"Some call it the Venus Belly."He covers my stomach with both hands."And I happen to find it fuckingintoxicating."
I would call bullshit, but I'm too busy gasping at the delicacy of his kisses across my belly, each one hot as a firebrand, each one erasing a psychological scar.
His mouth drifts inexorably lower, and my belly tightens in anticipation, curling in as he kisses his way to my waistband.
And then I'm on my belly, flipped over before I know what's happening, arms outstretched, cheek to the coarse fibers of a throw pillow.Noah's hands hook into the elastic at the small of my back.Hesitate.And then in a single rough yank, my leggings are gone, and my panties with them.
I'm naked.
Blindfolded.
Hands tied.
Panting through my teeth, squirming.
"Noah?"
I can't feel him.
"Where are you?"
"Here," he whispers, and his lips touch my left shoulder blade."Here."A kiss to my back, down low near the swell of my bottom."And here."Another kiss to the back of my thigh.
I feel him at my feet, and then his lips dance over the Achilles of my right foot.The left.Right calf, left.The back of one knee, back of the right.thighs.Higher, higher.
And then, oh god…his lips skitter across my buttocks, and his hands follow, teasing and cupping as his lips kiss and stutter, sliding and squeezing as his lips dance and dart.
He kisses his way up my spine and his hands follow upward to either side of his mouth.He presses the hot hard length of his body flush against mine, and I feel the thick shaft of his erection nestled between my ass cheeks, and for a moment I'm filled with raw, blind lust, desperate to feel him inside me, to have him lift my hips and spear into me, fill me, ravage me, fuck me.
"Noah!"I gasp, tilting my hips up to rub against him.
He ignores my plea—the verbal one and the silent, physical one; his erection vanishes and the hot slide of his body on mine is gone, leaving me cold and weightless and aching for touch.His lips caress the back of my neck, and then slide against the shell of my ear.
"Are you wet for me, Morgan?"His voice is a scorching breath on my ear.
My sex gushes at his question, desire dripping through me."You know I am."
"You are what?Say it out loud, Morgan."
"I'm wet for you."
"What's wet for me?"
I redden, cheeks hot."Noah."
"Don't be shy."
I laugh breathlessly."I never been accused of being shy."
"Then tell me."His voice drops in volume until I can barely hear him.“Tell me the filthy, sinful, beautiful truth, honey."
"My pussy is soaked for you, Noah," I hear myself say, the words tumbling out in a rush.
"I'm not sure I believe you," he breathes."Gonna have to investigate…firsthand."
I snort in laughter."Ohmigod, sex puns, Noah?"The laughter morphs into a breathy moan when he carves his hand over my ass and down between my thighs, where his fingers tease over my slick seam.
"You'redripping, Morgan," he whispers.His fingers ease inside me, eliciting a whimper; he explores my pussy with his fingers, and the wet, squelching, sucking noises make me twist and cringe and writhe."Hear that, Morgan?How wet you are for me?"
