Page 121 of At First Catch

He watches me as though the honesty surprises him too, but he does not take it back.

“You can’t say things like that,” I whisper.

“Apparently, I can.”

“And then what am I supposed to do?”

His nose brushes mine. “Stay.”

One word.

No demand. No pressure. Only a quiet hope offered between us.

This time, staying does not feel like something I do for everyone else.

It feels like a choice I get to make for myself.

Nolan guides me to the couch to begin his magic, covering every inch of exposed skin in his searing kisses, leaving my body warm and willing. But he doesn’t press me for more; the only pressing he does is with the stiff cock in his pants that he keeps rubbing against my center, leaving my panties soaked. I imagine that we look like two horny teenagers going at it when our parents are out. He is proving to be a selfless man, only wanting to taste me and growling every time I pull back to ask if I can explore his body.

Reaching up, I weave my hand through his dark hair, loving the feel of the strands as they slide through my fingers.

“I want you, Nolan,” I whisper.

“Good, because if I keep rubbing against you, I’m going to come in my pants, and I’d rather come inside you.”

Quickly he strips me of my clothes, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder. The smoldering gaze he trails across my skin leaves tiny goose bumps over my flesh.

We sink into the couch together, our mouths still connected, my nearly naked body beneath his clothed one. His hand travels along my ribs, stopping just shy of my breast. My nipples stand at attention for him, seeking his touch. And finally, after a few agonizing minutes, he pulls away from my mouth and turns his attention to my hardened peaks.

Gazing at me with his large hand cupping my breast, he says, “Your tits are perfection. The perfect size and so sweet.”

He moves his focus to the overlooked breast and starts to suckle the nipple with intense urgency.

“Nolan,” I groan as I shift my hips against him. My lower half is awake and needy, wanting his focus.

“Need me somewhere else, sweetheart? Where do you want me now?”

Rocking my hips against his shorts-covered erection, I try to wordlessly get my point across, but the stubborn man shakes his head as he presses a kiss to my navel.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me where you want me.”

“Nolan,” I growl, but he simply continues to stare at me, waiting.

“Fine. I want your mouth on my pussy.”

If it was possible, Nolan’s grin grows two times bigger than I’ve ever seen as he slides my panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder into oblivion.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’m going to have you screaming my name in no time.”

“Promises. Promises.”

I shouldn’t doubt Nolan. Ever. Because not even two minutes into his fingers and tongue working their magic on my clit and sex, I’m coming apart at his command. My legs tremble on either side of his body as I struggle to come back into myself.

“You’re delicious. I could feast on you all day.”

“If this is the outcome every time, then I absolutely will allow it. Now, get naked. It’s not fair that you still have your clothes on.”

“I didn’t want the distraction, because if my cock came anywhere close to your pussy, it was going to act selfishly.”