Chapter 8 Noah
Chapter Eight
NOAH
My forehead fell to Sasha’s, and I couldn’t hold back the rough groan that escaped. Her channel pulsed around me with her satiny, clenching heat. She was snug. It felt so good to be buried inside her that my voice was slurred when I spoke.
“Oh God, you feel so good.”
Her hips nudged against mine. “Noah, I need—”
I’d been trying to keep the grip on my control, but it was slipping. With her soft body pressed against me and her legs embracing me, I could hardly think.
“Hang on, sweetheart.”
Drawing back, I closed my eyes as I filled her again.
Her hips bucked against me, like spurs on the flanks of my need.
My need was already a racehorse wildly out of control, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I pumped into her in long, deep strokes, savoring every sound she made, the feel of her damp dewy skin pressed against mine, and determined to make sure she came once more before I did.
I wanted to see her fly apart on my cock.
“Sasha,” I murmured, “look at me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes opened in the dim light from the fire, her hips rising to meet my next thrust. I could feel her pussy already clenching and tightening around me.
Reaching between us, I pressed my fingers over her slippery wet clit.
Her eyes went wide, and then she bit her lip before she trembled all over and clamped tightly around me.
Then and only then did I let go. With two more strokes, my balls tightened, and it felt as if lightning shot from the base of my spine through the top of my head as I pumped my release into her.
It was all over but the shouting. She was still rippling around me when I collapsed against her, rolling swiftly so my weight didn’t crush her.