Page 135 of Whispered Promises

“Yes, I want that so badly.”

I pant as he adds more perfect pressure to my clit. His face leans in closer, my tongue swipes out and I trace it over the seam of his mouth. A mouth I wasn’t expecting to talk like that.

He’s so neatly put together, so gentle and polite.

Maybe that’s what makes it even dirtier.

He rubs firm, hypnotic circles against my clit, and I moan. Then something nudges at my entrance, and I freeze. I glance down, and my mouth falls open. I ignore the messy, pink streaks that coat my thighs and his fingers…because there, right between my thighs, is his cock.

“Um, what? What are you doing?”

“I want to fill you up. I want your swollen walls to grip me as I slide inside. If you don’t want this, tell me now. We can stop,” he grits out, his voice laced with tension and restraint.

“Do it. I want to feel you fill me so—shiiiit.”

He plunges in. We groan simultaneously as he bottoms out inside me. When he pauses, a niggle of doubt pulls me out of the haze. Did we go too far? Perhaps this isn’t what he wanted.

I gasp as he tugs out, prepared to apologise, but he thrusts deeply back in and my words are forgotten. Noah sets a brutal pace. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He glides in so easily, but I can feel every twitch and pulse he makes. Everything’s so…sensitive. Every nerve ending, every sensation leads straight to my core.

His gaze is locked on mine, shrouding us in a level of intimacy I hadn’t expected, and his hips push in harder, quicker with need…for me. The impact of his thrusts pushes my arousal out, and it trickles down the crease of my cheeks, but I don’t care about the mess.

“I’m so close. I need you to come inside me. Please, I need to feel you.”

Noah’s hips stutter, then he restarts his achingly good rhythm.

“I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to,” he pants, head dropping to rest against mine.

Words can’t describe the rush of heat as I feel his cock swell before he groans and slows, his come filling me up as I wanted it to.

“Come for me, Rosy. Let me feel you grip me.” His voice is breathless, ragged from his release. But he doesn’t pull out, he pushes in further and adds pressure to my clit, using the wetness leaking from me.

“I need…I need.”

I don’t even know what I need.

Noah leans down, drawing my breast into his mouth and sucking on it hard. He sucks as much of it into his mouth as he can, and the tugging sensation has an incoherent noise coming from me.

“Oh, shit, yes. Yes. Noah, don’t…don’t stop.”

My head drops back, hips grinding onto his softening cock as his fingers strum hard against my clit. Everything’s so wet, so good.

A long, low moan is the only sound I make as the intense orgasm hits me.

Noah slips free, and it’s like a veil is lifted. Awkwardness and embarrassment rush in.

Did we?

I can’t believe…it’s not even a light flow day.

Closing my eyes quickly, I try to think of a way to get out of this moment.

“Rosy, look at me. Please? You don’t need to feel embarrassed about what we did. I loved every minute of it. The important thing is whether you’re feeling any better?”

Opening my eyes at his pleading request, I can’t stop the warmth that floods me at the care he shows.

“Sorry, it’s hard not to feel awkward. Sex in general makes me nervous afterwards, but that felt like levelling up. A part of me is…ashamed to have enjoyed it so much. It’s hard to know what’s the right way to feel when society has taught you one thing but you feel another?” It’s difficult to hold myself back when I’m with him.

“There’s nothing wrong with any of this, and I say fuck society for making you think that. What we did was consensual and beautiful. I can’t tell you how sexy it is to watch you trust me with your vulnerability. I wish I could stay inside you forever.” He finishes with a sultry smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners.