We fall through the door of his bedroom. I made a mental note to ask for the tour later, but right now, this is what we both need. The past two months felt like a lifetime. I was always good at locking away my feelings, but now that box is open, I can’t control it. I am feral for this man. My back hits the mattress, his firm body covering mine.
“I need you, right now,” I pant.
He removes his shirt, and when his toned, tanned abs come into view, I fight the urge to run my tongue along his rippled muscles. He stands in front of me shirtless, in his camouflage military pants, and his dog tags on his broad chest, and Dear Lord, this man might ruin me, and I’d probably thank him. The idea of fucking him while he’s in uniform ramps up my need for him.
He helps me sit before taking off my boots one by one, and pulls my dress over my head in one quick swoop, revealing my exposed breasts and a black lace thong. Noah tilts his head to the side with a smirk.
“No bra, Miss Walker?
I shake my head slowly, reaching for the belt on his pants. “Let me.” My words are slow and breathless, and he raises his hands in surrender.
“All yours, darlin’.”
I tug him closer, unfastening his belt and popping the button, watching in fascination as his muscles grow taut with every brush of my fingers along his hot skin. Before I tug down his pants, I press soft kisses below his naval, and he hisses at the contact. My tongue trails across his Adonis belt.
He brushes the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, and my mouth falls open. “Tori, baby, you’re killing me here.”
“Patience, sir,” I say before I take his thumb in my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue over the tip. A growl, deep within his core, erupts, and I decide to give this man exactly what we both want. I tug down his briefs, his erect cock springing free, and my gaze lands on his leaking tip.
He’s so big, I forgot. I worry for just a second I won’t be able to do this again, there’s been no one since Noah, I don’t think there ever will be, but when he murmurs, “You can take it, darlin’,” I’m gone.
I take his cock in my mouth, and we both moan. My hot tongue swipes over the tip, lapping up the beads of pre cum.
“Fuuuuckkk.” He moans, his head thrown back as he grips my head, spurring me on. I want to make this man happy in all the ways he makes me.
I work his cock, using a hand to cup his balls and massage them gently as my head bobs and I open up my throat, my eyes watering as I take all of him.
“Tori, baby, if you…” His words are cut short when I use my other hand to pump his cock, my tongue flicking over his sensitive tip.
Suddenly, I’m pulled to my feet, and his mouth crashes down on mine.
“Why did you stop me?” I say against his lips.
“Because the only place I’m coming tonight is inside that tight pussy of yours,” he says on a pained exhale.
Oh. My. God.
Sweet Noah is everything, but sexy, dirty-talking Noah. Holy shit. I fear I’ll never recover.
He pulls off his boots and pants in record time and guides me back onto the mattress. When he leans over me, his chain with his military dog tags hangs and sways as he settles between my legs. I wrap my fingers around the tags and press the embossed metal into my palm, and pull him closer.
His mouth finds mine, and I want to beg him to fuck me into the mattress, but I say nothing.
“Say it, Tor.” His hot breath fans across the skin of my neck.
“What?” I ask, not understanding him.
“You want to say something, so say it, darlin’.”
I still. How the hell does this man know?
“I know you. Now say it ,Tor. There’s no secrets between us, remember?”
I worry my bottom lip and take a deep breath.
“I want you to fuck me. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Please.” I say the last word so softly I think he may have missed it.
“Darlin’, you are anything but fragile. Let me get a condom.” He attempts to move, but my hands clamp down on his bulging biceps.
