She grinned, the expression hot and sweet at the same time. Her hand covered his, and she turned her face to kiss his palm. Then met his eyes as she parted her lips and took his index finger into her mouth.
Heat surrounded him, then she sucked, pressing her mouth firmly around his finger, her tongue stroking the underside. And all Noah could think of was having his cock in her mouth. Of watching her suck him. Of sliding in and out between those lips.
Blood rushed his groin, hot and hard. “God…” He growled from his throat. “Will you do that to my cock?”
“Mmm,” she murmured, pulling his finger from her lips, then licked the tip. “Maybe.”
He grinned again. Jesus, he couldn’t stop smiling. It was ridiculous. He leaned in and kissed her again, loving the way her mouth greeted him, soft and warm and open. He was about to pull back and bring up the whole shower topic, but Julia’s hands stroked over his wet chest, moved down his damp abdomen. One hand pushed at the waistband of his shorts; the other slipped inside, took his cock in her palm, and stroked.
Noah sucked air just before fireworks burst behind his eyes. “Oh Jesus.” His hips pushed into the pressure, and he groaned with the beauty of perfection all along the length. “Julia…”
“Mmm,” was all she said, pushing at his shorts with her feet, her hands all over his package until he could barely breathe.
He leaned into one arm and gripped one of her wrists with the other. “Baby, slow down a little…”
But his shorts hit the floor. Her hands gripped his hips and pulled.
“Can’t wait,” she murmured before her mouth found his, her tongue stroking in ways that made his mind focus on nothing but sinking into her again and again.
He growled, breaking the kiss to reach for the bottom of her shirt. “You’re making me crazy.”
He pulled her top over her head, exposing creamy white flesh and taut pink nipples on
perfect mounds. He molded and squeezed her breasts in his hands. They were full and firm and beautiful, just like the rest of her.
She slid her hands into his hair and pulled. “Come here.”
“Not done yet.” Before he got too lost in her breasts, he slid his hands down the sides of her taut torso, kissing a straight line from her neck to the waistband of her leggings, and slid off the bed only long enough to drag her pants off, then her panties. The tiny, lacy things barely covered her pussy and were the same color as the neat triangle of hair beneath.
He lowered his mouth to her and swirled his
tongue into the folds, where he found the tight nub he stroked again and again. Her hips lifted, her breath hitched, her hand combed through his hair. “Noah…”
His name was part warning, part plea. He’d been ready to slide back up her body, to fill her, to pump inside her, but this obvious need demanded attention. One he was more than happy to fulfill. He wanted to discover every last secret hidden inside Julia tonight, and this was a perfectly tasty way to start.
He spread his hands over her inner thighs and pressed them wide. Her scent, a mix of musk and floral, sank into him like velvet claws, riveting, tantalizing.
“Noah,” she said, breathless, her fingers closing around the strands of his hair. “I can’t wait.”
“You don’t have to.”
God, he loved this. Loved her eagerness, her breathlessness, her passion. Some women were just plain-ass hard work in bed. But not Julia. She was hot and wet and ready and he’d barely touched her. They would have such fun tonight.
He slipped both hands under her ass, her perfectly taut, spanking-ready ass cheeks, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, then knelt, letting her legs drape over his shoulders. He covered her with his mouth first, tasting her with long, firm strokes of his tongue. Tangy, clean, edgy. Hot, soft, silky. Heavenly.
She rocked and writhed, emitting sounds of pleasure that could easily have been misconstrued as pain. Shock, pleasure, need, they were all voiced through moans and mewls, music to Noah’s ears as he deliberately inched her toward orgasm. He let his thumbs stroke her wet opening and the sensitive surrounding skin while his tongue ferretted out the nub trying to hide inside her plump folds. And once he uncovered her sweet clit, he gently drew it between his lips and suckled. And suckled. And suckled.
Her free hand fisted the comforter, her back arched, mouth fell open on a cry. And her orgasm broke as a wild frenzy of convulsive body jerks and twists, the kind that fry your mind way better than alcohol. The kind that brought deeper relief. And definitely the kind he needed, now that he’d brought that experience to her.
Still shivering, Julia had her head turned sideways, her face half-hidden by the comforter, her quick breaths ruffling stray strands of dark hair. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks rosy.
He kissed her stomach, her ribs, moved to one breast and tasted the nipple. Julia’s mouth curved in a relaxed smile, and her eyes fluttered open. She stretched her arms around his shoulders, slid her hands to his face, and pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss.
“Oh my God,” she said softly, pulling away to draw air. “I still can’t see straight.”
He chuckled.
“No, I mean I really can’t see straight. Your ceiling is spinning.”