Chapter 21
I wake but I don’t open my eyes. I’m too comfortable. And very aware of a deeply pleasurable…bulk. Barely inside me.
Noah Steel.
He’s spooning me. I’m wrapped in his bearhug with his huge cock wedged between my legs. I’m so warm and I feel so safe I don’t ever want to move.
Except to arch slowly back, letting more of him ease inside.
And a little more.
Fuck, this man feels good.
I don’t allow myself to let any of the little voices of common sense seep in. You lost your virginity last night to a total stranger! You got tipsy off several glasses of champagne, jumped into bed within hours of meeting him and proceeded to get down and dirty like nobody’s business!
And had a lot of orgasms.
Ten. Maybe twelve. I lost count.
I need another one.
Whatever is happening to me is more powerful than reason.
I arch again, feeling the huge thickness of him getting even thicker, sliding deeper.
“Mornin’, gorgeous,” comes the growly murmur in my ear.
“You want more of my big cock, don’t you, baby girl.
You’re insatiable, you hot little minx. You’re unbelievably beautiful, sweet little Lucky.
That’s my good girl, let me in. Let me fuck that tight little pussy until you come again.
You love it when you squeeze around me as you moan my name. ”
His fingers find my clit and my nipples as he fucks me slow and deep.
My body’s adjusting to him. There’s pain, but it warms into the kind of deep, brimming pleasure that’ll drive you mad if you don’t get more of it.
The sheer size of him forces me to submit and surrender to being completely, totally possessed by him.
Already, it’s starting.
“ Noah ,” I moan. “ Noah, I’m going to come .”
“For me and only me, Lucky Irish. Say it.”
God, I’m so close.
“Tell me how much you fucking love riding my cock, baby girl. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Fuck me hard, Noah Steel. Please make me come. I need it so much.” L. Emerson wouldn’t dream of talking dirty. But Lucky Irish fucking loves it. “I love how your giant cock feels when you spill your seed inside me. I only come for you and ? —”
His cock drives deep, filling me so thickly, I cry out.
I writhe back against him, loving how full he makes me feel.
My body was made for him. Every ridge and vein is somehow in tune with all the secret triggers I own.
He thrusts again, forcing the pain-flicked pleasure to another insane peak as his fingers pull and swirl.
The hot wave rolls through my body. I writhe into it, riding the heat. Bucking. Crying his name. Coming so hard I wonder if I’ll survive it. My pussy works him strongly until I feel the throb of him and the flooding, jetting warmth that surges and overflows.
Our crazy mating—which feels like the only word for it, it’s so needy and lusty—gets more desperate each time. Like our addiction is taking a turn, digging deeper.
After a while, he lazily thrusts into the snug wetness and spins my orgasm into another deep, brimming rush.
Damn, the man has a gift.
I doze dreamily as he kisses, bites and licks my neck.
Once he’s hard again, he rolls me onto my knees, my head resting on the pillow, knees apart, and he coaxes me into another shattering climax.
We spend the day in bed. We order room service.
We talk about everything that comes into our heads.
We laugh at each other’s jokes. We take a shower and have more hot sex.
We sit out on the roof garden for a while, and he wraps me up in the duvet and holds me on his lap, feeding me chocolate, strawberries and more champagne.
Our stories and our laughter come so easily it feels like we’re long-ago best friends who haven’t seen each other for a while and we have a lot to catch up on.
And then we go back to bed, where Noah proceeds to take me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. Pleasure that goes beyond physical into something close to a deep emotional catharsis.
If I’m addicted to what he can do, Noah seems sort of crazed.
He’s absolutely voracious. Dirty and lusty and obsessed in a way that comes wrapped in tender adoration.
At one point he ties my wrists to the bed.
Later, he eases me into a position where he can spank me as he’s fucking me.
Then does this thing to me that might actually be illegal in several states.
He praises me when I come. He takes care of me after our lovemaking, washing me, murmuring sweet-dirty words and holding me as I cry in his arms because he feels so good.
I don’t overthink it.
I don’t care that we met yesterday.
I refuse to think beyond tomorrow.
I just let it happen.
And with every hot glance, every smile that he gets out of me so very easily, every kiss and every crashing wave of soul-touching pleasure, I fall just a little bit deeper in love with Noah Steel.