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Nicole
This must be what it feels like to be high, I thought. This floating, euphoric feeling that kept getting better. I could see why people would chase this feeling, would sell and trade and steal for it. I’d never felt anything like it. All he’d done was rock his hips against me and everything just splintered, a swift roll of pleasure ripped through me. Christ, nothing I’d ever done with a man or a vibrator had compared at all to what he’d just done. And he was just warming up. I knew it.
I was on my back, and he had me right where he wanted me. The predatory satisfaction in that handsome face, those piercing eyes told me what I needed to know. That he’d been telling the truth about wanting me. He had the hot gaze and the tight jaw of a man whose desire knew no bounds, and whose iron control was in place so he could savor this, savor me. Savor something he’d been waiting for. A shiver ran through me. He pressed me down into the cushions and kissed me, really kissed me for the first time.
Noah parted my lips with infinite patience, teasing and tantalizing, stopping to suck at my bottom lip, to lick my upper lip with just the tip of his hot tongue, making me writhe as the pull down in my belly grew sharper. I wanted him, wanted to wriggle against him, to rub up and down the hard length of him and get that elusive, ferocious pleasure again. Instead, I got a mouthful of his tongue, thrusting and probing, exploring. It was sudden and hungry, and I found myself arching against him, sucking on his tongue, loving it. He was so masterful, taking my mouth, tasting and touching me, making me bend to his will and making me like it and want more of it. I’d always had to take the lead when it came to sex. Now, I was a happy passenger, a participant who didn’t have to drive. It was a true luxury. I gave a happy little moan and it made him come undone. His mouth went to my bare shoulder and one hand ran up my silky blouse, cupping my breast through the lacy bra that seemed to abrade and irritate my sensitive skin as my nipple pebbled and hardened. He stroked my whole breast, thumb circling my nipple as his questing mouth sucked at my throat.
His weight pinned me to the cushions. I couldn’t grind against his strong thigh the way I wanted to, couldn’t buck and writhe to show him my pleasure and what I wanted. So I had to say it.
“Noah, please. Just raise up a little,” I gasped.
“No way,” he said with a scrape of a laugh against my collarbone. “I’m not letting you get away with that. You’ll come when I want you to, and not before, beautiful.” It infuriated and thrilled me at the same time.
He kept teasing my nipple, kissing my neck, making me so aroused that I started to sweat, and my breath became a pant. I wanted him to strip off my clothes and take me hard and fast, but on the other hand, this slow tease was super-hot. I’d never been seduced before, never had a man heighten my senses to the point bordering on madness. I was a shuddering mess, wet and trembling, grappling at his back and his hair, at one point when he touched my face I turned and captured his thumb in my teeth, lightly, but enough that he looked up at me and chuckled with satisfaction.
He rucked up my top and his hands were on my belly, my hips. He unfastened my jeans and stripped them off. Then he put his whole hand between my thighs, cupping my sex, the meaty part of his hand rocking against my swollen clit while his fingers stroked my wet seam. I cried out, then grit my teeth to keep from it. He paused, pressing against me with his big hand and kissed my mouth.
“Don’t hold back, beautiful. I’m gonna make you sing for me. You’re gonna feel so good that no other man will ever be able to make you come like this. Do you understand me?” he said. I nodded, believing every word. He kissed me again as a reward, his tongue plundering my mouth, feeling so good that it left me with tears in my eyes from the pleasure and the intimacy of that kiss, of his hand over my panties pressing, pressing on my mound deliciously.
“You like that, beautiful?” he asked, kissing my lips softly, then whispering into them. “I’ll make sure you like it, every minute of it.”
I reached up and touched his face, took in the rasp of his stubble against my palm, and guided his mouth to mine. He let me kiss him, and he gave me long, lush strokes of his tongue. I felt my body open up under the heady, steamy kiss. He pulled my panties aside then and stroked one finger down my seam and up again, then breaching my sex and curling inside me. I arched into his touch. His thumb found my clit and circled it, rubbed relentlessly and my hips started to buck. He kept kissing me. Noah’s kiss alone was enough to make me come. There was an edge to this pleasure that built inside of me, one that almost frightened me. It was sharp and high and like nothing I’d ever felt. I almost shrank from it, fearful.
