Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Noah locked the door behind us. Before I could awkwardly offer him a tour of my studio apartment, he crowded me and backed me up toward my bed, his hand cupping my cheek as he gave me soft, suggestive kisses. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees. Nervously, I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to draw him up to join me. He shook his head, a wicked grin on his face that shot sparks of want right through me. I wanted to be filled with him and wrapped up in his arms all night, our legs twisting together in multiple ways. I felt my mouth go dry with that longing. I wanted to say something, but all my words had vanished, along with my ability to breathe in a regular way.
Noah’s fingers wrapped around my bare ankle, and he drew my leg to his shoulder. He shrugged off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. My foot was just propped there on his broad shoulder as I felt the shift and movement of him rolling his shirtsleeves up to expose tanned forearms. I couldn’t wait to see what he did to me. Something that required such preparation and more range of motion than a fitted tuxedo jacket afforded him. A swoop in my stomach told me this would be unforgettable. My eyes bored into his as he grinned a filthy half-smile and ran his hands up the backs of my calves.
A shiver trailed the touch of his hot hands on me. I shook with raw want when he swept his hands between my thighs and parted them. The stroke of his thumbs would have been soothing if they hadn’t been so close to the place that pulsed and ached for him. The quiver of my muscles at his touch led him to plant a kiss on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I couldn’t stifle the little sound I made or take my eyes off him, his handsome face, the stubble along his jawline.
My leg jerked in his grip when he kissed my thigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force embarrassment away. My body responded to him in a dramatic way. I looked away, breaking eye contact with him and tried to shut my legs.
“Hey,” he said, his hand trapped between my thighs. Noah petted me and drew a sharp breath asking, “what’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” I whispered miserably, still looking away from him, unable to meet his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m embarrassed,” I confessed. “I’m so… wet. I know what you must think of me.” Shame heated my face.
“What? That you’re exquisitely sensitive? That you’re so wet that it makes me feel like an incredible lover because you respond to my touch like that? Why would you be ashamed of your body? Or this pretty pussy that’s flushed and slick for me? God, Madison, I could eat you out for days like this and never get enough. Please—” he broke off, his voice husky and raw.
Noah set that big hand on my pussy and the rasp of his palm on my outer lips filled me with a rush of desire for him. I unbent, trying to relax as I let my legs fall open for him again. He nuzzled my slick flesh and made an mmm sound as if he wanted to bury his face in my core. “Let me, baby, please. I want to taste you so bad it’s driving me insane.”
Again, he rubbed his thumb over my slit and gave an admiring noise as he pressed the thick tip of his thumb just inside me. He breached the lips, and I felt the flutter of my inner muscles clench already. I tried to babble something to him, but it was impossible to speak. I would only have begged him at that point anyway. I pushed my hips forward against his hand and his thumb sank into me. I sighed in relief at having something to clench on, which I needed instantly as he closed his soft lips on my clit and began to suck and lick it. He kissed first one lip and then the other, dragging the tip of his tongue through my folds with tormenting slowness. He mapped every whorl of my secret places, his muscular tongue finding every spot that gave me pleasure as if he were taking notes. My legs were over his big shoulders, which pressed my thighs wider, spreading me for him like some luscious feast. I liked that he wanted to look at me, to touch and press and kiss to find out what I needed, to coax me up the mountain of my climax. But he was just too good.
When Noah tried scissoring two fingers into my pussy as he licked my clit, everything exploded. My senses roared with a thundering pleasure that clawed at me roaring. It was no gentle sweet orgasm, but one that threatened to tear me apart. At last, I was calmer, the flutters of my inner muscles still telling the story of how intense that orgasm was. I had scratched his shoulders, had arched up on the bed and screamed.