25. Noah
Chapter 25
Noah
S hedding our clothes was a bit of a challenge. The room was so tiny that I banged my funny bone trying to get my T-shirt off.
I barely felt it.
Because Vic wanted me.
She’d said it. With words.
For weeks, I’d been convinced that it was one-sided, that the attraction would never be reciprocated. She’d told me outright she wasn’t interested. I didn’t understand how her feelings had changed so quickly. But knowing she felt the chemistry between us too made my heart feel like it was exploding in my chest.
Vic. In my bed.
Yes, it was a shitty twin in a closet-size bedroom in a sad little apartment, but none of that mattered when she looked up at me through those dark lashes, her eyes filled with lust.
This would no doubt produce some challenges, but I was more than up for it. The first challenge, getting her naked, wasn’t hard, despite the confined space, since she was wearing pajamas. I traced my fingers under the collar of her soft, loose-fitting shirt. She giggled as I ghosted over her collarbones.
I wanted to touch every inch of her, and then lick every inch of her.
My brain buzzed. Strategy, plan, focus. Where to start? What to do?
She pulled me down on top of her, kissing me deeply and making my mission clear. I’d make this woman mine. I’d claim her and savor her and worship her.
I’d make tonight count because I wasn’t sure I’d get another shot.
She mapped out the muscles of my back and my triceps, her hands eventually finding her way into my hair. When she tugged, a bolt of lightning hit the base of my spine. Fuck. Having her pinned beneath me was better than any fantasy.
I took my time, kissing her neck, touching every part of her I could, reminding myself that this was real. My dream girl was in my bed.
She gave as good as she got, nipping and biting, trailing her hands down my chest to grip my throbbing cock.
“Slow down,” I said. “I’m barely holding on and want to take my time.”
“Slow is overrated.” She bucked her hips against mine. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Hands splayed on the mattress, I straightened my arms and peered down at her.
She hit me with that gorgeous smile, undoing all my carefully laid plans with one bite of her lip.
The smart thing would be to talk first, to decide what this meant. But there was very little blood flowing to my brain, and currently, I was happy to agree to do anything she wanted.
Propping myself up with one arm, I fiddled with a button on her pajama top. “You want this?”
“Yes.” She whimpered, bucking her hips up against me.
“Then,” I said, popping the button, then worked on the next. “I need to see you.”
“You want…?” Her voice quivered with need and maybe a little fear.
I pushed one side of her shirt away, then the other, licking my lips at the sight of her perfect breasts. “Yes, Vic. I want you on top. You’re going to ride me, and you’re going to feel every inch as I sink into you.”
I got off the bed so we could change positions. Fuck, I would kill for a king-size mattress right now.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed.
I hauled her up, then sat on the bed and peeled off her pajama shorts, kissing her hip bones and trailing my fingertips along the outsides of her thighs.
She hovered above me, her hands in my hair again, naked and glowing in the dim light.
“Do you have any idea how much time I’ve spent fantasizing about your body? You’re incredible.”
Yanking her closer, I kissed her belly button.
“Vic, please. You have no idea how badly I need to see you on my cock.”
Eyes flashing, she hit me with a seductive smile and pulled the elastic from her hair and shook it out, letting it fall wildly down her back. “When you ask so nicely,” she purred, “how can I refuse? Condom?”
With a yank, I forced the drawer of the old bedside table open. I sheathed myself, then lay back and watched as she climbed up my body, kissing and teasing me along the way. Heart pounding, I reveled in the way her breasts hung heavily between us. Her lips were perfection. Everything about her was better than I ever could have imagined.
Once she was straddling me, her hips lined up with mine, she teased me, rubbing the tip of my cock over her slick entrance.
“You’re torturing me.” I lifted my chin and pinched my eyes shut with a huff, staving off the need to thrust up into her.
She twitched one shoulder, a tiny shrug. “You said you wanted to see me take every inch of you, hotshot.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “And damn, there are a lot of inches here to work with. I’ll take my time.”
It was the most perfect misery, the teasing sensation of her wet heat. I thought I might pass out from the anticipation.
Finally, she lowered her hips and sank down slowly. I grabbed handfuls of her glorious ass, guiding her lower. She wasn’t done taunting me, though. She’d lower a fraction, give me an inch more, then take it away.
It was a slow, torturous tease.
And fuck, was it sexy.
Heart pounding, I heaved in a breath. “That’s a good girl. Take what you want.”
“What if I want all of you?”
“Then take it,” I growled.
With her hands anchored on my chest, she dropped down and bottomed out. The blissful violence of the sensation made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Hotshot,” she cried out, her head tossed back. “I’m. So. Full.”
A fire ignited inside me, licking up my spine. “Yes, gorgeous. Move.”
She ground against me in response.
Fuck. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and force my body not to react so acutely. If I didn’t gain control now, I’d embarrass myself. It was as if I’d reverted back to the teenage boy I had once been, giddy with lust and affection for this incredible woman.
She was a goddess, riding my cock with abandon and giving me the most incredible view of her tits.
With my attention fixed on her gorgeous, flushed face, I slid my thumb down to where our bodies were joined and found her clit.
Her eyes widened and her core tightened around me.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Chest heaving and with her lip caught between her teeth, she nodded.
“Tell me,” I commanded, running slow circles around it.
“I love it.” She breathed heavily. “Everything feels so intense.”
“Play with your tits.” I wished I’d spent more time worshipping them alone, but this would have to do until next time. Everything had been so rushed, but I’d been waiting so long for this moment; there was no way I could be methodical about exploring her body.
Without hesitation, she cupped them, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
The blaze inside me flared, engulfing me in an inferno of need for this woman. “You have no idea what you do to me. Fuck. You drive me crazy in all the best ways.”
Back arched, she whimpered. Her pussy pulsed around me, signaling she was close.
I narrowed my focus. Bringing her to orgasm was my sole mission. I needed to watch her come more than I needed my next breath.
With my thumb still on her clit, I arched up and met her thrusts. “That’s a good girl. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
She nodded, her movements jerky, her body clenching in rhythmic waves.
Crying out, she came apart around me. But she didn’t slow. No, she rode me harder, her hands on my shoulders as she shook and shuddered.
It was too much. I couldn’t hold out any longer, so I followed her into the abyss. As I let go, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, wondering how the hell I’d ever recover from this night.