Chapter 12
Emma
I didn’t even hesitate.I slid off the bed and onto my knees, bracing myself with my hands behind my back. I could feel the soft wool of the area rug on my bedroom floor against the skin of my knees. Every nerve in my body was throbbing in anticipation.
Noah’s fingertips brushed my jaw, and then his thumb touched my lower lip, giving me a command. I opened my mouth, and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing over my tongue.
He was warm, so warm, his skin smooth. I leaned in and closed my lips around him, tasting his skin. He gave a soft groan as I sucked him into my mouth, feeling his contours with my tongue, learning his size and shape. He moved his hips, sliding out of me, and then he slowly slid into me again.
I sucked him deeper this time, eager for more. How many times had I given a blow job? Enough times that I had some skill. But I had never done anything like this, pleasured a man like this. I’d never felt this raw pleasure just having a man in my mouth. It was hot and satisfying, and yet I ached with dissatisfaction. I wanted to see Noah, to touch him. I was impatient. I wanted all of him, and I wanted it now.
I may be blindfolded and tied up, but I wasn’t powerless. I let Noah know what I wanted by sucking extra hard, then letting my lips trail over his head as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Not yet,” he growled, reading my mind. “Again.”
So we did it again, Noah pressing forward as my mouth slid over him. I could make him come like this, and quickly, too. All it would take was a few more minutes.
He seemed to sense it. He pulled out of me, and I felt a tug loosening the bonds holding my wrists. He helped me onto my back on the bed, and then he had my wrists again, pulling them over my head and fastening me to the headboard. Noah’s hands ran over my body, pressing my knees apart. I felt him brace himself over me. And then his mouth descended on one nipple and sucked on it.
I cried out and arched up into his mouth. He tortured one breast and then the other as his fingers worked my panties off my hips. And then—oh, thank the lord—he moved that amazing mouth down between my legs.
The pleasure was like lightning. It didn’t build so much as flash through me, spiking through my blood as I writhed on the bed. He pinned my hips and attacked me without mercy, giving my body blow after blow of sensation, almost more than I could handle. I tugged at my restraints and made incoherent sounds as I lay defenseless beneath him, lost in the darkness, unable to do anything but take pleasure.
I came hard, my hips bucking beneath his hands. Fuck, he’s done it again. So much for all of my doubts.
Noah wrung every drop of sensation out of me, and then I felt him kiss his way up my belly, over my breasts. The mattress moved as he shifted his weight, bowing on either side of my hips as he knelt there. I heard the rustle of a condom box. And then he gently tugged my blindfold off.
He was kneeling over my hips, and he was definitely naked. Very, very naked. It was the best thing I’d ever seen. I took in every ripple of lean muscle, the light dusting of hair on his chest, the trail of hair on his stomach, the perfect jut of his cock. He had a condom packet, and he took his time opening it and taking the condom out. He was letting me watch, knowing I couldn’t touch him. He was torturing me.
He lowered the condom to his cock and rolled it on slowly, my own personal show. I wondered if my mouth was actually watering as I watched it. My God, his hands.
When he finished rolling the condom on, he looked down at me, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “Do you want me to untie you?” he said roughly.
The word burst out of my mouth. “Yes.”
He leaned forward, that beautiful torso stretching above me, those sexy biceps flexing as he untied my restraints. And then my hands were free to do anything I wanted. Anything.
I reached up to the back of his neck, pulled him down to me, and kissed him.
Noah responded instantly, his mouth devouring me with perfect expertise, his teeth grazing my lips and his tongue rubbing into me. We’d never kissed like this before, and right now we kissed like lovers who had been separated for years, who thought they would never see each other again. While he kissed me, he lowered his body down to mine, skin to skin. He positioned his hips between my legs. And then he pushed into me.
I broke the kiss and gasped, moving my hands down to grip his back, my nails digging in and he pushed himself in all the way. He felt big and thick inside me, so perfect I never wanted him to leave. “Oh, my God,” I panted.
“Hold on,” he said.
I did. He moved, slow and even at first, then harder. Harder. After all the time he’d spent making me insane, it was exactly what I wanted—I wanted him to push me, to dominate me, to make me feel him. I wanted to feel his big, hard body fucking me, and that was exactly what I got.
It was so good the bed groaned and we were both soaked in sweat. It was so good I came a second time, bucking underneath him. It was so good my fingernails dug into his back in a way I was sure would leave marks. Neither of us cared.
He was close; I could feel it. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the small of his back, opening to him even wider. He pushed into me hard and I felt his muscles flex, his breath leave him with a harsh sound. Then he relaxed slowly, both of us catching our breath.
“Fucking hell,” he said.
I was throbbing, my nerve endings still pounding, my whole body soaked in bliss. I reluctantly let him go, loosening my nails from where they gripped him and unlocking my ankles. Noah rolled off me and flopped to the bed beside me, as wrung out as I was. We both lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling, catching our breath as the sweat dried.
“You win,” I said.
He laughed softly, and something inside me loosened at the sound. I felt like a trap door had opened beneath me and I was falling. This man could break me, I thought suddenly. He has the power to smash me into pieces.
But only if I let him.