Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “More.”
“I want to see all of you.” He unzips my dress and unclasps my bra, then admires every inch of me as he undresses me.
“Now you,” I say eagerly, reaching forward to touch him.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
I lower his boxers, and when his cock springs free, I stroke him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he fists my hair. “Totally worth the wait.”
Grinning, I lower to my knees to put him in my mouth, and the moment I do, Noah releases an animalistic groan. “Katie, baby. Fuck. That feels way too good.”
Though it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve done this to a man, it feels natural and right with him. I glide my tongue along his velvety soft skin, and he shakes against me.
After a moment, Noah lifts me back to my feet and playfully throws me on the bed. I yelp in surprise as I bounce on the mattress, then move to the middle. He towers over me, and our tongues tangle together in a heated kiss.
I’m close to begging him to get inside me when he spreads my thighs and dives between them like a starved man. As he sucks my clit and fingers my pussy, my breathing goes ragged. It only takes seconds for an orgasm to build, and then I’m screaming out my release.
“Mmm…” He buries his face in me, then licks his lips. “I could stay here forever.”
“Shut it and get up here.” I laugh.
His mouth crashes against mine as he palms my breast and pinches my nipple. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers.
“I need you inside me now,” I demand. “Bare.”
Noah raises a brow. “You’re sure? Tyler gave me a big-ass box of condoms, the fucker.”
I snort. “I’m on the pill and used condoms after Gabe.”
Noah scowls and furrows his brows. “I don’t like the idea of other men with you.”
Sucking in my lower lip to hide my amusement, I thread my fingers through his hair. “Trust me, you’ve always been the only one I’ve wanted.”
Leaning in, he captures my bottom lip, then winks. “Is that why you nearly squeezed my head off with your thighs?”
Rolling my eyes, I adjust myself under him until I can feel his hardness against my clit. “Fuck. Me.”
Noah’s gaze hardens as he positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes in. My back nearly flies off the bed at the thickness and the delicious way he’s stretching me. Emotions flood me. It’s impossible for me to put into words how much I love him and how long I’ve been waiting for this very moment.
“You have no idea how good you feel,” he whispers hoarsely when he thrusts the rest of the way.
I wrap my legs around his waist and match his rhythm. “It’s heaven.”
Noah sucks on my neck and ear as we pour over a decade’s worth of unrequited feelings into this moment. He kisses every inch he can, and as I near my climax, he rubs my clit and pushes me over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe out, panting.
“Sweetheart. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Come inside me, Noah,” I tell him.
“You’re sure?” His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, we’re suspended in time. When I said I wanted all of him, I meant it.
“Yes, positive.”
Noah latches on my neck and sucks my collarbone. The sensation of his body on mine sends shivers down my spine, and the urge to have more of him erupts through me.
“Deeper,” I say with a smirk. “Much deeper.”
He lifts both my legs and rests them on his shoulders. “Better grip the sheets, baby.”
Noah towers over me, and goes so deep, I come again. The moment I arch my back, Noah groans, and releases inside me.
“Holy shit,” he groans in my ear. “So goddamn good.”
We lay together, catching our breath as he holds me in his arms. After a moment, he turns on his side and looks at me.
“Now I’m not trying to sound arrogant or anything, but I think you can successfully say this has been your best birthday yet.”
I immediately blush and laugh. “Take me in the shower, and it just might be.”
“I think we can make that happen.”
The day after my birthday, I could barely walk up and down the stairs. I felt like a college student doing the walk of shame, but Owen had a sleepover at my mom’s, so I took advantage of every minute alone with Noah. And soreness or not, it was hella worth it. I wanted to stay with him all weekend, but I had to get home before Owen returned.
“Good mornin’,” Missy says as she cheerfully enters the break room. It’s Wednesday, which means I’ve successfully made it through half of the week.
“Morning.” I sip my coffee, needing it to bring life into my soul.