22. Slippery When Wet #3
I meet his gaze and my heart skips a beat. He’s a beautiful mess with his hair flopped over his forehead and sweat dotting his brow, and he’s staring at me with so much unmasked hunger that I don’t know what to do with it.
“Your pussy is gripping me so goddamn tight.”
I clench around him, my body responding like it’s at his command. My palm drifts to his chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. He reaches between us, thumb circling my clit, and I am completely gone. Lost on another planet entirely.
A moan slips free, but I try to stifle it.
“Let me hear you. It’s just us right now.”
“Oh god. Noah. I’m so close.”
“Let go, baby. I promise I’ll catch you.”
But what if I fall? What if I lose myself to this man and he doesn’t keep his promise?
Just when I’m about to spiral into dangerous territory, he takes my mouth again, stealing my wayward thoughts. His hand begins to tremble, and he buries his face against my shoulder. “Come for me, Clio. I’m not going to last.”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin as my climax builds low in my belly until my entire body is seized with absolute ecstasy. My toes curl, and I cry out his name as tears roll down the sides of my face.
Noah carefully pulls out of me, leaning back on his haunches. His eyes lock with mine as he jerks himself over my stomach. The sight is better than any of my fantasies.
“Do it,” I whisper. “I want to watch you come all over me.”
“Dirty girl. I knew you’d be fucking perfect for me.”
After a few rough strokes, he groans out his release, jets of cum erupting across my lower belly.
A thrill takes hold, and I let my thoughts run away with me, swiping my finger through the mess. I bring it to my mouth and suck, moaning when I taste the salty tang of it on my tongue.
Noah’s eyes flare. “Baby, you have no idea how goddamn sexy you are right now.”
I sit up and crawl to him, taking his still semi-hard cock into my mouth.
“Oh. Holy fuck.”
I take him as far back as I can, swirling my tongue around his length. What I lack in experience I more than make up for in effort. I look up through my lashes and marvel at the expression on his face: his eyes are pinched shut, and his lips are parted.
His knuckles brush the side of my cheek in an all-too-tender gesture before he grips my chin and halts my movements. I release him with a pop and smile up at him.
“You’re trying to kill me.” His lips descend on mine for a filthy kiss. When he pulls away, we’re both sweaty and breathless. He backs off the bed, standing there in all his naked glory. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch his perfect ass as he walks out of the room. I should feel self-conscious, but my body is already prepared for round two. What has he done to me, and how can I get him to keep doing it over and over again?
Noah returns with a warm, wet washcloth, running it over my belly before dipping between my legs. “Are you sore?”
“Only a little.”
Noah settles on my bed with his back against the headboard, holding out his arm. “Come here, princess.”
I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating beneath my ear.
“Clio,” he mutters. “We should talk.”
I inhale a steadying breath and blow it out, bracing myself for the moment when it all comes crashing down around me. He didn’t sign up to give sex lessons to a born-again virgin. This was fun, but I doubt he’ll want to make it a habit.
“You were perfect,” he says, as if sensing where my thoughts have strayed. “But there’s an aspect to my life that I haven’t discussed with you, and I feel like you should know so you can decide where you want to go from here.”
“Ok…”
He toys with the ring on my left hand like he’s nervous. Finally, he says, “I’m bisexual.”
He says it as if he’s the first queer person I’ve met. Far from it. My sister came out as bisexual after we reconnected, and Aunt Penny described her sexuality as fluid. We even attended Pride celebrations in North Carolina. All the same, I do have questions.
“Have you ever been with men?” I ask.
“I have. Does that bother you?”
“No. Not at all,” I say earnestly. “Do you prefer men?”
“Not really. Anatomy isn’t important to me. It’s more about the chemistry.” He pauses for a long moment. “I enjoy anal sex. Giving and receiving.”
“Is… that a dealbreaker for you?”
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his fingertips ghosting over the side of my face. “No. But if you wanted to try, I have toys we could use.”
“You mean pegging?” I ask, not bothering to mince words. I’m a grown-ass woman with a subscription to Pleasure Peak.
He nods. “There’s no pressure. I just thought you should know, in case you’ve decided to amend the contract.”
“I’m not putting it in writing, but I might be interested in trying new things.”
His eyes darken, and suddenly he’s on top of me, his hard length pressing between my thighs. “How about we try for another orgasm?”
I laugh. “If you insist.”
“Oh, I insist.”
Then his mouth is on mine, and I’m lost to the pleasure.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for this night. I feel different, somehow. Like he took all of my messed up parts and rearranged them into something new—more whole, but still imperfect.