"That's fair."He rights my sleeves, my neckline.His thumb grazes my lips, tugs my lower lip down."I can kiss you again, though, right?"
I playfully nip his thumb."I suppose."
Joke's on me—he kisses me like it's the last thing he'll do before execution—desperately, hungrily, aggressively, skillfully.
Have Ieverbeen kissed like this?Don't think so.If I have, I don't remember, and it seems like something I'd remember.
My heart does flip-flops and my stomach falls away and my hands bunch in his shirt, find hot skin and hard muscle.I delve my tongue into his mouth and give in to my own need.His tongue soars against mine and searches my mouth, and his thumbs ghost over my cheekbones and his fingertips trace the shells of my ears and I feel his arousal growing under me and I see in my mind the outline of his cock straining against the thin black fabric.I see the plump head and the groove of the glans and the long shaft, and I feel it under me, and I want him.I need him.
God, I need more.
The birdsong fades, the susurrus of wind through the leaves subsides, and there's only Noah and me and his hard, powerful body and his gentle hands on my nape, my shoulders, my back…cupping my bottom and squeezing.I growl a soft, aroused sound at the grip of his hands on my ass, and I tip forward and sit up a little and kiss him harder.His hands slip down the backs of my thighs, curl around and squeeze my hamstrings, slide back up to cup and caress my denim-clad ass.
Oh god.
God.
I can't breathe for the ache of arousal, the rush of wonder at being kissed like this, with such need, such ferocious hunger.Like I'm everything he's ever wanted.
God, it feels good.Better than any orgasm I've ever given myself.
Is an emotional orgasm a thing?
My palms scrape over his nipples and he growls, nips my lower lip and plunders my mouth all over again, more savagely than ever.His hands rake up my sides under my shirt, and then his hands are covering my breasts over my bra, and my nipples are tight and hard and aching.
My sex pulses, throbs.I grind on him, and he shifts me so I'm straddling one thigh and his hard quad is all I need to rub against, riding him, grinding on his leg as I dig my fingers into his pecs and whimper into his kiss and arch my back to press my tits into his hands and heat billows through me and I'msoclose,right there, hovering on the cusp of climax, undulating on him, against him.
He reacts before I do—voices in the distance and quickly nearing.All at once I'm sitting on the bench beside him and gasping through kiss-swollen lips and pressing my thighs together to assuage the ache between them.
Just in time.
A tall, whipcord lean, balding man wearing Lyra shorts and an expensive long-sleeve running shirt pads past, followed immediately by a woman—short and lean and similarly attired.They both have mud splattered on their calves, butts, and backs from running through places where the sun never shines enough to dry out the mud.
They both toss a brief, panted "hey," at us as they pass.
I'm giggling uncontrollably."Holy shit, that was close."
Noah seems far less amused than I am."Thatwas close, oryouwere close?"
I bite my lip, look away."Yup!"
"Morgan, we—"
I shoot up off the bench."Oh, look, a hiking trail!"I start walking before I do something totally insane, like let him finish the job right there on the bench like some sort of exhibitionist…which, to be clear, I amnot.
He chuckles and follows me, catching up in a few strides."Hiking it is."
I expect more of a reaction.I spend the first few minutes tensed and waiting for him to say something—to complain, or pull me aside and try to start it up again.He doesn't, which confuses me.So, I spend the next few minutes just as tense, wondering why not.Finally, I can't take the wondering anymore.
"You're okay with just…stopping like that?"
He shrugs, nods, smiles."Sure.I told you I'm not gonna rush or push.You specifically said that you're too self-conscious to go too far in public.And honestly, I'm not into public displays, either.I just got carried away.Kissing you is…" he trails off.
I steal a glance at him."Is what, Noah?"
“Intoxicating.Addicting."
Butterflies flutter in my stomach."I got carried away, too."
