GABE
Relief and heat flicker in my stomach as Noah laces our fingers together, whispering, “Come with me.”
My knees go a little weak. I love his voice when it goes low like that. I nod, letting him lead me down the hall. The anticipation is building under my skin, all fluttery and needy, and threaded with something fragile. Nerves. Hope. Trust.
The bedroom light is golden, early evening light turning everything soft. He turns toward me, backlit by the window, his eyes looking impossibly dark. When he steps close, my breath catches.
His mouth touches mine, gentle and coaxing, and my whole body eases under it. Every kiss works tension from my shoulders, my back, my chest. He takes his time. He always does. And every second of it feels like he’s telling me I’m safe. Wanted. Loved.
His fingers skim my clothes, undressing me slowly. He drags his mouth over each piece of bare skin he reveals. My body reacts on instinct—hips tipping toward him, breath turning shallow, heat building.
When he guides me to the bed, he murmurs onto my lips, “How do you want to lie?”
My brows furrow, and he tilts his head with a kind smile. “Stomach or back?”
A choice. My choice.
“Oh, um… back?” I reply before adding. “I want to see your face.”
He beams at me before pecking my lips. “I want to see your face, too.”
I lie down as a wave of vulnerability moves through me so strong it almost knocks the air out of my lungs. I grip the sheets for a second, grounding myself. This is different. This is new. This is something I asked for.
He climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs. He grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”
I do, and he places it beneath me so my ass is elevated. It makes me blush, being this exposed. His fingers glide down my stomach, careful caresses, like he’s enjoying the simple pleasure of his hands on me. There’s no grab, no push, no hint of demand. Just Noah.
“You just relax for me,” he murmurs, kissing my sternum with heated lips. “All I want in life is to make you feel good.”
My eyes slip shut for a second as I breathe hard, the mix of nerves and desire so close to the surface it makes me shiver. His voice… his voice does something to me. That promise. That certainty.
He kisses down my chest and stomach one slow inch at a time. Each touch pulls a soft whimper from me. His teeth graze lightly, teasing, followed by the warm, soothing stroke of his tongue. My back arches, my thighs clenching around his legs. It all feels… so tender. So good.
When he reaches my cock, he places gentle kisses down the length of me. His knuckles graze my taint, and I jolt atthe sensation. When his thumb lightly caresses my crease, my nerves peak, heart hammering, fingers gripping tightly in the sheets.
“It’s just me, baby,” he whispers, kissing my pubic bone. “I’ll make sure it feels good, trust me. And if you wanna stop, we stop.”
I inhale, relaxing into the mattress. I plant my feet on the bed and let my legs fall open. And then he spreads me, hands gentle but firmly, and it feels like I’m thrown off my axis. Air hits me first, cool and shocking. Then his breath as he blows a stream of air directly on my rim, making me twitch.
He groans deeply, the sound long and drawn out. “So fuckingpretty, baby.”
Heat rushes to my face, all the way down my throat, my chest. I let out a helpless whine, embarrassed and burning and wanting.
He doesn’t tease me. He knows everything it took to ask him for this, and as expected, he treats that knowledge with importance. The first swipe of his tongue over my hole steals every thought from my head. I gasp loudly, my hips jerking forward. The sensation is nothing like anything I’ve ever felt. A warm and tingling sensation spreads through me.
His hands tighten where they cradle my ass, holding me open as he sinks deeper into it. The sounds he’s making are like fuel to a fire. His tongue moves again. And again. Andagain. Wet, filthy drags that make my stomach flip, my thighs tremble. I can feel every circle, every press, every sinful curl of his tongue opening me, tasting me, worshipping me.
“There you go, baby,” he rasps between licks. “You’re perfect. So good for me. This tight little hole is driving me wild.”
God, he’s filthy. My lips part on a long, whimpering moan. Something bright and hot and emotional rises—because thismoment means so much to me. Because I can hear how much he wants me in his voice.
I don’t mean to move, but my hips tilt toward him, desperate for more of that heat, that pressure, the feeling of being wanted so deeply. My movements unintentionally break the connection with his lips. And when I look down at him, the sight steals all the air from my lungs. His chest is heaving, lips wet and swollen, hooded eyes black as water in the night.
My face is flaming. He’s staring at my hole, mouth parted like he’s transfixed. I clench just to see his reaction, and the look on his face is close to pained. The sound that leaves him is downright indecent. He drops his head, nuzzling into my crease.
“This fucking ass, I’m losing my goddamn mind over it,” he husks.
“So perfect.” He palms my cheeks.
