” I order, letting go of his wrists.
