Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Noah lets out a groan, melting against my touch. I push his pants down, and they’re not even over his ass when Noah impatiently sits up and kicks them off. My pants come off next, and Noah takes another few seconds to admire me.
I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before. There is lust and desire in his eyes, but there is also something else. Something deeper, and he’s looking at me like he’s just been given the one thing he’s wanted but couldn’t have.
I bring him closer and push my hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers, taking hold of his erection.
“Are you…” he kisses me. “Sure … this … isn’t…” More kisses. “Too fast?”
Nothing is too fast right now. If anything, he needs to hurry up and finish undressing me.
“Not too fast,” I pant. “I want this. I want you.”
Noah lets out a growl, kisses me with more force than before, and scoops me up. I’m clinging to him, trying my best to keep kissing him, but let’s face it. It looks easier in the movies than it actually is. We move down a hall and into his bedroom.
It’s dark and I can’t see anything around us. It’s just his body against mine, our hearts racing in perfect rhythm. He lays me down on an unmade bed, cool silk sheets underneath me, and gets back on top, putting himself between my legs. I take his shirt off and run my hands over his chest, imagining the tattoos that mark his skin.
My legs wrap tightly around him, and it’s just the thin layers of our undies keeping us apart. As if he can read my mind, Noah goes down, slowly rolling the sides of my panties off my hips and down my legs. His head goes between my thighs. His beard brushes against my skin, tickling and rough at the same time. He puts his mouth to me and flicks his tongue against my clit.
I gasp and tangle the sheets in my hands. He takes his time, and the soft wetness of his tongue against me contrasting with the gruff hair on his face is perfect. I’m so close to coming. My heart is racing and pleasure winds tight inside of me. My breath catches. I’m right there, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Noah starts to pull his head away.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I order, letting go of the sheets to put both hands on his head. I slit my eyes open to see Noah grin before getting back to work. Only a minute later, my body goes rigid as I climax. Noah holds me against him, not letting up until I tremble, ears ringing from the force of the orgasm.
My head falls to the side, and I’m panting. He moves back on top of me, wiping his mouth before kissing my neck. I can’t move yet even if I tried. My fingertips are numb and I can’t feel anything but the after effects of coming.
Noah gently runs his fingers through my hair while he kisses my collarbone. My heart slows down to a normal rate and I can breathe again. I turn my head, cupping Noah’s face in my hand. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, but don’t care. I run my other hand down his back, squeezing his tight ass as I push him to me, letting him know I’m ready. I part my legs and he kisses my neck as he pushes into me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he moans and slowly pulls back then thrusts back in. He starts moving his hips faster and faster, and I think he’s going to come already when he suddenly stops. “I’m not going to hurt the baby, right?”
“No,” I say shortly. I was about ready to come again too. “It’s way up there.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?”
If I weren’t on the brink of orgasm, I’d find his concern cute. But right now, not so much. “Yes. You can’t hurt it.”
“Even if I push in like this?” He pushes his cock deeper inside me and holy fuck that feels amazing. I lift my hips so he hits my g-spot.
“Fine. It’s fine. It’s way up there in my uterus. Out of reach.”
“Okay. I don’t want to hurt—”
“Shut up and fuck me, Noah.”
And damn, he does.
I come two more times before he finishes, pushing in and holding himself there. I run my nails down his back, feeling his cock pulse inside me. He lets out a breath and relaxes against me, then pulls out and rolls over, holding me against his chest. I trace his tattoos with my fingertips, still catching my breath.
“Do you regret that?” he asks quietly.
“Not at all.” It’s the truth. Physically, the sex was amazing. But it was so much more and I feel closer to Noah now, more like a real couple. Because real couples sleep together instead of abstaining solely to see if things can work. “Do you?”