Chapter 6 Noah #2
I did exactly what I said and took my sweet time, and the taste of Emma, the feel of her fluttering around my fingers, was driving me wild.
It took all my effort just to hold still, to not thrust against the mattress like some mindless beast. Coming now might feel good, but coming inside Emma would feel like heaven, and I didn’t want to miss the chance by spilling too soon.
This might be the only night I ever had with this incredible woman, and I planned to make it last.
Beneath me, she started to tighten up, her breaths coming in short little gasps, her head falling back on the pillow as her legs squeezed the side of my face, her thighs shaking, breasts jiggling.
“Noah, I’m—oh, god.” She sank her hands into my hair again, nails scraping my scalp, and, fuck, that felt good. “Is . . . is this okay?”
“Pull harder, Emma,” I told her. “I want to be fucked, too.”
I thrust my fingers deep, stroked my tongue rougher, and she cried out, hands fisting in my hair, holding me in place as she started rutting against my face.
I matched her speed, humming against her sensitive flesh, and the sounds coming out of her turned desperate, primal.
A keening moan rose from the back of her throat as her entire body tightened up, and then her orgasm ripped through her, her hips losing the rhythm, hands gripping so tight I saw stars, pussy choking my fingers as her muscles clenched and she bore down on me one final time.
“Yes, oh, Noah, yes!” she yelled.
I slowed my pace, moving my tongue to the side of her clit, fingers stilling, head spinning from how turned on I was. My face was slippery with the evidence of how hard she’d climaxed, and arrogant, masculine pride rose within me to know I was the only one who had ever made her come like this.
She went boneless beneath me as she came down from her high. I eased my fingers out of her and wiped my face on my discarded shirt before standing from the bed. I snagged a condom from the nightstand and pushed my sweats and boxers off, feeling Emma’s sex-drugged eyes on me the whole time.
A hint of apprehension crept into her expression as her gaze dropped to my dick.
I winked at her. “Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
She grinned and spread her legs wider. “I almost hope it doesn’t.”
I nearly choked. “Emma.”
“What?” she asked, mischief sparking in her dark eyes. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be split in half by a giant cock.”
“Then let’s find out,” I said. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She let out a thready exhale and did what I said, her full breasts swaying beneath her, back arched, hips high, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I opened the condom and started rolling it on, my gaze wandering toward the skylight and the view of the comets growing closer and closer in the night sky, my earlier skepticism forgotten.
Emma was turning me into a true believer, and I prayed this wouldn’t be our only night together.
That, like the Star-Crossed Lovers, the universe would grant us a second chance, too.
I got onto the bed behind Emma, taking a moment to revel in the sight of her, her shoulders flexing, spine bowed, ass presented like a present. Reaching out, I stroked my hand down her back, loving the way she shuddered in response.
“Are you okay to hold yourself up like this?” I asked, thinking of how wobbly she’d been earlier.
She nodded. “Please, Noah. I need it.”
“Need this dick?”
“Yes,” she panted, already rolling her hips. “Please, fuck me. Please.”
I fisted my shaft and guided it between her legs, fitting myself to her entrance.
She made a needy little noise and pushed backward, seating herself on the head of my cock.
I gripped her hips, holding her still, taking a moment to breathe through the spike of pleasure.
She tried to push back against me, and I chuckled.
“Such a demanding little thing.”
She made a frustrated noise and tried to move again. I slapped her ass, gently, just a warning, and she froze, but from the way her pussy clamped down on my dick, she liked it.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll give you the fuck you need.” I yanked her backward, burying myself deep, and she gasped, her body locking up at the sudden invasion. “Shhh,” I soothed, easing out of her. “You’re already taking me so good.”
I thrust back in, not going any deeper than I already had, giving her a chance to adjust. She started to relax, and I slammed my hips forward again, bottoming out so hard that my balls slapped against her clit.
She cried out. “Noah! Oh, fuck. So full.”
“Fuller than you’ve ever been?” I demanded, needing to know.
“Yes. God, you fill me up so good.”
My balls tightened to hear her say it, pressure building at the base of my spine that told me I wasn’t going to last long if she kept talking. She’d turned into such a proper lady over the last decade that hearing her speaking filth for me went straight to both of my heads.
She started to relax again, and I took that as my cue to move, looking down as I pulled out, feeling her body grip me tight, seeing my shaft glisten with her arousal before pistoning back in. Nope. I definitely wasn’t going to last long, so I damn well better make this good for her.
I slipped a hand around her hip, stroking it over her belly, lower, until I reached the apex of her thighs.
I knew her clit must be swollen from what I’d just done to it, so instead of making direct contact, I placed my index and middle finger on either side of it, pinching gently.
She hissed, her hips jerking, and I pulled out before thrusting back into her tight, wet heat.
She arched her back, changing the angle, deepening it, crying out when I rammed home. I picked up speed. She shoved back to meet my thrusts.
“Good. So good,” she panted, her inner muscles squeezing.
I grunted, one hand digging into her hip, my other keeping pressure on her clit.
Her ass slapped against my thighs. Our ragged breathing cut the silence of the night, and the smell of sex filled my nose.
She felt fucking incredible wrapped around my cock, so hot, so welcoming, her inner walls fluttering against my shaft, milking me, making it impossible for me to hold out.
And then I felt it, the moment she started to tip over the edge again, her pussy squeezing harder, her thrusts coming faster, titties bouncing, ass clapping, thighs shaking.
“Noah!” she yelled, and hearing her call my name while she started to come ripped my own orgasm straight from my soul.
I grabbed both of her hips and worked her up and down my cock, fucking into her with such ferocity that I was worried I might hurt her, until she screamed, “Yes! Harder!”
I gave her what she wanted, gave her all I had, as the pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable degree before detonating with such force that I nearly blacked out. I groaned, my hips slowing as I unloaded deep inside her, gasping for breath because I’d never come so hard in my fucking life.
Afterward, we collapsed against the covers, the sweat starting to cool on our skin as we tried to catch our breath.
“Holy shit, Emma.”
“I know,” she said. “I feel like I just died and came back to life again.”
I choked on a laugh, because she did not just say that.
She rose over me, grinning in the darkness, her hair a mess, lips swollen, her expression filled with feminine satisfaction. Just over her shoulder, the Star-Crossed Lovers finally reached each other, reunited in the heavens, and it was hard not to take it as a sign.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Noah.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Emma.”
Her grin widened. “Can we do that again?”