“Yes, Noah,” I breathe. “God,yesssss. I want this.”
I’m already reaching for the hem of his shirt, but I’m way too short so he takes a step back, breaking our connection to whip it up and over his head. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of all that wet glistening skin. The broad expanse of his chest, the rock-hard abs tapering down to slim hips, that tantalizing little scruff of dark hair that disappears below the waistline of his jeans … I’ve never seen a more beautiful male body.
But I don’t want him to change his mind, so with a near herculean effort I snap myself out of it and get to work on discarding my own clothing. Panting breaths and the wet plop of fabric as it’s flung to the floor is all that can be heard as we work to disrobe. With the material plastered to our bodies, it’s not the sensual moment it could be; our movements sloppy, clumsy, and filled with urgency. I lament my lack of gracefulness while wriggling out of my wet tights, but the flare in Noah’s eyes when I finally straighten, completely bare before him, is enough to reassure me that he’s not turned off in the slightest.
It’s the complete opposite, in fact.
He clears the distance between us again in a single stride, his proud cock bouncing. There’s a bead of pre-cum on the tip and I lick my lips in anticipation. How badly I want to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I’m just about to do so when he reaches out and grips my chin in his hand. He tilts my head forcing me to meet his eyes. Those deep brown pools are dark with desire.
“No panties,” he comments softly.
“Nope,” I whisper.
There’s a low rumble from deep in his chest and then his hands are under my ass and he’s lifting me into his arms as though I’m weightless. My legs wrap around him automatically and I’m forced to lean back a little, my bump cradled snuggly between us. It does nothing to affect his balance, though, as he carries me purposefully through the kitchen and into the adjoining living room. I expect to be tossed down onto the couch, but he surprises me by turning around and seating himself so that I’m straddling him.
Noah reclaims my mouth with fervor simultaneously gripping my waist and guiding me to grind against him. I work my hips in a tight circular rhythm. His weeping cock is nestled snuggly between the wet lips of my pussy and his crown rubs deliciously against my clit with each pass. He breaks our kiss to move his attention back to my chest licking a stripe between the valley of my breasts before again claiming a turgid peak. My back bows and I moan. The sweet suction almost gets me there, tension building low in my belly with each pull from his hot mouth. I’m writhing on his lap and mewling in desperation.
I want him inside me.
Ineedhim inside me.
“Noah,” I whine.
“Not yet, kitten.”
I shudder. His grip on my hips tightens to bruising and he increases my pace, dragging me roughly back and forth against his cock.
My nerves are tingling, I’m teetering on the precipice.
So close.
The slick sounds of our movements only serve to increase my desperation. I want to come. No, I want to be filled. I need–
And then I break with a loud shriek, throwing my head back as electricity zings through my body. I’m lost as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms my senses and dark spots dance before my eyes.
Noah holds me steady through my release until my muscles finally go loose and I slump against him with a contented sigh.
And then … I giggle.
I can’t help it.
“Oh my God, Noah, we totally just humped on my couch like teenagers,” I gasp.
And it was the hottest thing.
He gives me a little smirk, sharing briefly in my humor, then shocks me with a stinging slap to my backside. I straighten up in surprise, my inner walls fluttering in response.
Oh fuck that was hot.
Slowly I raise my eyes to meet Noah’s burning gaze.
“You like that,” he murmurs, and I bite my lip. It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.
Reaching between us he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, moving up to circle my clit then back down to tease along my opening. I watch with bated breath as he then proceeds to slick my gathered arousal over his thick shaft, stroking and twisting, grunting while he prepares himself to invade my body.I’d thought I might have built him up in my mind, but nope, he really is as big as I remembered–thicker, even–than I’d recalled in my daydreams. There’s a dark throbbing vein that runs the length of his shaft and the head is swollen and near-purple with need.
“Now you ride it,” Noah orders darkly and I let out a whimper at his command. It’s so damn sexy when he gets all bossy like this.
Without a word, I line myself up and sink down on him. Slowly … so slowly as my body works to accept him. The stretch is obscene, borderline painful, and I let out a long low moan, my inner muscles clamping down hard at the intrusion.
