Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Both of us jump, experience half a second of confusion, then dive right back into each other’s faces.
Noah apparently decides he isn’t getting enough of me, so he climbs over the center console without warning and straddles my lap with surprising agility. That results in his butt hitting the horn again, but neither of us react to it the second time, our lips staying connected, our hands on each other.
He reaches down and cranks my seat back, which sends me flying backwards unexpectedly, rendering me almost horizontal. He crawls over my body, hands pressed to my chest, and digs his mouth into mine with such hunger, I feel it down to my stomach.
I would never have predicted such a beast lived inside Noah.
Did I unleash this? Or did the beast always exist?
He’s taken the lead with no coaxing or pushing. Not even the tiniest word of encouragement.
Then he pulls away and whispers, “Is this alright?”
I stare up at his face. When did his glasses come off? “Are you kidding me?” I breathe back.
“Is that a yes?” he asks.
“Yes. It’s a resounding yes.”
“Good.” When he crashes back down upon my mouth, the kiss intensifies. He grinds his body into mine, flattening me to the seat.
Then I make the discovery that he’s hard.
Just as hard as I am.
His crotch presses against mine with force, revealing an ache inside I didn’t realize was there, a deep and desperate throbbing that needs urgent relief.
I was not aware of exactly how pent-up I am.
Like, Yellowstone-pent-up. Super volcano that has been ready and overdue to blow for centuries.
I have wanted this so badly, it’s incalculable.
Noah stops kissing me, pulls his face away just an inch, eyes closed, then gently drags his tongue over my parted lips. He smiles to himself as I watch him, in awe. Then he resumes kissing me, but more tenderly. His hands drag up my body and take hold of my face before, with surprising naturalness, he slides his soft tongue inside my mouth. I gasp against his gift, inviting my tongue to meet his. Our kiss enters a whole new dimension of exploration as our tongues become intimately acquainted.
The kissing inspires him to grind his crotch into mine even harder. I feel his cock flex within his pants, a notification to tell me how much he’s into this. Each time his cock flexes, I can feel it perfectly against mine. I suppress a groan as my hands take hold of his hips, then gently thrust against him in response.
I don’t know if this is giving either of us any of the relief we’re clearly craving, or if it’s making it all worse, driving us into a state of insanity, eager to be freed somehow from our insatiable desire for one another.
It is becoming increasingly evident how very much our pants are in the way of something we both clearly want.
He pulls away again. “Grab my ass.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “Who are you?”
His fingers slide into my hair and curl into fists, grabbing hold of me with such strength, it’s my body’s instinct to moan.
I move my hands from his hips to his ass, which I’m surprised to report is firmer and more bountiful than I previously thought. Is that the right word? “Bountiful”? Can a perfectly-proportioned plump butt be dignified with the word “bountiful”?
But it isn’t just the size or exquisite hand-filling shape of his tender cheeks that has me losing my mind.
It’s that when I squeeze, his cheeks flex back.
Then he grinds deeper against my crotch.
How is anyone supposed to maintain sanity with this amount of tension building up on this overcrowded driver’s seat?
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me,” breathes Noah into my ear.
He says this while I have my hands on his ass, squeezing like I expect to wring milk out of it. He says this while we grind our crotches together like we’re mining for diamonds.
“Noah …” I breathe.
Then his fingers curl even tighter in my hair, surprising me, as he dives back into my mouth. He humps me even harder now, working me like a piece of meat he’s tenderizing by beating it to its second death on a kitchen counter.
My grunts are turning vocal without my permission.
“N … N … Noah …”
He presses his next kiss against my cheek, then my jaw, then goes for my ear, where he takes a sudden nip. Tingles of ecstasy rocket down my neck from the feel of his teeth on my earlobe. I’m out of control with my moans as he drags his lips down the side of my neck, right where it’s tender, right where I have to fight an instinct to squirm against him. My whole entire body is sensitive. Charged. Activated. Moving.
Then something hits the stick shift. There’s no telling if it’s his arm or mine, but quite suddenly we’re not parked.