My sassy girl just turned the tables, and I love it.
Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke from base to tip. “I want to put my cock inside of your pussy, Lennon.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her pouty lips. I crawl on to the bed, covering her body with mine. The weight of the moment and the emotion I’m feeling settle heavy in my chest. All joking and playfulness aside, I say, “Please, baby.”
Oh, my heart.
Noah reaches across the bed, snagging a condom from the nightstand. “Let me make love to you.”
No man has ever asked to make love to me. Mathis always just took what he wanted. I like this so much more. Noah respects me. He respects my body and my heart, and I know he would never take something from me without asking.
Noah’s eyes widen when I wiggle out from underneath him. With both hands on his chest, I press him back against the pillows and crawl on top of him. He digs his fingers into my hips.
“I thought you were going to tell me no.” He smiles, trying to infuse the moment with humor, but it doesn’t work. The vulnerability in his voice and his eyes gives him away.
“For the record,” I say, taking the condom out of his hand. “I have a feeling I’ll never be able to tell you no.”
His vulnerability dissipates, making room for a sexy smile. “Is that so?”
I rip the foil, slide the condom on him, and toss the wra
pper off to the side.
With my hands pressed to his chest, I lift my hips. Noah guides his cock to my entrance, and inch by delicious inch, I welcome him into my body.
I lower my elbows to the bed, cradling Noah’s head in my hands, and I swallow his moan with a kiss.
My hips move slowly at first, savoring the feel of him as he slides in and out in gentle strokes. Noah’s hands are everywhere—squeezing my ass, gripping my hips, fondling my breasts. He can’t get enough of me, and I love it.
Eventually his hands slide up my spine and tangle in my hair.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers, never taking his eyes off of mine.
“Noah…” My words trail off because I’m at a complete loss. I’ve never felt anything like this, emotionally or physically. Our connection is indescribable.
The need to make him feel good, to bring him to the edge and push him over, grows with each moan. Shifting, I sit up. With one hand on Noah’s rock hard abs, the other behind me on his thigh, I roll my hips several times before lifting up and dropping back down.
Noah spends several moments pinching and flicking, pushing me further and further toward the proverbial edge.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t last long,” I say as I grind my pelvis against his.
“Fuck.” Suddenly he shoots up, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking into him again.
Squeezing a hand between our slick bodies, Noah finds my clit, and I cry out as my orgasm slams into me. My body goes slack in his arms. He pumps once, twice, and a third time before growling out his own release.
This moment is beyond perfect, and neither one of us makes a move. We’re both panting, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, and he’s still inside of me.
“Lennon.” Noah presses a kiss to the base of my neck, reigniting every nerve in my body. He cradles my face in his hands and drops his forehead to mine.
“What’s wrong?”
He gives a slight shake of his head. “Nothing. Nothing with this or with you is wrong. That’s the thing.” He blows out a breath. “It feels so right. It feels like a freefall, and I can’t catch my breath. And the view is spectacular, but—”
“Keep falling,” I beg, kissing him. “Please keep falling. Enjoy the view, and trust me to catch you. Because I will,” I whisper. “I promise I’ll catch you.”
Noah sighs, his sweet breath fanning my face.
It’s a silent sound of relief.