wall for support.
He grunted his approval. His blue gaze held hers for a moment before dipping to her sex. Leaning in, he licked a path up her inner thigh and she shuddered.
Never, not once, had a man gone down on her. She'd never concede that kind of control and the vulnerability gave her pause. But this position, with him on his knees and her above him, didn't strike fear into her chest. Instead, she ached.
"Noah…please."
"Please, what?" He mumbled, licking his way up her other thigh, teasing her inches from where she wanted him.
Damn. Damn, damn. "Kiss me there."
Without hesitation, he brought his tongue between her folds and tongued her opening. Hot, wet strokes that had her eyes rolling back in her skull. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit and her head hit the wall.
"Oh God. Noah…"
"Right here, baby. You taste better than I'd imagined."
She whimpered, her hips bucking toward him. His tongue swirled, licked, penetrated, and she went mad. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging, guiding, but he knew exactly what he was doing. In and out his tongue darted, easing back so he could nip her clit and then repeating the insanely delicious process again.
"Come, Raven."
She breathed his name, looking down at him. Something shifted inside of her, at seeing him between her thighs, her core aching. He was watching her, blue eyes severe, darkened by his own need. His hands flexed against the wall, as if the restraint were too much. The muscles in his forearms and biceps bunched.
A tingle shot through her, the only warning for the impeding explosion. She locked her knees, arched away from the wall and quaked through the onslaught.
He never let up, sucking and biting until the last of her tremors ceased and she couldn't breathe. When her legs gave out, he caught her.
Chapter Six
Noah stood and wrapped his arms around Raven's waist before she could fall. Half carrying, half dragging her, he stumbled backward into the living room until his calves hit a chair and he collapsed with her straddling him. She buried her face in his neck and he remembered, almost too late, to keep his hands on the chair.
She licked his neck, sucking her way to his jaw. Her hands fumbled with the elastic of his PJs, tugging them down. He raised his hips in assistance until the bottoms pooled at his ankles. And then she had him in her hands, stroking with the perfect amount of pressure to make the world stop.
"Ah yes, baby."
He pushed a few strands of hair away from her face that broke loose from her ponytail and set his hands on her thighs. When she didn't object, he slid them up her belly to cup her breasts. Either she was lost in what she was doing or the touch didn't bother her. Wishing he could get a better handle on her triggers, he caressed her body, warily watching her to make sure he didn't push too far.
He ran the rough pads of his thumbs over her nipples and she sucked in a breath, stilling, eyes closed tight. He froze, waiting on a cue from her.
Her eyes flew open, hands leaving his cock to cup his jaw. She stared down at him, gaze searching, but damn if he could read her. She rose up, keeping his gaze transfixed to hers, and aligned their bodies for him to enter. He held his breath as she paused, suspending them between pain and bliss. And then she lowered her hips, taking him to the root.
If he were the kind of man who wept, he may have done it right then. She was his first lover not using a condom, and the words to describe the full sensation of her tight walls along his shaft hadn't been invented. There were none.
Her hands dropped to his shoulders and held tight. She released a measured sigh, as if remembering she was supposed to breathe. Then her eyes drifted shut and her head fell back, exposing her throat while the ends of her hair brushed his thighs. A thrust of her hips and he was snapped from his haze.
One hand splayed on her back to support her, he worked the other between them to where their bodies joined and circled her clit.
She cried out, clamping around him and thrusting with more force. He rose up to meet her, burying himself deeper every time and still never deep enough. Her fingers fisted in his hair, nails raking his scalp.
Fucking love that.
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