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TINSLEY
Noah kissesme like a man who’s dreamed of it his entire life. Like he fears he might die without tasting me, and I respond just as eagerly. Rough lips, the angry bite of teeth on sensitive skin. It’s a rush, the kind I imagine you would get when throwing yourself off a cliff and diving headfirst into icy waters. The burn and then the chill. The pain and then the bliss.
Even as he buries his hands in my hair and yanks savagely at the roots, the pain heightens the pleasure building inside of me, turning me inside out. I want more of it, am desperate enough that I would beg for it if we could tear ourselves away from one another long enough.
I reach for his body and drag him closer until he’s pressed flat against me, chest to chest. His hips pin me to the wall as he presses between my legs, the thick length of his cock already hard and digging into my belly. My ears go fuzzy as I drag his swollen bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, eliciting a groan of pain from him. I feel that groan like a zap to my clit, and there’s no stopping my responding whimper.
He hisses between his teeth and tears his lips from mine, only to place them over my throat before sucking and nipping at my neck until I’m positive I’ll be covered in marks later tonight, if I’m not already.
“The sounds you make,” he grinds out. “Want to bottle them up.”
I exhale a shaky breath, baring my neck further, giving him complete access to whatever he wants. It’s second nature, a decision I make without having to put much thought toward it. Maybe I’ll regret the marks tomorrow, or maybe I won’t. Right now, I never want him to stop.
He warned me that he would take and take until I had nothing left, but in this moment, I’m prepared to give him everything he desires. It feels too right, like this is what we’re meant to be doing and we’ve both finally accepted that.I’vefinally accepted it, as crazy as that may be.
The house is dark and silent, making our sloppy kisses and panted breaths echo through the rooms. I feel like I’ve spent hours in front of a furnace, warming myself to the bone. But in reality, I feel this way simply because of Noah. His touch and kiss and words. The feel of him all over me, exploring and learning.
Why haven’t we been doing this for years already?The thought is fleeting, but I catch it before it disappears. It spears right through my chest.
“More,” I whisper, my brain scattered.
Long, skilled fingers drift up my stomach with a gentle touch,toogentle. I arch my back, attempting to force them to press harder into my skin. It’s not gentle that I want. Not from Noah.
Never from Noah.
“More what?” He asks it in a way that makes me think of how a predator toys with its prey. Like it’s fun for him to see me helpless and at his will.
A ragged moan is pulled from me when he pinches my nipple through my shirt and gives it a rough tug, dark eyes boring into me, watching my reaction. If he could hear the thoughts in my mind, he wouldn’t be cautious of hurting me. He’d know how badly I want him to push me out of my comfort zone, to help me feel something that I’ve gone my whole life without knowing if I like it or not. We’ve already gone this far, crossed so many lines.
“Don’t be gentle with me. Show me what you like. I feel like I’m going to explode.” It comes out in a whoosh. I wait for the embarrassment to come. It doesn’t.
“Don’t ask for things you don’t know if you truly want.”
Another twist of my nipple, and I’m parting my lips in a silent cry, the area between my legs hot and slick. I shake my head and try to keep my eyes from rolling back, focusing them on him.
“I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure, Noah. I shouldn’t be, but I am. Give me something. I know it’s there; I’ve seen glimpses of it.”
The air around us is tight,alive. His throat works with a swallow as he drops his stare to my chest, at the way it’s moving with a scary quickness. I want to rip my shirt off and coax the darkness out of him, beg it to come play with me. I’ve never feared that side of Noah. Not once. Doesn’t he know that by now?
Deciding that I won’t allow him to put this boundary between us, I move my hand between our bodies and cup the bulge in his jeans, the same one I’d felt twitching for me earlier. The reminder makes me throb, my underwear ruined beyond repair.
I tighten my hold on his cock and watch the shift in him. The final wall between us crumbles, leaving him exposed completely. Excitement sings in my blood, the anticipation of what’s next providing a high too strong to be experienced by any drug known to man.
“There you are,” I breathe, my eyes darting between his. They’re pupil blown, the dark brown flooded with a harsh black. He pushes his hips in answer, pressing himself into my palm. “It’s about time.”
The air in my lungs is forced out when his hand snaps up to grip my face, smooshing my cheeks in a tight hold. They tingle from the pinch and the force of them pressing against my teeth. Quick, harsh breaths hit my face when he leans in and bites my mouth, both of my lips throbbing from the pain as I stand there, allowing him to get this final test out of his system.
When I refuse to so much as flinch at the pain, he releases my lips and whispers, “Tell me how badly you want me to touch you.”
He’s still gripping my cheeks, keeping my swollen lips too close together for me to speak properly. Is this another test? Another way for him to ensure that I want him the way I say I do? When I search for that uncertainty in his expression, I find it hidden behind a familiar bravado.
That look is the reason I attempt to speak through my pursed lips, knowing how utterly embarrassing I must sound. “Let me show you.”
He throbs in my hand, and I almost come right there. The tightness of my jeans has become uncomfortable. I want him to pull them down to my knees and take away this ache. By the hunger flaring in his stare as he watches me and feels the desperation in the way I cling to him, he has to be thinking the same thing.
Finally, he releases my face. As blood rushes to my cheeks, the feeling of his fingertips lingers. I nearly preen at the heady sense of approval that coats his features.
One thick black brow curls as he says, “Show me, then.”
