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She gave him a wet kiss. Cupping her lips over his balls she licked him until his hands were buried in her hair, pulling at it, then pushing her head closer. Kneading her scalp like a cat and flexing beneath her touch.
There was something different in her touch now. He couldn’t pinpoint it. Not yet. He’d figure it out tomorrow. Later. After he got her mouth on his dick. But damn, those sweet lips felt so good on his balls. They were tight, they were always tight when the fever hit him, when the need for her touch was an agony, a starvation.
When nothing mattered but feeling her. Just feeling her. Just for a minute, before the hunger sharpened and he had to move.
She sucked at his balls, kissed them.
Had she ever done that when they were married? He swore she hadn’t. But he hadn’t exactly pushed her to be adventurous. He had always been too damned greedy just to get into her pants in the first place.
Now, now, he wanted more. He wanted that wild woman he was glimpsing. The one who liked being talked dirty to. The one who burned in his arms when he let her have her way with his body.
“Is this what you want?” Her voice was velvet soft, a rasp of pleasure so sweet he felt it lance through his body as her tongue licked up the heavy stalk of his erection.
“God yes!” He lifted to her, watching, his teeth clenched, pleasure ricocheting from nerve ending to nerve ending as her mouth finally closed over the head of his cock.
Ah hell yes. This. Her mouth sucking his cock head tight and hot, so sweet. His hips arched to her as he felt her tongue the underside, rub it, her tongue stretching against it in that hot little way she had.
He shivered at the sensation. Shit. That was good. It was too damned good because he was going to blow any second if she kept that up.
Then she changed tactics. She sucked him.
“Hell. Damn you.” His hands locked in her hair at the tight, deep strokes of her mouth. “Suck me, Sabella. God, that hot mouth of yours is like heaven. Sucking me straight to ecstasy.”
She took him deeper inside her mouth than he ever remembered going before. She worked his cock head against her tongue, the roof of her mouth. She stroked him with silken lips, a destructive tongue, and when he thought he was going to shatter from the pleasure, she released him.
“Pretty lips,” he groaned. “Swollen from my cock fucking them. Do you know how much that turns me on?”
His witch. His sweet hot little witch. She stared back at him, her gray eyes darkening, her face flushed, her hair wild around her face and shoulders.
“A lot?” she whispered, licking her lips, then licking the underside of his cock head. “I’m guessing you like it a whole lot.”
A temptress. A brazen little sexpot licking her tongue over the head of his cock and tasting the pearl of semen that beaded at the tiny slit of his cock head.
And then she moaned.
He was going to come with nothing more to spur it than the sound of that moan, hot and hungry. His cock jerked in her hands and she smiled. A sensual, confident little smile. The knowing smile. A woman that holds a man in the very palm of her hand, literally. Not just his soul, but his dick.
She held all of him. Noah knew it. He had known it since the first day he saw her, frazzled, worried about her job and her car and asking for a wrench.
Hell, if he’d known she meant the wrench itself rather than a helping hand . . .
And here she was now, her body sliding slowly up his, straddling his hips, easing over him and staying clear of his wounds.
That hot, wet pussy slid over the shaft of his cock, tucking it between his own body and her swollen flesh as her lips lowered to his.
He was waiting on her, hungry for her. Desperate. Dying in her arms and she didn’t even know it. He died in her arms every time he shot his seed inside her. Every time he felt her contracting around him in release.
“Kiss me, Noah.” Sweet, sensual, her voice worked his senses like a master musician with an instrument. She strummed through his heart, plucked at his ragged soul and left him reaching for her.
“You’re teasing,” he growled as her tongue licked over his hips.
His hand gripped her hips, moving her against him, feeling her pussy slide over his erection as her tongue tasted his lips.
“I intend to deliver.” She nipped at his lips, stared down at him.
“You better deliver fast.” He was this side of panting, one second from rolling her to the bed and burying the thick, tormented length of his cock inside her.
She lifted her hips as his hands slid up her torso, cupped her swollen breasts. He bent his head to her hard little nipples as she let the head of his cock tuck into her entrance.
