What I feel building inside me now eclipses those by several orders of magnitude.
My brain is haywire, the voice of criticism telling me I don't deserve this, he'll get tired of me, he's lying when he says I'm beautiful, as soon as he gets what he wants he's gone, he'll take one look at my fully nude body and be turned off, he'll get into sex and then some part of me that's not supposed to jiggle or flap will jiggle or flap and he'll be nauseated at the sight of me…
Desperate to silence that vicious, vile voice, I clutch at Noah's bearded jawline, whispering in his ear with hissing, breathless intensity."Talk to me, Noah.Please.I…I need to hear your voice.Please, Noah."
He nuzzles the tender hollow beneath my earlobe."What do you want me to say, Morgan?"His voice is a low rumble, rough and raw and powerful and erotic."That you're so fucking sexy I can't stand it?"His fingers curl inside me, squelching messily, slick out and smear wetness over my clit and rub in circles, slow and then faster and faster until my hips grind and pump against his touch.
“Yes," I gasp.“All of that.Please.”
"You wanna hear that I spent twenty fucking minutes in the shower yesterday, thinking about you?"Faster, faster his fingers fly, driving the raging edge of climax closer and closer, leaving me shaking and whimpering and unable to hold the rhythm as his fingers swipe over my clit with blurring speed."You wanna hear that, Morgan?That I jerked off thinking about you?I imagined this perfect, naked, sexy fucking body and I pictured you just like this, riding me as I made you come?I jerked my cock so fucking hard, Morgan.Thinking about you."
I grip his shoulders for balance, nails digging in hard enough that I'm definitely going to leave marks, and I buck and shudder and grind against his fingers—I’m seconds from coming when he abruptly stops circling and drives his fingers back inside me, halting the topple into climax.I cry out loud in frustration, but the wail of frustration quickly morphs into a scream of ecstasy when he plunges his fingers in and out of me, harder and faster, fucking me with them until I'm forced to collapse forward against him, panting shrill sharp wails as my climax burgeons and crashes through me like a tsunami.
And then he's circling my clit again, and the climax shatters me.
I scream, bury my face in his throat and scream—gyrate on him, grind against him, shuddering and writhing.
"Yes, Morgan!"Noah growls."That's it, honey.Give it to me."
"NOAH!"
"Good girl, Morgan.Love the way you come, y'know that?Sofucking sexy, hearing you scream my name.”He works my clit in slowing circles, plunges his fingers inside me a few times, circles again, dragging my climax to new heights, keeping me shaking and whimpering as wave after wave of intense bliss wracks my shuddering body."My god, Morgan.One more, sweetheart, give me one more."
Another wrenching wave of orgasm has me helplessly, aggressively writhing against Noah, mouth shuddering against the side of his throat.
"God, that's so hot, Morgan," Noah rumbles."Keep coming for me, sweetheart."
It's relentless, this orgasm.It wrenches me, wracks me with paroxysms of ecstasy so intense I have to fight for breath, helpless to do anything but buck and writhe on his lap, raking my nails across his shoulders and upper back.
At last, it starts to subside, leaving me shaken and shaking with shuddering aftershocks.I grip his wrists and pull them away."No—no more, no more.I can't take anymore right now.Oh god.Oh—oh god.Noah.My god."
He slides his hands over my hips to cup my backside, loosely, affectionately.I sling my arms around his neck and breathe raggedly, each exhale a half-moan.
"Ohmigod…Noah!”
He rumbles a self-satisfied laugh."You okay?"
I shake my head."In the best possible way…no."
He presses his nose to my temple and inhales softly, quietly."Morgan…the things I said to you—"
I cover his mouth with mine, tasting his words with his breath as I silence him with a kiss."That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life, Noah."
"I don't know what came over me.You asked me to talk to you and…" he shrugs."I don't know."
"I really hope you aren't apologizing."I can feel tension in him, pull away and search his features."Hey, you okay?"He's distraught.Visibly upset.I swing off him and kneel facing him from the side."Hey…talk to me.Please?"
He lurches off the couch, jeans sagging to show the dark gray cotton of his boxer briefs.Pacing to the door-wall, he rakes his hands through his hair; his hands shake."I—I'm sorry.Sorry.Not for—for what I said.Just for…for falling apart.Ruining—" a shake of his head, a choked exhale."Fuck."
In the process of…all that…my thong has gotten twisted and bunched.I hastily wriggle out of it and follow Noah across the room."Hey, hey, no."I wrap myself around him from behind, standing on my tiptoes to rest my chin on his shoulder."You haven't ruined anything.Just talk to me.Please?You know you can tell me anything."
He braces his hands on the glass and hangs his head."That was so fucking hot, Morgan.You're sexy as hell and I…"
"You enjoyed it."
"More than I've enjoyed anything in a long, long time."
"And it feels like a betrayal," I guess.
