Chapter 12
TWELVE
NOAH
This woman was made for me. I hover over her, taking her in, knowing that what I plan to do next will ruin me in the best and worst ways. After this, no other woman will ever come close to satisfying me.
I’ve lost track of time, though I know exactly how many orgasms I’ve given her.
While I licked, sucked, and teased one after another from her body, I made her count them.
We’re up to nine. And I’ve yet to give her my cock.
I’ve explored her tits, her cunt, and her ass with my hands and fingers, and I’ve never in my life been so gloriously edged.
This is the type of pleasure I never allow myself. It’s too addicting. As her skin flushes and she cries out and babbles, the animalistic need takes over. It’s terrifying how singularly focused I am on her pleasure. It makes me want to give up everything and spend my life worshipping her.
The looming deadline is the only reason I’m giving in to my cravings. I can get lost in her for two days, and then I’ll never see her again. I can go back to my life. Back to hockey and, soon, parenthood.
I tell myself I’m allowed to have this. I’m allowed to have her.
Even if I’ll forever look back on this week and know I did it to myself. I ruined it all.
She ruined me.
“Please take off the robe,” she begs.
She’s been good. She’s given me exactly what I demanded.
Free rein over her body. It’ll be even more fucking incredible tonight when I take her out of the room.
When I guide her into a bar and find a dark corner where we can fuck.
The possibilities are endless. The list of things I want to do to her is long, but I’m going to cross off every fucking one.
Every reckless, depraved act I’ve ever been intrigued by.
I don’t make a show of stripping out of my robe. I simply shrug it off my shoulders and settle a knee on the bed beside her.
But her rough intake of breath tells me I’m not going nearly slow enough.
“You are huge.” A slow smile curls her lips.
My cock strains, the head nearly purple and coated in precum. I want her so badly. In another life, I’d take her bare. I’d do anything to keep her. Toss birth control out the window and impregnate her. Spend my life fucking her.
Which is why I can’t keep her. She’s addicting.
I have to work for a living. I have a career to get back to.
But if I had access to Sienna like this, there’s no way I’d leave my bed.
Especially when she’s leaning forward, her tongue darting out and those damn innocent eyes locking on my face while she says, “Can I taste you now?”
The air leaves my lungs, making it impossible to speak.
I manage a wooden nod, and in response, she wets her lips with that lascivious tongue.
Anticipation floods me, sending a shiver up my spine and making my heart race.
She plucks a red silicone vibrator from the sheets and cocks a brow.
It’s still coated in her release, and it’s not the only toy she pulled out in the short time I gave her to recover between rounds.
My naughty, perfect woman has quite the collection.
A vibrator, a dildo I worked into her as she soaked me in her arousal, and a rose for her clit.
“Can I use this on your balls while I suck you?”
My cock pulses at the idea. “Fuck, baby. You’re perfect.”
As she presses the button at the bottom of the vibrator, I settle my other knee on the bed and wait.
When it buzzes to life, my balls tighten in anticipation.
For a moment, she only studies my dick, and my heart pumps harder.
As she leans in, the silicone toy getting close to my crown, I have the fleeting fear that she’ll use it there and I’ll blow my load in her face.
Instead, she licks at my tip, then slides that hot mouth around me and takes me deep, only stopping when she gags.
The sounds she makes cause my vision to fade in and out.
Holy fuck. I scrape her hair back gently, gathering it into my fist, and take a deep breath in.
I exhale slowly, finding my bearings, and give her hair a little tug.
“Go slow, sweetheart. We’ve got all night. ”
She looks up at me, my dick in her mouth, and places the vibrator against my balls. My knees wobble at the sensation, and I nearly collapse onto the bed.
“Remember your word,” I growl.
Now that I’ve been let in, my body is thrumming with the need to take. To use. To come.
I’ve never been unraveled like this before.
It’s obvious from the need in her eyes that she’s enjoying this even more than I am.
It’s addictive, knowing that she’s getting off on my pleasure just like I’ve been getting off on hers.
I’ll need every ounce of willpower I possess to fight the urge to come down her throat.
With a roll of my pelvis, I test her, ensuring she can handle what I’m about to give her. When she moans and sucks harder, I do it again, this time with more force. I find a rhythm, fucking her mouth roughly, hips snapping.
