“I like…” My tongue skims my lip for show, and he growls in the back of his throat, like a sexy animal.
Somehow we’ve begun writhing together, so slow it’s like we’re barely doing anything. Except that his leg is still wrapped around me, his erection cradled between our bodies.
The smile slips off Noah’s pouty lips, and I witness him swallow. Whatever is happening in this bed has my pulse hammering in my neck as I brim with nerves so significantly that if he weren’t holding me close, I think I’d be shaking uncontrollably.
“Alex?” From his mouth, my name sounds like lust and trepidation. I really like it, but I’m just as scared of what’s going down between us.
“Yes…” I can’t help that the word comes out like a moan. It just happens because of what he’s doing to me. Everything feels so ever-loving good.
“I’m… tired…” he sighs, defeated and yet somehow determined; ready. “Tired of not having you.”
I press my lips together because they’re trembling.
“I want you…” he murmurs, his face now so close to mine that I can feel his lips shivering too. “So fucking bad…”
My eyes flutter shut, and the last thing I see are his doing the same.
“Do you… want me?” Minty breath warms my lips.
And before I can even fully utter the word yes, he kisses me.
He kissed me. He’s kissing me!
My brain is scrambled. I can’t believe this is happening. Noah Richards has his soft yet oddly powerful lips pressing up to mine, and I’m in shock.
Shock and awe. It feels stupefyingly good.
He sucks my bottom lip and I whimper into his mouth, partly because it’s marvelous, but also because this time we both forgot about my split lip.
“Oh, shit! Fuck, I’m sorry,” he breathes out heavy, with obvious concern on his gorgeous face.
“It’s okay, I don’t care,” I grunt, grabbing his jaw and pulling his lips back to mine.
I catch him smiling, but as soon as we get going again, he’s back to business.
Noah’s lips are made for kissing. Cushioned and curved, parting so he can suck, a little softer this time. Then he slides his tongue gracefully into my mouth and flicks it on mine. As soon as our tongues touch, I moan quietly into his mouth and he returns it with his own deeper, hungrier sound.
He’s claiming my mouth for himself, and I can’t even think. My mind is all fuzz. I’m a mass of sensations and pleasures. From head to toe, he’s got me coming undone.
With every second that passes between us, his kisses grow deeper, more sensual; heavily passionate. He holds my face and neck with both of his hands, one resting on my jaw, the other gripping my nape, in my hair. Then he aligns me right where he wants me as he licks and sucks my lips, panting into my mouth and slowly straining every inch of his body on mine.
My right hand stays planted on his chest, his heart pounding aggressively on my palm, while my left scratches his back with my nails, then drifts down to his ample butt, squeezing and yanking him closer to me.
“Mmm,” he grunts with a fistful of my hair, tracing my top lip with his tongue before nipping the bottom between his teeth, as gently as he can, minding the cut. But I really don’t care at all if it hurts.
Noah Richards is kissing me right now. I can’t feel anything other than unrelenting gratification.
“Why are you so good at that?” I squeak, breathless in between licking his tongue, then lips then tongue again, in rapid succession.
“Good at what?” He asks, then growls when I tug his juicy lower lip with my teeth. Every time I do it, his cock flinches on my belly.
“Everything,” I moan, and suddenly I’m beneath him.
He just rolled me under him, pushing my legs apart forcefully so he could wedge his big body in between. I gasp at the feeling of his length, engorged and stroking the slit of my pussy through my thin leggings.
“Alex,” he hums, kissing me harder and deeper and so mind-numbingly fantastic I’m seeing stars behind my eyes.
“Noah,” I purr his name, rubbing up on his chest and abs, cherishing the feel of silken skin covering solid masses of muscle while daring myself to go lower and chickening out.
I can’t help it, I’m scared. This is Noah we’re talking about. He’s my friend…
If I touch his dick, then I won’t stop touching it until I’m making him feel really good, and then he’ll make me feel really good, and even though it seems all good, this is the stuff we’re not supposed to be doing.
“Baby, you’re so perfect,” he whimpers, dragging the exposed head of his cock through the wetness that’s now soaked through my pants.
My face and neck are flushed pink and so warm my skin is glistening. I’m crazy nervous, because I can’t stop thinking about what I was thinking about earlier… That little fantasy wherein Noah was my boyfriend.
Kissing him feels right. It feels insanely right. It feels so right, in fact, that I’m afraid nothing else will ever feel right again after this.
“I want inside your gorgeous body,” he rumbles, and my walls contract so hard, it spreads tightness all the way up to my chest.
He’s so fucking hot. Everything he says and does it like hotness overload.
From his candy lips, sweet and supple, to his strong hands, touching me everywhere, searing my flesh like a soldering iron; to his god-like body, hard everywhere and covered in lustrous, warm, creamy skin.
He’s everything I’ve ever found attractive in a man, and he’s here, kissing me. Pinning me to his mattress with his hips, while his mouth explores my neck.
Noah slides his hot, wet mouth down my throat, placing a gentle kiss on one spot.
“Do you know…” his tongue peeks out before he presses another small kiss there, “How beautiful you are?”
Breathing for me is uncontrolled, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as my chest lifts and sinks. The feeling of his mouth on the sensitive skin of my neck is threatening to give me an orgasm already. It’s still pretty sore from last night…
Oh… That’s what he’s kissing.
Noah’s mouth glides a few inches and stops, kissing the new spot, just as tender and slow.
“You’re gorgeous, Alexandra,” he speaks in a breath, kissing and tracing my bruises with his tongue. “A work of art. A masterpiece.”
It’s euphoric, what he’s doing, and his words… That he’s kissing the pain away from my body makes me want to cry and come at the same time.
He’s perfect. There’s never been anyone like him.
I’m suddenly still, and Noah picks up on it right away, bringing his face in front of mine.
“You okay?” He asks, breathlessly.
His lips are swollen now from ferociously kissing me, a few strands of messy golden hair falling in his face. He has never looked better.
But if I’m being honest, I’m not okay.
“Noah, we can’t do this…” I speak, regretting my words; hating them with every fiber of myself.
He regards me warily for a moment, cocking his head to the side before he nods and says, “I know.”
“You’re so fucking sexy…” I tell him, grabbing his face and kissing his lips one more time, committing them to memory in case this never happens again.