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“No,” he says, kissing the inside of my knee. “I’m not scared.”
“You like girls being mean to you, Noah?”
“No, princess,” he says, looking up at me with hooded eyes and a lazy grin. “I likeyoubeing mean to me.”
Chapter 12
Dirty Talk Darling
Noahkissesmyinnerthigh, working his way up. With his powerful hands, he presses into my other leg, forcing me to spread my thighs for him. As if he’d ever need to force me. I do so without resistance.
He settles between my legs, looking down at me. There’s something bold and unabashed about the way he looks: with admiration, desire, hunger. With him, there isn’t any worrying about whether he’s into it, there’s no second-guessing myself. Under his gaze, I feel beautiful, desirable, delectable.
I arch my back again and bite my bottom lip as I look up at him. His flat is dimly lit, but it’s still bright enough that I can make him out perfectly. His short dark hair, his grey eyes. He holds my gaze when I look at him, sliding his hand from my thigh to my stomach. He runs his strong fingers lightly over it, making the muscles twitch under his hand. Then his hand moves lower, to the delicate lace of my panties. He tugs on the waistband but doesn’t pull it down. Instead, he runs his thumb over my pussy, through my panties.
The lazy grin from earlier returns and widens. “You’re wet.”
I lick my lips. “Obviously.”
“I want to taste you,” he says.
For a moment, I’m speechless from his honesty and candour. He moves away from me and gently rolls my panties down my hips, sliding them down my legs, making sure they don’t get caught on my heels. Then he tosses them aside. Lifting my hips with his hands, he moves me on his bed like I weigh nothing, pulling me to him as he kneels by the bed.
Instead of lowering his head between my legs, he licks his lips, his eyes travelling slowly over my body, my breasts still in their bra, lingering over my hard nipples, visible through the sodden lace, then resting on my face.
I glare at him, wriggling my hips in his hands. “Come on.”
“I like looking at you,” he says. “It turns me on.”
Then he looks down, slides his hands up my thighs, raising my legs to frame his face.
“You’re pretty all over,” he says thoughtfully.
He kisses me on my pussy, a soft, lingering kiss. He kisses the wet slit, his tongue parting between the lips, teasing me. But there’s nothing intense about Noah, about anything he does. He doesn’t press too hard or go too fast. He kisses me slowly, taking his time, enjoying himself, as if there’s nothing he could enjoy more than going down on me.
He pulls away for a second and slowly licks my juices off his lips, wiping the corner of his mouth with a thumb. A low groan rumbles in his throat. “You taste as good as you look.”
Goosebumps ripple through me, and I squeeze his head with my thighs, my pussy clenching at his words.
Without waiting, he puts his mouth on me once more, kissing and licking me with enthusiasm. I watch him, the way he closes his eyes in pleasure as his tongue traces up and down my slit. His pleasure only heightens mine: I lie back on his bed and dig my heels into the mattress, anchoring myself so I can raise my hips to meet his mouth.
He finds my clit, but there’s no aggression, no triumph, only gentle flicks with the tip of his tongue. His gentleness drives me wild. I squirm against him and a low whimper emerges from my lips. I try to cover up the noise, but as soon as I do, Noah stops short, lifting his mouth off me and raising his eyes to mine.
Sliding my fingers into Noah’s hair, I grip the short dark strands hard. I want to punish him for moving away, for stopping, but Noah doesn’t wince or groan. He looks up; his lips and chin are gleaming wet, and he’s grinning.
“Ouch,” he says without a hint of sincerity.
I glare down at him. “Don’t stop, you idiot.”
“Then don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.”
“Soyou’re the boss now?”
He laughs quietly and then, his eyes still on mine, drags his tongue along the length of my pussy. A shudder rips through me, making my hips buck in his hands.
“Never,” he replies. “But be a good girl for me, princess. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”
“Fine,” I snap.
