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Noah felt heat sizzle through his dick. It began at the tip, her juices kissed it, glazed it, then pure tight bliss began to enfold it.
He sucked her nipple harder, lashed it with his tongue and heard her cry out his name.
“Oh yeah. Baby, so good.” He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. “So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.”
She took him deeper, rocking on him, moving against him as he lifted to her, watching her eyes, watching them as his chest tightened, exploded. She was staring at him the way she’d stared at him before he died. Before he was taken from her.
He had told her to imagine him however she needed to. To let him be whatever she needed. And this was how desperately she needed her husband. The man who had chased the adrenaline high rather than his future with her. But it had been more than that. So much more. And it ended here, in her arms, and he knew the loss hadn’t been worth it. Nothing was worth losing this woman.
“Yeah. Ride me now. Fuck me hard and sweet. But later. Later I’m going to lay you down and lap that pretty pussy again. Fill my mouth with your sweet juice. I’m going to tongue your pussy, Sabella. I’m going to suck your clit until you’re screaming. Begging. For me.”
She shivered and arched. She took more of him, her pussy growing wetter around him, tighter around him.
He had never talked to her like that. He’d always cuddled her, tried to protect her from what he was, from what had once been just a shadow of darkness inside his sexuality.
“Yes.” She hissed her pleasure, she loved it. Her head fell back as she moved on him, working herself on him, faster, slower, teasing and taking and giving until he was ready to roar with the agonizing pleasure of it.
The whore’s dust made the need sharper, harder. But it hadn’t changed the pleasure. She still gave him more pleasure, destroyed him with each touch, took him like a vixen in heat, and made him want to beg for more.
She rode him now, sliding up and down, watching him, her eyes narrowed, her face flushed as he watched the pleasure rising inside her as well.
He smiled. A tight hard smile. And did something he had never done as her husband. Hooking his arm around her he drew her to his chest, took her lips. The fingers of one hand slid into the syrupy juices surrounding his cock and drew them back to a place he had never touched as her husband.
A place he hadn’t yet explored, dreamed of exploring, ached to take. She was jerking against him, her breathing shallow now, taking his cock harder as he slickened his fingers, tucked one at that entrance and took control from her.
His hips slammed upward, his finger eased inside her. Slow and easy. Working in and out, lubricating with her own juices just enough to allow this penetration.
She was going wild. Arching and bucking.
“Easy. Slow down, Sabella. Slow and easy.” He pulled his finger back, worked more of her juices to the tiny entrance and slid in again. Slid in until he was lodged inside to the base of his finger, feeling her hot and tight there as well.
Then he moved.
“I want to take you here.” He was fucking her, driving inside her, shafting her with quick hard strokes.
“I want to stretch you, ease you. I want to slide into your hot little ass and feel you go insane with the pleasure of it.”
His finger moved slow and easy, sliding with the lightest strokes as he surged inside her pussy with his cock, slammed inside her until he felt the first ripples, the first warning contractions rippling through her pussy. She was getting ready to explode. He thrust harder, deeper, impaling her with his cock and with his finger and feeling his balls catch fire.
The flames rushed up his spine as she screamed against his chest, exploded around him and began jerking in his arms with the pleasure.
He heard his own yell. Her name. Just her name. Not the vow he had always given her. But it was followed by the hardest, hottest come he’d ever had in his life. Semen shot from his cock in furious, violent eruptions. It filled her, washed through her, and she cried out again, shivered and contracted around him again. Tense, tight, holding him inside her as she shuddered weakly through the pulsing pleasure then collapsed against his chest.
Later, much later, Sabella stared into the darkness. Noah slept beside her, one arm under her, one thrown over her. His head rested next to hers, the soft rhythm of his breathing flowed over her.
There were things, Sabella thought, that men just did not always consider when it came to women. Because women were smart enough not to tell them.
Women took the time to know the men they loved. The little things. Women were curious like that, where men weren’t always as perceptive, even big tough SEALs and superagents.
For instance, the way a man touched a woman’s body, the woman he loved. Not just the feel of his fingers, but how he did it. The strength could change, it could be gentle and firm, or it could be desperate and hungry, but still there were things that remained the same. Certain sensations, certain ways of doing it.
The way a man took a woman, hard and fast or slow and easy or anything in between, there was always a single constant. And that was the man.
Scars marred Noah’s hands and his body. There were calluses her husband hadn’t had and there were calluses her husband had had that were missing from Noah’s hands. But the way his cock pressed into her, the nerve endings it stroked, the way he filled her, the way he stretched her, it was all too similar.
Too many things were too similar.
“Sabella. You hit my truck. It was right there, in plain view.”
