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I rotated against him, slowly, the motions causing my muscles to tighten from my abdomen down to my core. If possible, he felt even bigger, filling me so deeply I couldn’t take much more of it.

Noah let out a rough grunt and released my breast, taking hold of my hips with both of his hands once again. I watched him, eyes half lidded with pleasure as he helped to lift my body up and down, meeting me with precise rhythm, pounding into me.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than that, he reached his fingers up and pressed them into my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his dark eyes glinting back from beneath me.

I complied and his fingers slid over my tongue, all the way back, nearly gagging me. I closed my lips around him and sucked on them, something so delicious about being filled in both my mouth and pussy. I moaned.

With a pop, he pulled his fingers loose and slid them low, straight down to my throbbing clit.

“I’m about to make you feel incredible,” he said huskily, fingers dancing so close to where I wanted him to touch. “So you be a good girl and don’t stop moving until you cum.”

I stared down at him in wonder, speechless.

His soaking wet fingers pressed against my clit roughly and I let out a desperate sigh. “Do you understand?”

“God, yes,” I gasped, rotating my hips forward, wishing he would move those damn fingers. “Right there, please.”

Noah’s fingers began to circle my clit with precision, matching the rhythm of my hips as I continued to ride him. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me that built with each pass of his skilled fingers. I could feel myself tightening around him, my body responding instinctively to his touch. Like I was made for him.

“That’s it,” Noah encouraged, pressing his own groan into my chest. “Let go for me Delane. I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

His words were my undoing. The combination of his fingers stroking my sensitive flesh and the way he filled me completely sent me spiraling. My hips twitched forward, rocking greedily, movements becoming so erratic as I chased my release. That ultimate pleasure was just within reach, I could feel it.

“Noah,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his chest for support as my body sank down onto his for the final time. “I’m—”

Before I could finish, he pressed harder against my clit, and what little that was left of the world dissolved around me. A cry escaped my lips and pleasure crashed over me, my body trembling against him as I reached my orgasm. I could feel myself tighten and pulse around him, my body grinding desperately into his touch as the pleasure surged through every nerve ending.

Just as the last wave of pleasure coursed through me, I felt Noah’s hands tighten on my hips. With an abrupt motion, he lifted me off of him, pulling out of me completely. The sudden emptiness caused a surprised cry to escape my throat, but I soon understood why.

Noah moaned deeply, his own release spilling onto his lap as he stroked himself through his final thrusts.

My body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, but that rush that just moments before had me feeling on top of the world, was slowly fading. Quicker than I ever thought it would.

Noah’s eyes cut to the side—to me—and he smiled, taking his arm and wrapping it around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I couldn’t hold it back any longer.”

I nodded, too blissfully exhausted to even form words. My head found its place on his shoulder, resting there. I watched our chests rise and fall in tandem, analyzing the sweat gathered on our skin.

The wind hit us just right and I shivered. I realized then how exposed I was. I reset the top of my dress, covering my chest. After what we had just done, it wasn’t like I should be embarrassed. But, reality was slowly returning. Even though he’d seen me in the most vulnerable state, I still blushed considering how raunchy I’d just behaved.

This must be how it feels then. The awkwardness of after.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked softly, his fingers tracing circles on my back.

My body quivered again, but not because of the cold air outside. Because of the question. Because I knew that was going to come back up sooner or later. The why. Why I was there, at his house. Why I had ignored his messages. Why I had been a desperate mess on his porch.

There wasn’t much use in hiding the truth, really.

“Talk to me,” Noah coaxed.

My eyes met his, and he didn’t look away. I hoped he could see everything in there: my exhaustion, my pain, and the remnants of my desire—satiated by his touch.

“My parents…” The words left my mouth with effort.

“Yeah?” He leaned up slightly on the bench as he said it, adjusting his pants and pulling them back up.