Every inch of me trembled at the warmth of that kiss, and even more so at the loss of it. I gripped onto the sheets again, like they could ground me, like somehow they could steady my shaking nerves.
“You’re trembling, Legs,” Noah whispered against the spot he’d just kissed, his breath hot and wet and sending another wave of chills over me.
“I’m so nervous I feel like I’m about to pass out.”
The words flew out before I thought better of them, and Noah laughed, pulling away long enough to look up at me. “Why nervous? It’s just me. It’s just us.”
“I know,” I said, shifting until I was on my elbows and could meet his gaze. “I just… I’ve never…” I didn’t even want to say it, so I just nodded to where he was between my legs. “You know.”
His face sobered. “A man has never eaten your pussy before?”
A fierce blush shaded my cheeks at the p word.
What, am I twelve?
“Never,” I think I said. I wasn’t sure if I just moved my lips or if an actual sound came out.
“Not even your fiancé?”
I shook my head.
For a moment, anger flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head again, jaw muscles ebbing and flowing in tense little pops. Then, he let out a long breath and met my gaze again. “Well, just proves to me once again that he’s a fucking idiot. And now I’m hell bent on devouring your pussy until you have the best orgasm of your goddamn life.”
I swallowed, the blush on my cheeks paling immediately as my fists twisted in the sheets. Noah glanced at my hands, and a devilish smirk spread on his handsome-as-hell face.
“Hold on tight.”
Without another tease, or so much as a warning, his mouth was on me.
On me — as in, his lips surrounded my clit, his tongue tracing the sensitive bud in a circular rhythm before he dragged it back and forth in slow, long rolls.
I fell back into the sheets, my entire body convulsing at the feel of his expert tongue. I couldn’t wrap my head around anything he was doing, and as soon as I felt like I was used to the sensation, his tongue would start a new pattern, or he’d suck my clit between his teeth, or drag his tongue between my lips and dive inside me before returning to my clit.
Every second was a new feeling, a new reason to shake, a new thief of breath.
“Yep,” Noah said, kissing the inside of my thigh as he ran his hand up over my knee. “He’s a fucking idiot. Because you have the sweetest pussy, Ruby Grace.”
I didn’t have time to blush or moan or bite my lip because in the next breath, he slid one finger inside me, right up to the knuckle.
I was so wet, he slid right in, but I still felt every inch of him stretching me open. I gasped, head rolling back in the pillow, fists abandoning the sheets to fly back and hang onto the top of his headboard. I needed friction. I needed grounding. I needed something to keep me from flying out of this universe entirely at the feel of him inside me and sucking me at the same time.
My mind raced, trying to piece it all together as Noah worked between my legs. I’d never felt so cherished, so worshipped. Having a man between my legs was somehow the most powerful experience, and I reveled in it, letting every time I’d ever wanted to touch him or kiss him build up in my memory before I’d remind myself that it was happening. That time was now.
Noah Becker had his face between my legs, and I was like a prisoner surrendering willingly to whatever consequence lay before us after this moment.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
Nothing but this man and this moment.
Noah stayed between my thighs for hours. I was certain of it. It had to be hours. After working me open, he slipped another finger inside me, his tongue rolling in a new way as he curled his fingers inside me. And I felt it building, like a slow, glowing ember that caught oxygen and exploded into flames with another flick of his tongue.
“Noah,” I breathed, heart racing, legs trembling. “Oh, God. Noah. Noah.”
His free hand gripped my ass, pulling me even more into him, the other working its magic inside me. And when he circled