“More.”
“Rain is touching the windows.”
“More.”
“My hand is on your stomach.”
“More.”
I pressed my mouth to his shoulder.
“I love you.”
His body softened around me.
I moved carefully.
He exhaled.
“Green.”
I prepared him without haste.
Noah began to press back in subtle movements, first with his body, then with words.
“More pressure.”
I gave it to him.
“Again.”
I repeated the motion.
His arousal remained hard against his stomach.
I reached around.
He stopped my hand.
“Not yet.”
“All right.”
“I want to come while you’re inside me.”
The words nearly ended my control.
I withdrew my fingers carefully.
Noah turned his face toward me.
“Still yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you inside me.”
I coated myself with lubricant and moved close again.
