Chapter 6 Noah
Noah
Ileaned forward, sealing my lips over Emma’s.
Her mouth opened beneath mine, welcoming me in, and our tongues brushed together.
A groan built in the back of my throat because, fuck, she felt good.
So warm, so soft, so yielding, letting me take the lead, letting me tilt her head back and deepen the kiss as I settled more of my weight onto her.
Her legs spread, and I shifted forward, aligning our hips, my cock fitted tight against her pussy, giving her something to grind on as I swirled my tongue against hers and then pulled back to bite her lower lip.
I wrapped my fingers through her damp hair, tugging her head sideways, baring her neck to me so I could kiss and bite my way down it.
She squirmed beneath me, panting, her hands bunched in my shirt. “Please take this off. I want to look at you again.”
I nipped at her skin, grinning. “I don’t have any more tattoos.”
“We both know it’s not about the tattoo,” she said, pushing at me.
I chuckled and sat back on my heels, pulling my shirt off nice and slow for her. She shook her head, teeth pinching her bottom lip. Her gaze roamed over me, from my shoulders, down to my chest, and over my stomach, landing on the bulge in my sweatpants.
“Look at you,” she breathed.
“I’d rather look at you,” I said, tossing the shirt aside to reach for the edge of her sweater.
Her expression turned bashful. “I’m not—”
I leaned down and sealed my lips over hers in a quick, hard kiss. “If the rest of that sentence isn’t highly complimentary to yourself, I don’t want to hear it.”
She pressed her fingers to her now swollen lips, but behind them, she was grinning.
I dropped my hands to the hem of the sweater. “Can I take this off you?”
She nodded.
I tugged it up, over her head, and the T-shirt must have gotten caught in it, because suddenly she was laid out beneath me, topless.
I went completely still above her. Until this moment, I’d done a decent job muzzling my attraction.
I’d kept my eyes on hers and hadn’t let myself be distracted by the swell of her tits, the curve of her ass, her soft belly, thick thighs.
How anyone could look at this woman and not think her the most beautiful thing they had ever seen was beyond comprehension. She was perfect. A goddamn masterpiece.
Her breasts were more than a handful, pretty pink nipples already tight and begging for my touch.
I glanced down from them, to the way her waist nipped in before flaring toward her wide hips, and then back up, wanting to tease those nipples, palm those tits, press them tight together, and fuck my way into them.
“Emma.” Her name came out half strangled.
I glanced up to find her already looking at me, cheeks flushed, eyes lambent pools of darkness, lips tipped up at the edges in a wicked smile. “Oh, you do want me.”
I palmed my dick through my pants, squeezing, trying to relieve some of the building pressure. “So bad.”
“Then get down here and prove it.”
I dropped onto her, plying her with another deep, drugging kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, and I drank the sound down and rolled my hips into hers, desperate to remove the layers between us so I could find out how wet she already was for me.
I kept one elbow propped on the mattress while my other hand spanned up her waist, brushing the side of her breast. Her skin was so soft, smooth like silk, glowing alabaster in the darkness.
I lifted up just enough to slip a finger between us, my thumb stroking over her in slow, torturous circles that left her panting beneath me.
Finally, I brushed her nipple, and I felt a full-body shiver run through her. This time, it didn’t worry me. I knew from the heat of her skin and the way her hips thrust up to meet mine that it had nothing to do with cold or fear and everything to do with desire.
I broke the kiss, looking down at her while I teased my thumb in a slow circle around her nipple. “What do you want, darlin’? You just looking for a little light hookup? You want me to be sweet and get you off a couple of times? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
She tilted her chin up, dark eyes boring into mine, expression bold. “Fuck me, Noah.”
Lust roared through my body, turning my answering smile feral as I bore down on her, pressing my hips tight to hers and shifting them side to side, then up and down, rolling my shaft over her clit.
I dropped my mouth to a nipple and swirled my tongue around it before gently pinching it between my teeth.
Her hands fisted my hair, but she didn’t try to push me away.
Instead, she held me right where I was while I continued to work her, my free hand on her other breast, stimulating that nipple out of rhythm from what I was doing with my tongue and hips, so her body never got a break, driving her higher and higher.
“Noah. Oh my god.”
The only good thing about a woman not coming for a while was that it turned them hypersensitive to touch, made it real easy to get them good and wet.
I needed Emma soaked, because I was a big man, with a dick proportionate to my size.
It wasn’t just long, it was girthy, and I didn’t want to risk hurting her.
Which meant I needed to get her off at least once before she let me inside her tight little pussy.
I ground into her, kissing my way across her chest to her other nipple, rolling my fingers over the one I’d just abandoned, the wetness from my mouth making it even easier to tease her.
She scratched her nails over my scalp, clenched her legs around me, and arched her back, pressing her tits into my touch.
“Knew you’d be this responsive,” I grumbled.
“Noah, I need . . .” She moaned, grinding onto me.
“To come on my face?” I finished for her, pushing back just enough to tug her sweatpants off.
She made a sound of surprise and squeezed her legs together, hiding herself from me. I sat on my heels, staring down at her. “I want to see it, Emma. Spread those thighs and show me how wet you are.”
The comets provided just enough light for me to notice the blush steal over her face as she slowly moved her feet apart, following my command. My gaze dropped straight between her legs, and I groaned at the sight of her glistening for me.
“Soaked,” she said. “Have been since I saw you naked.”
“Fuuuck, Emma,” I ground out, dropping down onto my elbows and tugging her into me.
Yeah, she was wet, but I wanted her wetter. Slowly, I raised my gaze, staring straight into her eyes as I spit on her pussy.
“Noah!” she gasped, but she didn’t look scandalized. She looked like she liked it.
Still maintaining eye contact, I plunged my tongue into her. She made a strangled sound and jerked in my grasp, her hands fisting the sheets. I pushed my tongue deeper, swirled it in a circle, and then dragged it out, and the taste of her exploded in my mouth, sweet, musky, fucking delicious.
My eyes fell shut as I let myself enjoy her, slicking my tongue up to her clit and pressing the flattest part against it so she had friction over the entire area.
I flexed it, adding more pressure as I stroked it in a circle, hard, fast, needing to make her come because now that I knew how pretty this pussy was, I was desperate to get inside it.
Emma’s legs scrabbled for purchase, like she didn’t know what to do with them.
I threw them over my shoulders and banded an arm across her hips, holding her in place while I feasted.
Her heels dug into my back. Her nails raked over the sheets.
The sounds falling from her lips were low, throaty, incoherent pleas punctuated with breathy little gasps.
I dipped a finger inside her, and she moaned. Fuck, she was even tighter than I’d anticipated, her inner muscles hot and slick and pulsing around me. I drove my finger deep as I continued to lave at her clit.
“Noah, I don’t . . . I can’t.”
“Never come like this?” I guessed.
Silence.
I glanced up to see her shaking her head.
“You can,” I told her.
“But what if I can’t?”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m still hungry, because this pussy is my dessert, and I’m going to take my time devouring it.”
I added a second finger, feeling her clench around me.
And then I went back to teasing her clit, alternating between the flat of my tongue and the tip as I worked it over her, giving her direct pressure, easing off to trace a pattern around it, adding more pressure again.
Inside her, I spread my fingers, prepping her for the much larger invasion of my cock.
Slick sounds filled the room as I pumped them into her, her pussy absolutely drenched.
I needed another taste, so I slid my tongue lower and lapped at her, stroking between my spread fingers and then back up to her clit again.
“So good, Emma. So fucking good,” I told her. “Feel how wet you are for me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re dripping.”
“For you. Just for you.”
My dick twitched to hear the words, and I could tell from the dampness inside my boxers that I was already leaking precum—that’s how hard she made me.
Wanting to reward her, I hooked my fingers forward and stroked her G-spot.
She let out a strangled sound and grabbed my hair, holding me tight to her.
And she didn’t think she’d be able to come like this.
A stray thought hit me like a bullet, and my mood darkened. Because why did she think that? Because she hadn’t? Ever? Had Beau never gone down on her? Or had he done the typical male thing of abandoning the task because it took longer than he wanted?
I shoved the thoughts away and redoubled my efforts to make Emma come. This part of her body had been neglected for too long, it was time for someone to worship it instead.