“No.”
“Still green?”
“Very green.”
His hand quickened.
I groaned.
He kissed the sound from my mouth.
There was delight in him now.
Not merely relief.
Not endurance.
Desire.
He wanted the reactions he drew from me.
He wanted to feel my control weaken beneath his touch.
His thumb pressed beneath the head of my cock, then stroked upward.
My hips moved before I could stop them.
Noah inhaled sharply.
“Was that good?”
“Yes.”
“Do it again?”
“Please.”
He did.
Pleasure shot through me.
I caught the back of his neck and kissed him deeply.
His mouth opened beneath mine, soft and hungry. His beard brushed my chin. His breathing broke each time I dragged my hand along him.
The rhythm changed.
Not frantic.
More certain.
Our bodies pressed close enough that our hands brushed on every stroke. Heat gathered between us. Noah’s thigh tightened over mine.
His forehead rested against mine.
“I want to remember this.”
“You will.”
