Apparently, I was a broken record.
He lifted his head, and I felt his palm slide up to cup my cheek. “Look at me, Sasha.”
His gravelly command had my eyes dragging open with an effort. His gaze was hot and deliciously commanding. “We’re not rushing. I’m in charge.”
My mouth dropped open. “What if I want to be in charge?” I retorted.
“Next time. Maybe.”
I was about to argue the point, but that was kind of difficult when he planted another one of his masterful kisses on me. I was wondering if it was possible to climax just from a kiss. Well, a kiss and the pressure of his arousal against my clit.
I was feeling greedy and needy, and I wanted more. I broke free from our kiss, panting before I gasped, “Take your shirt off.”
His eyes held mine in the flickering firelight. He looked way too in control. “We’ll get to that.”
I let out an annoyed sigh, rocking restlessly over his arousal again and protesting, “You know you want to.”
“Oh, I do. Just as I didn’t fuck you against my car in the parking lot, I’m not going to rush this. We can rush another time.”
Then he distracted me utterly and completely when he dragged his tongue in a slow lick along the side of my neck, sliding his palms under my shirt and deftly undoing my bra. The feel of his palms, warm on my bare skin, elicited a ragged moan.
Restless though I was, Noah kept me entirely occupied. He teased my nipples, peeled off my blouse, and somewhere along the way, I tossed off my camisole and bra. He blessedly took off his shirt when I asked again. Begging was a better description of what I did.
He felt decadent, strong and muscled, just as I’d imagined but even better. He had a dusting of hair on his chest that narrowed down over his abdomen. My palms followed the trail, and when I started to unbutton his fly, he took charge yet again. Spinning us around, he stretched me out on the sofa.
I wasn’t sure how, but with a little assist from him, I got my boots off, and he peeled my jeans down. When I moved to hook my thumbs over the elastic band of my panties, he stilled my hands. “Not yet.”
“You still have your jeans on,” I protested.
Once again, any argument with his methods was lost in a storm of sensation. His palms slid up my calves, pressing my knees apart as he dusted kisses over my belly. His touch was firm but light. He dropped kisses on the insanely sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, and I was rolling my hips restlessly, desperate for release. I was wet, drenched with my own arousal. I could feel the dampness between my thighs when he dragged his fingers over the silk, teasing just over my swollen clit.
I thought I might die from need before he finally, finally, dragged my panties off and teased his fingers through my swollen sex. He sank one finger and then another in my channel, and I was convulsing instantly, coming in a noisy rush.
“Oh my,” he said.
I lifted my head. “You were taking too long,” I explained with a sheepish shrug.
“I’d say I was taking it at exactly the right pace,” he murmured. His fingers were still in me, and he drew them out, sinking them in again, the stroke sending pleasure in scattered aftershocks throughout my body.
Before I could think, his mouth was on me. It was all a blur as he teased me expertly to another climax. The light suction on my clit sent me to a shuddering clench that I could hardly stand, but the pressure broke and I came in ragged breaths.
I was barely aware of him moving away, until I felt the cushions give under my knees and I dragged my eyes open. He’d finally taken his jeans off, and I swallowed when I saw his arousal. His cock was long and thick, curving up against his belly. He already had a condom on, and I didn’t even know when that happened.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I ordered.
I savored the feel of his weight coming over me. Everywhere his body touched mine was pure pleasure. He was all hardness to my soft curves. He rested his weight on his elbows on either side of my shoulders. His gaze locked to mine. I could feel the press of his thick crown at my entrance and arched toward him. Because I was that needy. I already wanted more.
Once again, he asked, “Are you sure?”
Curling my legs around his hips, I whispered, “Yes.”
He nudged into me, easing in at first. It was a slow glide, and then he surged inside me, seating himself deeply as he let out a low moan.
Chapter 8
Noah
My forehead fell to Sasha’s, and I couldn’t hold back the rough groan that escaped. Her channel pulsed around me with her satiny, clenching heat. She was snug. It felt so good to be buried inside her that my voice was slurred when I spoke.
“Oh God, you feel so good.”
Her hips nudged against mine. “Noah, I need—”
I’d been trying to keep the grip on my control, but it was slipping. With her soft body pressed against me and her legs embracing me, I could hardly think.
“Hang on, sweetheart.”
Drawing back, I closed my eyes as I filled her again. Her hips bucked against me, like spurs on the flanks of my need. My need was already a racehorse wildly out of control, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pumped into her in long, deep strokes, savoring every sound she made, the feel of her damp dewy skin pressed against mine, and determined to make sure she came once more before I did. I wanted to see her fly apart on my cock.
“Sasha,” I murmured, “look at me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes opened in the dim light from the fire, her hips rising to meet my next thrust. I could feel her pussy already clenching and tightening around me. Reaching between us, I pressed my fingers over her slippery wet clit. Her eyes went wide, and then she bit her lip before she trembled all over and clamped tightly around me.
Then and only then did I let go. With two more strokes, my balls tightened and it felt as if lightning shot from the base of my spine through the top of my head as I pumped my release into her. It was all over but the shouting. She was still rippling around me when I collapsed against her, rolling swiftly so my weight didn’t crush her.
Chapter 9
Sasha
Noah’s hand was warm around mine, and I couldn’t help but giggle, almost startled at the sound. But then, everything about tonight had been beyond startling.
Noah seemed to nudge me out of all my usual patterns, including the one where I didn’t giggle very much. Being a young single mom didn’t allow for much frivolity.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice low in the hallway.
I looked down at our bare feet against the worn hardwood floorboards. After I’d been sated beyond all measure downstairs on the couch, we’d mostly gotten dressed, but not entirely. I’d been too keyed up to relax just yet, so we watched a few shows, including the latest episodes of my favorite reality show. Although I knew reality shows were anything but reality these days, they were still a good escape, a confection almost.
Matilda’s claws clicked on the floor in front of us with her tail swaying in the air as she turned into the bedroom.
“I don’t know,” I finally replied. “This is all just…” I lifted my hand as we followed Matilda. “I don’t know. Not what I expected, I suppose.”