Chapter 11 #2
Smiling to herself, she wondered if McCrae was a lights on or lights off kind of guy.
Did he like to look as much as he liked to... F?
Yeah, she couldn't even think theword.
It wasn't a word that she used. Her husband hadn't either.
When they talked about it, they talked 'around' it.
It wasn't different, she reasoned.
Talking about sex and doing it were two entirely different things.
She could get lost in the act, but the words?
That was... different.
She chuckled softly.
She couldn't even find words to think about it, let alone talk about it.
So maybe she wasn't as cool with it as she could be.
A woman with a child who was almost old enough for preschool.
"You're shaking the bed."
She pressed her lips together for a moment and tried to still herself.
It didn't work.
She just started to laugh harder.
McCrae's arm wrapped around her middle and held her still. She felt him kiss her shoulder, and her pussy clenched, making it all the more obvious that it was empty.
Wanting.
The sensation surprised her.
Like waking up from a long, long night of winter sleep and feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin.
"You're still laughing."
McCrae drew her back until she was pressed up against his chest, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
She stopped laughing then.
It wasn't funny anymore.
It was something else entirely.
She snuggled back against him and covered his arm with hers.
They folded their fingers together, and she relaxed into his embrace. "Better?"
"Mmm... better." He moved, and his mouth trailed from her shoulder to the base of her neck. "Much better.”
"You know..." she drew a breath in through her nose and sighed as she felt the prickly scratch of his jaw against her skin. "We haven't even kissed."
"Is that," she felt a subtle scrape against her skin, "a deal breaker?"
Deal breaker?
At this point, she was fairly sure that if he didn't touch her, she might just melt into a puddle.
"N-no." She felt that scrape against her skin again and then a warm, wet sensation against her skin.
Oh...
Heaven help her.
Was that his teeth?
Was that his tongue?
The thin cotton tank she'd put on in the dark was there against her skin, and as her toes curled, her nipples tightened.
Her eyes closed, and she pulled a breath in through her mouth.
"So..."
She tensed as she felt his tongue against her skin again.
When he spoke again, she felt both his words and his lips.
"Does this kind of kiss count?"
He kissed along the side of her neck before pulling the lobe of her ear between his teeth.
The moment of pressure sent a shock through her body, rubbing her nipples against the cotton of her tank and the curve of her ass against his hips.
Maybe he rocked forward against her, or maybe it was just her movement, but there was something so deliciously arousing about the hard length of him against her. She felt the weight of him and the glide of his tip against her spine.
"Noelle?"
She couldn't believe that he expected her to think of an answer.
He nipped at her earlobe and then soothed the sharp sting with his tongue.
"Talk to me..."
"McCrae..." She groaned his name and tried to nudge their joined hands down over her belly.
"What about this kiss?"
He moved and clamped his mouth at the side of her neck.
What was left of her functioning brain cells had a single thought.
I'm going to have a hickey.
She giggled.
She laughed, tipping her head back and brushing her crazy sensitive nipples against the cotton of her tank.
"You are going to kill me, baby."
His chest pushed against her back and she turned her head so her cheek pressed against her pillow.
He was half-covering her, their hands caught between her stomach and the bed.
His leg pushed between her thighs.
He was heavy against her and that weight... it caught her breath in her lungs.
"I want to love you, baby."
He moved, a long, arching curl against her back, his hips rolling against her, his cock skimming along the curve of her spine.
"I want to get inside you... Feel you squeeze me tight."
Noelle was dizzy with need.
This wasn't what she'd expected this morning.
Then again, meeting McCrae had been just as much of a surprise.
Was she willing to take this step?
God, yes.
Was she ready?
She shook her head, struggling to hold herself together.
To hold herself back.
She felt his breath on her throat.
Felt the scratch of his cheek against the skin along her shoulder.
The twitch of his cock against her back as he shuddered against her.
And gave up trying.
She pushed their joined hands down across her belly and felt the tug and release as they went under her waistband.
Her last coherent thought was that she really could have used a trim.
Noelle heard him groan and then chuckle, his laughter vibrating against her skin.
"That's the last thing I'm thinking about..."
She bit down savagely on her lower lip, letting the pain distract her.
"I don't care about things like that, gorgeous."
His fingers, joined with hers, slipped through her curls and tangled with her clit.
"Oh..." She gasped in a breath. "Yes..."
He shifted against her back, reaching his arm further around her.
"'Elle?"
"Mmm?"
"Push back against me..."
She didn't ask why.
She barely had control of herself.
But she pushed.
And felt him guide their joined hands lower, between her legs.
So she pushed back even more and lost hold of his hand.
His arms were longer than her own and she loved it.
Needed it.
Gave herself over to it.
"Do you feel it, Noelle?"
She nodded, unable to say a word.
He had two... then three fingers inside of her.
Stretching her wider.
Delving deeper.
When she was sure she couldn't handle anymore?
He pumped his fingers in and out, dragging his fingertips along the slick walls of her sex.
She felt herself hovering on the edge, almost going over, but not quite.
"McCrae?"
She felt him smile against her shoulder.
And then she felt him nibble along the side of her throat.
"God, McCrae...."
"Hmm?" He dragged his teeth along her throat. "What is it, 'Elle?"
"More," she groaned. "I... I want more of you."
He rose up behind her, over her almost pulling her up onto her knees.
"Is this it, baby?" He growled into her ear as he thrust his fingers deeper into her pussy. "Is this what you want?"
She was near tears, almost sobbing from the wild beauty of his touch. "M-more."
"Yeah, I want that, too." He groaned against her throat. "I'll give it to you, 'Elle. I'll give you my dick."
Her pussy clamped down on his fingers and she bucked back against him, excited by his words and rough sound of his voice. "McCrae..."
"But.." He plunged his fingers into her at an almost punishing pace. "I need you to come for me first, baby. Come all over my fucking fingers and I'll give it to you."
She lost herself then.
Lost what was left of her control and fell off the edge and into mindless release.