The next movement pulled another sound from him.
Then another.
He reached down.
I caught his hand gently.
“May I?”
“Yes.”
I closed my fingers around him while I continued moving inside him.
Noah’s head fell back against my shoulder.
His eye closed.
“Look at me,” I murmured.
He turned his face.
Our mouths met.
His pleasure built quickly. I felt it in the tightening around me, the tremor in his thigh, the way his kiss lost rhythm.
“Cal.”
“I’m here.”
“Deeper.”
I adjusted the angle with care.
The next slow stroke reached him differently.
Noah cried out.
I stopped at once.
“Again?”
“Yes.”
I repeated it.
Slow.
Deep.
Controlled.
His fingers dug into my arm.
The pressure of his body around mine became almost impossible to withstand.
“I’m close,” I warned.
“Not yet.”
