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“It’s a great ass,” I said as I used it to pull her closer. “Couldn’t resist.”

Her laughter faded into a soft gasp when I kissed her. Noah’s fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck, twirling the coils in rhythm with our breath. I burned with the need to have us both naked and my face in her pussy, but I was also enjoying the buildup. I felt like this hadn’t been something in the making since the carnival, but since college. How many times had I looked at those hips and thought they were too beautiful to not paint with my fingers?

Noah rocked her hips against me, giving in to the dry-humping allegations. I parted my lips and offered my tongue as a thank you. I didn't feel like I deserved a woman like her on top of me, but I was damn glad she was there.

“Holy crap,” she murmured, pulling away from my kiss and tilting her head to the ceiling as she enjoyed the sensation of grinding against me. I leaned back into the couch, admiring the curve of her breast and hips. My hands ran up and down her body, too needy to be satisfied with feeling just one part.

“I'm going to need some help, Sage.” She fumbled with my collar, still struggling with its removal.

I laughed and nodded, taking off my vest without any more delay. My nipples poked through my sports bra, the outline more prominent than they’d ever been. Noah swiped both nipples with the pads of her thumb, and the moan I released from the sensation came directly from my core. She was back to her grinding, but the clothes between us became less tantalizing and more annoying with each second.

“This next?” I asked and waited for her enthused nod before taking off her top. Her bralette underneath was pastel pink, lilacs printed on the fabric. I placed a firm hand in the middle of her back, holding her steady against me as I sucked on her nipples through the cotton. She whimpered, her fingers sinking into the roots of my hair as she held me close against her.

Sometime between my transition from one breast to the other, her hand had found its way inside her underwear, and Noah played with herself while I played with her nipples.

“Getting impatient?” I pulled away from her.

“Only a little.” Her shoulders sagged in disappointment with my mouth removed.

“I want my fingers to be the ones fucking you. I want to be the one taking care of you.”

She smiled and arched into me. “So what’s the holdup then? A girl has been waiting for months.”

“Months?” I hooked my fingers into her waistband, pulling her skirt and underwear down in one go. She lifted her legs, eager to get the clothes of the way, and I quickly tossed them behind us, making her laugh.

“I might have imagined you eating me out under my desk…once or twice.” She tilted her head to the side, looking off into the distance as if she still wasn’t sure. “Thrice.”

“You’ve been down that bad?”

Noah traced my lips with hers before answering. Anytime I tried to press against her for an actual kiss, she pulled back with a smile. I learned quickly that if I stayed still, she’d give me the tip of her tongue to suck. She was too adorable for her own good, controlling me with that sweet smile and glossy lips. Noah tasted like bubblegum chapstick and felt like a summer evening when the sun’s finally set so the real fun can begin. I needed to make her come in every way possible. She deserved it.

“So, are you, it seems,” she taunted with another chaste kiss.

“I’m not shy about hiding it,” I agreed. “When I’m into you, I’m into you.”

“It’s safe to say all those years ago, you weren’t?”

I nodded, a little ashamed. “You were so annoying, Pastel.”

She threw her head back to laugh. “I love your honesty.”

“I love your laugh.” I cupped her chin, pulling her close so our lips nearly touched. “And your growth. You don’t take shit from anyone. You never should have, especially from me.”

Noah nodded, eyes hooded with warmth and desire. “I know.”

“You’re so beautiful—your body and your determination. Thank you for telling me to fuck off,” I whispered.

Her smile is wider. “I’d never say it in so many words.”

I nodded in agreement. “But in your glares.”

“I could give a whole speech with my eyes,” she agreed as she pressed her forehead against mine for some intense eye-to-eye.

“I don’t doubt it.” I tickled her side, making her fold over in laughter. “Now, are you going to let me give you an orgasm with my fingers before we move to mouth? And a combination of both after.”

She pressed into me with a sigh. “Yes, to all of the above.”

Chapter Eighteen

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