Six
Alex
I broke away then stareddown at him, trying to read his expression.
But more importantly, trying to gauge my own reaction.
This was insane.
Not like me at all.
I didn’t know this man, didn’t know if I liked him, but something, instinct maybe, told me I could trust him.
And I decided to do just that.
I whispered. “Yes, Noah. Please show me.”
His expression changed again, that intensity back, determination clear on his features.
He kissed me for a moment longer and then shifted, pushing me back against the sectional and then stretching his big body out on top of mine.
His weight was delicious, his heat an inferno.
The sensations that he stirred with his every touch left me almost breathless.
He kissed me, and I reached up, gripped his shoulders, felt the ends of his hair brush against my fingers.
Noah roughly broke the kiss and pressed his lips against my neck, the contrast between his soft, full lips, and the roughness of his beard making me shiver. The rush of his warm breath raised goosebumps on my skin.
He went lower, opening my shirt one button at a time, scraping his face against my soft skin.
A rush of heat flooded my core, and I swallowed back a moan.
He pulled my shirt open, his thick fingers handling the basic cotton like it was the finest satin.
Then he gazed down at me with dark eyes, my breath coming out rough, heaving as he stared at me.
He moved his head down to scrape his face against my lace-covered nipple, and I bucked underneath him.
He didn’t move an inch.
Just traced his hand along the curve of my belly to reach up and grasp one of my breasts.
Even his huge hand was no match for the fullness of my breast, and I watched as his strong hand manipulated my soft flesh, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he handled me with expert roughness.
His eyes flashed as he stared down at me.
I lay there still, captured by the anticipation that had my heart racing.
Feeling completely at Noah’s mercy.
Confused because I actually liked it.
When he finally moved, he didn’t unlatch my bra, and instead scooped my breasts out of the cups and leaned in.
He caught one of my nipples in his mouth and began teasing the other with his hand, alternating from one to the other until I was boneless and breathless beneath him.
Literally nothing I had ever experienced compared to this, and some instinct told me that it had everything to do with this man.
I was squirming wildly beneath him, something I didn’t even notice until he stilled my hips, his strong hand holding me effortlessly.
“You need something, don’t you?” he said.
As he spoke, he trailed his fingers down my stomach.
The reality of what he was asking hit me like iced water, and the shyness that I had momentarily forgotten took over.
Or tried to.
Noah stopped it in its tracks.
“None of that,” he said, his eyes locked with mine, his expression both fierce and gentle in a way that made me want to swoon.
He used one hand to work my pants open and pulled his shirt off with the other. I reached for him, curling my fingers into his waistband before he pushed them away.
I looked at him with question in my eyes, and he reached up to cup my face. “Let me take care of you, Alex,” he said on a raspy whisper.
I looked down, saw that that hard-on was still there, but I met his eyes, saw that control, determination, and then nodded.
I touched his solid, massive chest as he worked my pants down and over my hips.
He grasped my thighs, and on instinct I tried to close them.
He shook his head faintly.
“Open up for me,” he said.
I was frozen for a moment, then slowly, slowly let myself relax.
Was rewarded by the touch of his warm hand against my inner thighs and his quietly muttered words. “So beautiful.”
He was up on his knees, staring down at me, and even though I was wearing nothing but underwear, I didn’t feel embarrassed.
Well, not exactly.
He was perfection, and, at least in my eyes, I was anything but.
But that trust I still didn’t understand was there, and it held me in place as he slowly, slowly, worked his way between my thighs.
My lids dropped low when he cupped my sex with his big hand.
I arched when he stroked my slit through my underwear.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he said on a rough whisper.
Then he kneeled down and buried his face between my thighs as he breathed in deep.
“I can smell you, too,” he said in a rough, ragged tone.
He used his nose to nudge my clit as he tongued my panties.
“Ahh,” I said on a low, tortured moan.
“You want me to make you come, Alex?” he said.
“Please,” I answered immediately.
“Not yet,” he said.
Then he went back to teasing me, the barrier of my panties keeping me from the sensation that I wanted.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I asked on a tortured voice.
“Yes,” he responded before he stuck his tongue out again, tracing the length of my slit through my underwear.
I didn’t recognize who I had become or what was happening to me, but I let out the cry I’d been determined to hold in when he finally, mercifully, pulled the underwear aside.
The contact of his tongue against my most intimate flesh was enough to set me off.
I came so hard and so fast it took me a moment to realize what had happened.
I breathed deep, trying to process the fact that the climax Noah had coaxed from me was far beyond any I’d ever managed to create by myself.
“That’s a good start,” he said on a rough whisper before he dove back in.
Soon, I found myself blasting off again. I was so weak I felt like I couldn’t move.
I looked down, saw Noah’s dark eyes looking up at mine, his face slick with my essence.
“Give me one more,” he said, his warm breath prickling my skin.
He gave me an almost feral smile and then used his tongue to stroke my slit.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I came again, tears leaking out of my eyes at the intensity of it all.
Noah held me tight in his arms into I came back to myself.
“I can’t walk,” I whispered, my voice revealing my awe.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue, my taste, making me slick again before he pulled back.
“Who said you had to?” he asked, a slight smile lifting his cheeks.
He shifted, picked me up, and carried me up the stairs.
I was too exhausted and content to even marvel at his display of strength.
When we reached the second floor, he laid me in that huge bed and smiled down at me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” I said, my fuzzy mind realizing what I’d admitted far too late.
Noah hadn’t missed it, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he left, headed toward the bathroom.
I listened as the faucet turned on, as he moved in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came back.
“Are we going to…?” I asked as he stripped his pants off and slid into bed.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, and I hadn’t missed his hardness.
And even if I had before, it would have been impossible not to notice his cock hard and insistent against my ass after he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body against his.
“Go to sleep, Alex,” he said, his huge body cocooning me, making me feel safe, protected.
“Stop bossing me around,” I said, trying to sound tough.
Noah just chuckled and squeezed me tighter.
Wrapped in his arms, I drifted off to sleep.
Alex
What I turned over,the bed was empty, and I felt a moment of crushing disappointment.
Reality hit me like an anvil.
I missed Noah.
And I was scared shitless.
I lay there for a moment but realized I shouldn’t linger.
Last night, I had lost my mind, but one thing was certain.
There was no way I could look Noah in the face, not after last night.
So I tossed my pride aside, hastily gathered my stuff, and fled.