of gingerbread cookie dough with a spoon and crying over Home Alone. It wasn’t even one of the sad Christmas movies, but I always cried on Christmas. And somehow I knew crying alone on one of the happiest days of the year was better than going home.
Enough thinking about things that made me feel bad. I pushed my mug aside and scooted up on the counter. Noah watched closely as I placed my feet on either side of his stool, my legs dangling off the edge of the granite countertop.
“What are you doing?” He eyed me carefully and placed his mug next to mine.
“I want you.”
His gaze lifted to my face and dropped back to the satin crotch of my panties. “I thought you couldn’t.”
My cheeks flushed. “I need a wax.”
“That’s all? I thought you had—”
“I know. I will in a few days.”
He scoffed. “You lied to me?”
“Technically, I didn’t. You just assumed.”
He frowned. “You think you should have the final say on everything, don’t you?”
“Do you really want to waste time being mad about a misunderstanding, or do you want to take the opportunity in front of you?” I slowly parted my thighs.
His fingers trailed up my knee and his mouth curved as he slid a finger under the seam of my panties. His stare lifted to my face, and a meaningful smirk curved the corner of his mouth.
“May I?”
Oh, my God, he was actually asking. And now I was soaked. “You may.”
He slipped his fingers between my thighs, and I moaned, stretching back on the counter, opening for him. He intently fingered me, shifting onto his feet to get a better angle. My weight balanced on my elbows and my head angled back.
His thumb nudged my clit and my breath hitched. His other hand gripped my hip as his mouth worked up my thigh.
Warm breath teased my folds as my panties were nudged aside. “I wanna eat your pussy.”
“How do you ask?”
“I don’t.”
“Noah.”
“Let me eat your pussy.” He drilled a finger deep and teased my G-spot until I moaned.
“That’s not asking.” I gasped as he continued to make me arch.
“How about this… Do you want me to make you come, Avery?”
Fair enough. It was a question if not a request. “Yes—make me come.”
His hot lips closed over my clit, and I sighed, my eyes shutting in absolute bliss. His free hand slipped under my shirt and pulled down the cups of my bra, his fingers pulling hard at the tip of my nipple.
He wrenched me closer, his mouth making a meal out of me, and my breathing accelerated. He released my nipple, and his hand closed over mine.
Pulling my arm lower, he pressed my fingers between my thighs. My eyes flashed open at the touch of his tongue. He smiled, licking along the length of my middle finger, trying to penetrate my slit with his tongue.
“Your turn, Avery. Make yourself come, and I want to hear my name when you do.”
Did he think I wouldn’t do it? “Put your fingers back inside of me.”
His teeth flashed as he shoved two fingers deep and started pumping. My hand rubbed over my clit as my eyes shut again. Pleasure knotted and tightened beneath our touch, his driving strokes pushing me faster than I could ever get there alone.
I didn’t have to think about whose name I said. It was always his name. Every night I touched myself, it was his face I pictured. Peeking through my lashes, I watched him watch me, his breath coming fast as his fingers slid in and out of my body.
“Noah…” It was starting. “Noah…” Almost there. “No—” My back arched as every muscle pulled tight and my pussy pulsed around his penetrating fingers. “—ahhhhhh…”
My arm dropped to the countertop as I panted and then gasped. His mouth took the place of my touch, devouring my folds, licking, and tasting. His hands gripped my hips as he scraped his teeth over my tender flesh, stabbing his tongue deep. My legs draped over his shoulders as he lifted me higher, pulling me off the countertop and against his devastating mouth.
The next orgasm came out of nowhere, crashing through me like a tidal wave and I screamed his name. I barely had a chance to process what happened as he lifted me in his arms and rushed me through his apartment.
Soft pillows surrounded me as I bounced down onto his mattress. My panties were gone. Next went my shirt, and then my bra. I was cold, then