face between her thighs, devouring her with long, leisurely strokes before sucking gently—and then not so gently—on her clit while she moaned and rocked her hips and fisted her hands in my hair.
And when she said, Oh God, Noah, it feels so good, and it’s been so long, I got even harder and even more determined to make her come again and again tonight.
Fuck that asshole who left her. Fuck anyone who’d ever had this chance and messed it up. Fuck everyone who’d ever been lucky enough to taste this woman I’d been dreaming about since I was goddamn sixteen years old.
Tonight she was mine.
I slid my fingers inside her. I listened. I paid attention to the way she moved, the way she cried out, the way she grew even wetter and firmer beneath my tongue. And when she came, her cries at a fever pitch, her clit pulsing against my tongue, her grip tightening in my hair, I nearly lost control and made a mess all over my bed.
She was still breathing hard when I moved back up her body. Her skin was warm and damp, her mouth open and waiting. I kissed her deeply, driving my tongue between her lips, grinding my erection against her hot, wet skin. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
She reached down between us and sheathed my cock with her hand. I groaned as she let my flesh slip through her fingers, tightening her grip as I thrust inside her palm. “You’re so big,” she whispered against my mouth. “So hard. And I want you inside me so badly.”
My dick threatened to come right there in her hand and sent a serious 911 emergency call to my brain. NOW or else, asshole.
Prying myself from her, I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the box in my nightstand drawer. It had been so long since I’d needed one, I was surprised the box didn’t creak when I opened it. The thing was probably covered with dust.
I tore the packet open with my teeth and rolled it on, loving the way she watched me. The way she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The way her chest rose and fell with every anticipatory breath.
Ten seconds later, I was easing into her, every muscle in my body tensed with the effort of maintaining control. I went slow, giving her time to adjust to me, listening as her sharp gasps became soft sighs of pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered as I began to move in an easy, rhythmic, rocking motion above her. She slid her palms down my back and over my ass. “Yes, just like that.”
Sustaining just like that took some effort on my part, since my body was desperate to abandon this slow, decadent pace and gallop for the fucking hills. But I took deep, measured breaths, inhaling the scent of her skin and hair. I forced myself to think of all the times I’d longed to feel this very thing—my body inside hers, at her invitation. I stayed intensely aware of her every breath, her every word, her every move, wanting this to be perfect for her.
“Oh God, Noah. You’re gonna make me come again,” she panted in my ear, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . .”
Annnnd that was the end of just like that.
Her words snapped the last frayed rope tethering me to self-control, and the beast in me was unleashed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them in an X above her head. I drove into her hard and fast and ferociously. I took perverse pleasure in the way she struggled and failed to free her arms, in the way her piercing cries could be those of pain or ecstasy, in the slick, hot layer of sweat that covered our skin.
And then I went deeper, using the weight of my pelvis over hers to sink even farther into her body and fucking her with tight, quick thrusts of my hips. “Come again for me,” I demanded. “Let me feel you.”
I knew when it happened, because her head dropped to the side and her mouth fell open. Then she screamed my name, and I was lost.
My orgasm was a detonation felt in every bone, every muscle, every cell of my body. I gave myself over to it, my vision going black, my groans long and loud, my cock throbbing inside her again and again and again. I never wanted it to end.