When was the last time I washed it? He was used to sexy bras and push-up bras. My skin burned with worry and humiliation when he swallowed so loudly it clicked. He stared at my chest, lips parted, eyes unblinking.
“I know it’s not much,” I said, voice shaking. He wasn’t moving. He was in shock. Maybe with regret? “Noah, it’s okay. We can?—”
“Fuck me.” He bent down and ran his nose along my cleavage, pushing my breasts together as he groaned. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Do you? A million. At least.”
“Wait.” I froze, the shock of his words hitting me in the heart. “What?”
He cupped my breasts, inhaling hard as he met my eyes. “I’ve thought about this for years. The feel of you under me. The softness of your skin. The sounds you make.” He rubbed his lips together. “The color of your nipples. The shape of them when I suck them. Holy shit, Em.” Noah closed his eyes, still frozen.
I used that time to lean up and take off my bra. I lay on his table, chest bare, heart racing, as Noah remained with eyesclosed. “Noah, look at me. Taste me. Find out the sounds I make when you suck them.”
He snapped. His mouth parted again as his eyes flared. His expression wasn’t a normal lust-filled one either. It was manic, frenzied. He bent down and squeezed one breast in his hand, my nipple hard and prickling with want. He then sucked. His mouth was warm, hot and hurried as he sucked my beaded tip with a tenderness that I hadn’t expected. I thought he’d be wild and intense, but no. Noah teased my nipple with his tongue, then teeth, all gentle and soft. He moved to the other one and repeated the process, each lash of his tongue causing a ripple of heat to shoot down my body.
“Oh mygod,”I moaned, arching my hips as Noah played with my breasts and nipples. He was unreachable at this point. I pulled his hair, mewing as pleasure and pressure built in my core. “Noah,Noah.”
“Perfect. You areperfect.” His voice was a rumble of lust and passion and reverence. He dragged his tongue down my stomach again, biting to the right of my belly. His body made small movements toward me, like he was thrusting into the air, and the notion my body turned him on got me hotter than before. “I could spend hours here. Can I? Just, leave me here.”
“Noah,” I chuckled, the sound quickly turning into a moan. “Your mouth feelsso good.”
“You like my teeth.” He tugged a nipple in his mouth, looking up at me with it still in his mouth. He pulled it, then released it. “You moan when I do that.”
I groaned when he released it, fascinated by how quickly he was learning my body. “I-I didn’t know I liked that so much.”
“I want to learn everything. What you like, love, hate, or fantasize about, baby.” He sucked again, this time, his brows furrowing. He bucked, his eyes wide as he moaned, loud and deep and sudden. His eyes almost crossed as he moaned againstmy breast, sweat beading along his forehead as he eventually stilled.
My mind was slow to catch up. It was almost… as if… ”Noah?” I asked, my heart racing. “What happened?”
His ears turned red, but he didn’t stop teasing or sucking. If anything, he moved faster now. “I’d be embarrassed, but I can’t seem to find it in me.”
“Embarrassed?”
“Yes, Em.” He kissed my stomach again, then dragged his face between my thighs, over the leggings I wore. “I just came in my pants. Because of you. Your sounds. Your body.” He groaned as he dragged his nose over the wet spot of my pants. “Fuck, you smell so good I could come again.”
“Wait.” I sat up, pushing up as I stared at him. “You came in your pants.”
“Yes.” He flashed a smile, glancing down as a wet spot formed on the outside of his gray sweats. “I don’t even care. You are a walking fantasy, one I’ve dreamed about for literal years. But now we have a problem.”
“Problem?” I repeated, still unable to grasp what he was saying. He dreamedof me?He came… in his pants because ofme?
“You haven’t come yet, baby, and I need to know how you sound.” He rubbed his lips together, a new focus on his face. “Do you want to show me how you get yourself off?”
“What?” My face burned red, his question so forward and hot. No one spoke to me like this. Ever.
“I’m happy to take care of you however you want, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So how do you want to come? Your fingers, mine, my mouth, a toy?”
“Noah.” I swallowed, too hot and bothered and wild with lust and questions. “I don’t… this is…I can’t…”
“Hey, shh.” He leaned forward, kissing the side of my mouth,then my lips. He was gentle, reassuring. “You’re tense. Your legs are shaking. You’re close to coming, and I want to help you. I’m desperate and also need to hear you orgasm. I’ve envisioned it for years, baby. I’m telling you. But if you want to stop, I’ll stop. You’re in charge.”
“No one talks to me like this,” I blurted out, thinking of all the horrible things my ex said to me. Then the two random hookups that made me feel used. “Jace told me I was boring. That’s why he cheated.”
“Oh, honey.” Noah’s voice turned tender, even more gentle. “Jace was a piece of shit and wrong. So completely wrong. You are remarkable, and I’m going to make it my life’s mission to remove any thought of him from your mind.”
Tears sprang to my eyes, one escaping. I felt so foolish. So stupid. I was crying after someone was kind to me. And of course, it was Noah.
“Hey, whoa.” He bent over and kissed the tear, wiping the remnants with his thumb. “Explain this.”
“I’m so sorry.”
