“Then ask fewer questions and pay attention.”
The words carried an echo of the man he had been without belonging to anyone but the man beside me.
I tightened my grip slightly.
Noah’s body arched.
A low sound escaped him.
“Again,” he whispered.
I did.
He answered by circling his thumb over me.
Pleasure broke my breath.
Noah smiled.
“You like that.”
“Yes.”
“Still?”
“Always.”
He leaned in and kissed me.
Harder than before.
His lips parted, tongue meeting mine while our hands moved between our bodies.
Warm skin.
Slow strokes.
Shared breath.
His leg slid over mine as far as the healing hip allowed. The position brought us closer without trapping him.
His chest pressed to mine.
His cock moved hot and hard through my fist.
My own body pulsed in his hand.
Noah moaned into my mouth.
The sound made my grip tighten.
His hips followed.
“Too much?” I asked.
“No.”
“Pain?”
