His hands trail down my sides, skimming the lace of my panties, setting my whole body on fire.
I’m not idle.I caress his shoulders, his chest, down his solid abs all the way to the thick, hard length I see outlined in his jeans.
“Fuck, Tinsel.No more of that or I won’t last,” he grunts, and removes my hand from his cock.
So fucking hot.
Then he lifts me into his arms, I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed.
The city glows outside the windows, snowflakes drifting down like a scene from a dream.But I only see him.
Onlyfeelhim.
Noel lays me down like I’m breakable, like I matter.
He peels away the rest of my clothes with aching tenderness, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers like he’s worshipping me.
When he slides my panties down, I’m already slick, already aching.
But he doesn’t rush.
Then he kneels between my thighs and pushes my legs apart as far as they go—and he justlooksat me.
For one long, charged second.
That’s all he does, and I swear to God I’m so turned on I am dripping down my thighs.
“Look at your perfect pussy, Tinsel.So pink and pretty.You’re so wet,” he murmurs, leaning down and brushing a kiss to the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“I’ve got you, Baby.Gonna eat this pretty pussy all up.Lick you till you scream for me.”
And I believe him.
I’ve never felt so safe and soexposedat the same time.
He leans back, tugging his shirt over his head, and I bite my lip at the sight of him.
Goddamn is he gorgeous.
Broad chest, scars, obnoxiously perfect abs.I know what I look like.I’m soft.I have belly rolls and dimpled thighs.
Some people call me chubby if they’re being cute.Fat if they’re not.
But the way Noel’s looking at me now, like he can’t get enough of me?Well, he just makes none of that matter.None of my old doubts or shyness about my size and shape.
Because I know he wants me as much as I want him.
And yeah, I want to know the stories behind his scars.I want to know more about him than I do.
So far?I can’t say I don’t like what I’ve learned.
Those powerful arms of his are so capable.I should know, I’ve already fallen into them more than once—literally and emotionally.
“Noel—please?—”
“I’ve got you,” he repeats, voice thick.“Let me take care of you, Tinsel.”
He tastes me like he’s starving—slow, deep licks that unravel me.He nuzzles my clit with his nose, shoving his tongue inside my aching pussy.