She’s on her knees, bent over for me, tears in her bright, eager eyes. With one hand flat on the mattress, she uses the other to tease my balls with the vibrator.
“I need your cunt in my mouth,” I grit out as I drop onto my back and flip her around so she straddles my face.
Barely breaking the rhythm she’s created, she gets back to working me over, vibrator in place once again.
She’s so fucking sweet. I’ve wrung orgasm after orgasm from her body, but it’s not enough.
I’m fucking up into her throat, lost in the way she tastes and the way her hot mouth envelops me when she slides the vibrator from my balls down my perineum. I shudder once, and when she continues, dragging it between my cheeks, my breath stalls out.
She pops off my dick, her breathing ragged, and grinds against my face. “Is this okay?”
She’s got the vibrator pressed against my asshole, causing sparks to shoot down my legs and scrambling my brain. I have no idea if it’s okay. I’ve never done it.
While my mind is working overtime to come up with an answer, my hips take over, bucking wildly. The move causes the vibrator to slip past the tight ring of muscle there, and yeah, I fucking like that.
“Please,” I plead, my lips brushing against her cunt and my hips rolling, searching for more. “Put your mouth on my dick and fuck me with that vibrator, baby.”
She gasps, and an instant later, she soaks my face.
I double down in response, so fucking turned on by her reaction, sucking hard on her clit and thrusting my hips.
When the vibrator slips deeper, the resulting burn is startling at first, but it’s quickly replaced by a coiling sensation deep inside me.
As if my body is winding up, preparing to detonate.
When she sheathes my length with her warm, wet mouth again, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me while she fucks my ass, that tension breaks and an orgasm rips through my body.
Toes curling, I fuck up into her mouth, licking and sucking her like my life depends on it.
In this moment, I’m certain it does. She’s my life raft as a tidal wave rushes over me.
With a hand on the back of her head, I hold her down, needing her as deep as I can get her. She doesn’t fight me; she doesn’t protest. Her throat opens, and she guides the toy deeper, hitting what must be my fucking prostate, and finally my balls release all that tension and I come down her throat.
I come for what feels like an eternity, and when the pulsing finally stops and she flips over and presses her lips to mine, I’m a sputtering mess, breathless and in fucking love with her body.
“Next time I stick that in your ass,” she pants, “I want your cock in my pussy.”
Chuckling, I pull her against me. “Give me a few minutes, baby. I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body.”
As I massage the expanse of Sienna’s gorgeous body, steam and the scent of her body wash engulfing me, my mind is still orbiting somewhere in space.
Without thinking, I dip low and press my mouth to hers. She nips at my lip in return, and only then, as the sharp sting registers, do I return to my senses.
Need and longing swirl through me, but those sensations are quickly followed by dread.
Fuck. This is so much more than sex. I can’t keep doing this.
I can’t take her back into that bedroom and sink inside her gently.
If I do, if I rock into her while staring into her eyes, I know I’ll topple right over the edge into a dangerous type of emotion.
Despite that, I can’t pull myself away. My fingers tingle as they skate down her body and dip between her thighs. When I force my finger in, she gasps into my mouth.
“Sore,” she mumbles, eyes closed.
I don’t stop. “Remember your word,” I murmur, dragging my lips across her cheek.
I push her wet hair behind her ear and kiss the sensitive spot just below it.
“Work through it with me. Let me use this tight cunt. Let me pull one more orgasm from you. Then we’re going out to dinner.
We’ll dance, and then I’ll pull you onto my lap while we eat dinner and fuck you in a room full of people. ”
She clenches around my fingers, already gushing.
“Feel better?” I ask as I add another finger.
She responds by humping my hand.
I stop my movements and pull back. Yes, her actions make her answer clear, but I want her to tell me. I crave her words.
“Yes. Please, Noah. I need your cock. Fuck me.”
Groaning, cock straining against her thigh, I pull my hand free and suck her taste from my fingers. “Put your hands on the wall and bend over for me.”
As she obeys, her movements languid, I step out of the shower and dart into the bedroom for a condom. I roll it on and give my length a tug as I step back into the bathroom and survey her through the foggy glass separating us.
Impatience swirls through me, so I quickly step back into the shower, my dick still in my hand, and clutch her hip. “I’m going to fuck you now.”