Noah’s quick to respond, taking over the kiss and leading my mouth. With a gentle pull at my lower lip, my mouth opens, and his tongue thrusts forward. The rush turns us into a whirlwind. Hands roam. Tongues tangle. My body is guided backward, and the backs of my knees hit the bed.
“Are you sure about this?” Noah questions between kisses.
“I’m not certain of anything, but I want you.” I cup the back of his head and hold him to me, kissing him with everything I have. We tumble back to the bed, and I laugh anxiously. Noah pulls back and skims his hand up my belly, between my breasts, and circles my throat for the pulse point on my neck.
“I want you, too.” He lowers to my mouth, and we kiss again. Deep, passionate strokes of our tongues and hungry movements of our lips. Noah is an incredible kisser, but tonight is about more than kisses.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and tug it upward, allowing my hands their first touch of his warm skin and the deep ridges of his abs. My knuckles brush against a trail of hair, and Noah pulls away from me. Reaching behind his neck, he tugs his T-shirt over his head in a move only men have perfected.
Coasting my hand over his defined pecs, I whisper, “You’re perfect.”
Noah huffs and reaches for my sweater. He slips it over my head and moves to my leggings, wasting no time in bringing me to a vulnerable state. I’ve worn my best bra and matching underwear, but it isn’t lacy or risqué. I don’t have money for pretty things like lingerie, and I wouldn’t have a reason to wear it.
“You’re a fucking knockout.” Noah groans as his hand skims over my belly again and between my breasts up to my neck. He returns to kissing me before moving his mouth lower. To my jaw. To my throat. To my chest. He tugs at one cup of my bra and releases an achy swell.
“Christ.” He runs his tongue around my peaked nipple and then opens wide to take me into his mouth. He sucks hard, and I squeak when he releases me. Noah quickly moves to my other breast, freeing it from my bra and sucking at it as well. He slips a hand behind my back and unclasps my bra. Pulling back, he watches as I remove the silky material.
“Perfected art,” he whispers before diving back for a breast and swirling his tongue over the nipple.
I arch into his tasting, and his hand moves down my middle to easily slip into my underwear. He cups me with the palm of his hand and releases my breast with a pop.
“Jesus, Tessa. You really do want me.”
His fingers slip through my slick folds. As one slides into my depths, my back comes off the bed.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.” I purr as I clasp my hands around his head. His mouth returns to my breast while his finger works me lower. I’m on sensory overload when a second finger joins the first, parting my folds, slipping through my slit, entering me with determination to get me off. I’m going to ignite, and the release builds, sparking inside me. My legs quiver. Something flutters low in my belly. My back arches.
“Noah. Oh God, Noah.” I whimper as his fingers move faster, reaching a place I haven’t experienced. Whatever he’s doing is remarkable, and my entire body trembles with arousal.
“Come on, little bird,” he whispers before lifting to my mouth and thrusting his tongue inward like his fingers plunging lower. His thumb brushes my clit, and I gasp.
“Right there. Oh, God.” My praise encourages a repeat of his swift drive-by over the sensitive nub until I’m nearly coming out of my skin. “Noah.”
He settles his thumb in place, working small circles while his fingers rush into me and his tongue seeks mine. The fire inside me crackles, and then I pop. Pulling away from his mouth, I moan a litany of incomprehensible gratitude.
“SoincredibleIcannotbelievethis.” Tears fill my eyes at the overwhelming release.
However, Noah isn’t finished, and he slips down my body as the sparks of my orgasm wane. He spreads my thighs, and the stroke of his tongue over my sensitive clit forces me upright.
“Noah.” I hiss.
“Need a taste.” He speaks to my center before returning to it. His tongue laps. His fingers spread me. I’m open to him in a way I’ve never been. Not even with Isaiah did I feel so exposed, so free, so cherished. And Noah is cherishing me. He’s taking his time, leaving no fold unkissed. Leaving no skin untouched. He devours me until I’m squirming under him, desperate for the flame of another release.
With my fingers in his hair, I glance down at his head between my thighs. His lids lift, watching me. He smiles against me, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on and eager to come again.
With his tongue on my clit, he thrusts two fingers inside me again, and I burst into flames. His name is a silent scream. This is more than a fantasy to hold on to in the future. This is a wrecking of me.
Spent, I fall back as Noah slips off the bed and stands to remove his jeans. In one smooth move, his boxers go down his hips with his pants. He kicks off his shoes and lowers to remove his socks. Standing abruptly, he stares down at me.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Sheepishly, I reach under the pillow and pull forward two packages. “I didn’t know what size you were. I just assumed…” Staring at his naked form, I assumed correctly.
Noah is long, thick, and proudly erect.
He chuckles and crawls over my body, reaching for the foil pack. Without a question, he covers himself and then guides his dick to my entrance. Teasing me, he draws the tip back and forth over my soaked folds. After two orgasms and his mouth on me, I’m a slippery mess. Noah watches where he moves.
“You’re sure about this?” he whispers, brushing over me.
Never been sure of anything but having Jonas. But this…this moment, I will hold on to for a long time.
“Please, Noah.”
His head pops up, and he narrows his silvery eyes at me. “Please what?”
“Make love to me.”
Noah stills. His body stiffens for a second, and his eyes widen. Then he nods and presses inward. I half expected him to surge forward, but the slower pace spreads me in a way I’ve never been, and I welcome the time he takes to enter me, filling me.
Once nestled deep within me, he exhales. “I need a second.”
Could I possibly be unraveling him like he’s unraveling me? I doubt it. Noah is worldly, experienced, and I’m positive he knows his way around a woman. Still, I reach for his jaw and stroke over the fine hairs bristling his face. He lowers to kiss me. Our lips are like brushes over a fresh canvas. The strokes are measured for a moment before Noah pulls back.
“I need to move.” His voice is strained.
“I need you to move,” I tease.
With that, Noah draws back to my entrance, taunting me with an exit before sliding forward and filling me once more. Back and forth, he drags before his arms shake at my sides.
“Faster,” I whisper, and Noah moves.
His hips thrust, his cock surges, and we both groan with the increased pace.
“What are you doing to me?” Noah mutters. I meet him thrust for thrust, drawing him into me. Eventually, he slips to his knees, lifting my lower half up his thighs. His thumb comes to my clit.