Third Life - Noelle Adams Page 0,17

tight, tense, like he’s holding back something strong. “Is it not working for you? You want me to try something else?”

“It works. It’s working. It feels good.” I couldn’t tell you why, but I still don’t want him to know that this is my first time. Even now, I want him to think my response is because of something else. I roll my hips and let out my breath, some of the tightness easing as I relax. “I’m still a little nervous, but it’s working. Don’t pull out or anything.”

“Okay.” I can tell he’s trying to sound casual, and he does a pretty good job. But he takes a sharp breath and jerks his head to the side. His arms are supporting his upper body up, and they’re starting to shake just slightly.

“You okay?” I reach up to stroke his hair, feeling ridiculously fond.

He laughs raspily, but then his features twist dramatically. He keeps his eyes averted. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m just about to lose it, and I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“You’re about to lose it?”

He meets my eyes again, his narrowed in that disapproving way he has. “Yes, I am. Why do you sound so surprised? You’re really hot and really gorgeous, and I’ve been turned on for a really long time now. Plus you’re really, really tight. I can’t remember the last time I was so close to losing it.”

Something silly blooms inside me at his slightly aggrieved words. “Seriously?” I breathe out again.

He rolls his eyes and kisses me slowly. Says against my lips. “Yes, seriously. I wish you weren’t so surprised. Someone should have made you understand how sexy you are a long time ago.”

I want to believe him, so I do. The pleasure of it washes over me, filling my chest and warming my body.

But I don’t have time to preen for very long because he starts to move his hips. He begins gently, just rocking into me as he sustains the kiss. It lasts long enough for me to fully relax, my body softening around his and my arms wrapping around his neck. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm, but it’s faint. Not nearly strong enough to make me urgent or unsatisfied.

It feels good. Everything feels good. I’m having sex, and I’m enjoying it.

Maybe I’ll even be good at it once I figure out what I’m doing.

Eventually Richard breaks the kiss, and his tempo accelerates. Now that he’s raised his head, I’m able to see his face. I like it. It’s not just handsome. It’s human. He’s flushed and sweating a little, and he occasionally bites his lip or glances away, like he’s fighting off too much pleasure.

It’s intoxicating. That he’s responding this way to me. I’m trying to move my hips with his and figure I’m doing okay. He keeps pushing one of my knees up higher, and it lets him sink a little deeper.

Not deep enough to hurt. Just enough to really feel.

“How you doing?” he asks breathlessly after a little while longer. “Any chance of you coming?”

“Maybe.” I roll my hips and try to assess the state of my body. I feel the ache of arousal at my center, but I’m feeling too many other things at the same time, so it’s hard to focus just on that. I let go of his neck with one hand and squeeze it between our bodies so I can rub my clit.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, jerking his head to the side again as his hips speed up. “I can feel you getting tighter.”

“Uh-huh.” That’s what I say. It’s all I can say. I’m rubbing my clit like crazy, and it’s pushing the pleasure forward in a cresting wave. “Uh-huh.”

He grabs my thigh and shifts his position slightly. Whatever he does allows him to fuck me harder and faster.

I cry out at the intensified sensation. My whole body is shaking with the force of Richard’s thrusts. The bed is shaking. That deep shuddering inside me is shaking too.

And it’s all about to release.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby. You better come soon.”

“Uh-huh.” I’m saying it again, and I hear myself doing it. I have no idea how people manage a lot of wild, dirty talk during sex because I can barely get anything coherent out. I arch up suddenly, rubbing my clit desperately as the tension finally breaks inside me.

My orgasm is hard. Much harder than anything I’ve ever managed on my own. I sob messily as the sensations spasm through my body.

He