Page 145 of Forever Relentless

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you.” His hand slid down my side, his fingers between my legs, rubbing my already sensitive clit.

“I know.”

And I did know. He hadn’t hidden his attraction for me. I don’t think I’d managed any better.

I moved up the bed, and he followed me, never moving far enough away that he wasn’t surrounding me.

“They’re in the drawer.”

He kissed me hard. Dirty. Tongue and teeth, and I met his lust with my own. My hand circled his length, glancing down at it, as he reached past me and lifted a condom from my drawer.

I stroked him, reveling in his size, eager to feel all of him. His body was a work of art. Tight pecs, firm abs, biceps that promised nothing but strength, all wrapped in warm skin and black tattoos.

“You’re ridiculously ripped,” I groaned as I tasted his skin. “I want to lick you all over.”

Noah laughed, sitting back on his heels, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

“Jesus Christ, I think that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I watched him roll the condom on, envious of the latex as it wrapped snugly around his thick cock.

“Spread your legs,” he directed. He was above me again. “Put me inside you.”

I was a mess. I gripped him lightly, hating the condom but not so stupid with lust that I’d let it come off, and I guided him to where I needed him most.

“I haven’t had sex for a year,” I suddenly blurted. “So, um, be gentle.”

He dipped his head and kissed me softly. I almost forgot I was holding his cock as I lost myself in his kiss.

“I’ll be good to you,” he promised. He nudged inside me, and I didn’t stop the whimper in time. “You okay?”

“More.”

Noah smirked, his hips flexing, and my fingers curled around his biceps.

He was stretching me. It was everything I needed. Everything he promised. When he was all the way in, he gave me a moment, and then he started to move.

We shouldn’t have fit. He was about a foot taller than me. His cock was long and thick and filled up every space inside me. It shouldn’t feel like this. As good as this.

His hands slid under my hips, tilting me up to him, and his strokes got longer. My back arched, my hands stretched over my head, gripping the sheets as he fucked into me with skill and precision.

I didn’t recognize the sounds I made. I know I’d never made them before.

When he moved his hand away from my ass and began to circle my clit with his thumb, I was sure I was going to embarrass myself and start begging. I needed to come; the pressure that was building was too much.

“I’m — I’m . . . Fuck, Noah.”

“Come for me, B. Grip my cock just like that.” His eyes were locked on mine, liquid heat, darkened with desire.

He was the sexiest fucking man I’d ever seen.

“Fuck!” I think I saw stars. I know that’s a cheesy cliché, but I still saw something flashing across my vision.

I heard his groan, and his fingers dug into my hips. I opened my eyes just as Noah emptied inside me.

Even his sex face was perfect.

His head dropped on my shoulder, his lips pressed into mine.