“And?” I ask, my words more a breath than sound, hands fisted over his shoulders.
His narrowed eyes suddenly dart to me, catching my breath. “And everybody could see these milky thighs, Andie,” he growls. His eyes go back to my exposed skin, and he caresses my thighs with his knuckles, his fingers moving like a feather.
I melt right there. Because what on God’s green earth does he mean!?
“I don’t want anybody to look at them,” he muses, lost in his mind, yet shrinking the space between us.
“Y…You don’t?” I stutter, unable to form coherent sentences. My mind has taken a back seat, lust taking over.
“No,” he announces. His eyes flick back to mine, but they’re now nearly swallowed by the black. “Looking at you is a privilege, Andie. One, I don’t think I can handle anyone else having,” he breathes.
My own breath gets stuck in my throat. His hands slide lower, closer to my apex, sending unbearable sensations through my body. When it becomes too much, I close my legs, his handtrapped between them.
His eyes flare with heat at that. “Remember your safe word, Andie?”
“Yes…” The word is barely out of my mouth before he’s pulling my shorts down in one swoop.
“Good girl.” His eyes widen when he peers down at my legs. It’s like he has stopped breathing altogether until he exhales, “No panties?”
I shrug. “These are sleep shorts.” I didn’t think to change in my hurry, too worried thinking about him.
An uncontrolled whimper slips out of my mouth when he clutches the shorts at his nose and inhales them like an addict, his eyes rolling back as a groan works up his throat. “Fuck, they smell like you.”
He drops the shorts on the floor, his hands gripping the counter as his head hangs low. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath.
His blond locks fall over his face, and I have this insane urge to run my fingers through them, see how soft they feel.
The moment I comb through his hair, a groan reverberates from deep within his chest, makingme rub my thighs as I feel the wetness between them.
Noah surprises me once again by dropping to his knees. As he looks up at me, I marvel at how the light hits his sharp features, his high cheekbones and jawline covered with his beard.
The last time he was between my legs, his stubble left the delicious burn marks all over my legs. I want that again, and with the looks of it, my wish might just come true.
Without hesitation or warning, he spreads my leg and dives right in. A gasp travels out of my mouth, my hand finding purchase in his hair while the other rests behind me, keeping me upright as my back arches.
His fingers dig into my thighs as his tongue peeks out and thrusts straight inside, lapping up my juices.
“Noah, yes, more…” I moan, my eyes trained on him, no matter how much the pleasure from his mouth begs me to shut them.
I feel pleasure building low in my belly, the knot tightening as it searches for a way to release. My hips buck on the counter as I shamelessly grind myself against his mouth, the scratch of his beard heightening the sensations taking over mybody.
“Oh my, yes, Noah. Ahhh,” I emit a soft cry, my voice raspy to even my own ears.
The pleasure seems within reach, waiting to unfurl, and when I think I’m about to tip over the edge, Noah pulls back.
“Why?” I literally whine, not at all caring if I come across as desperate.
An evil glint shines in his eyes, his beard and jaw covered with my juices, as his lips lift into a smirk. “Ask nicely, Andie. And only then will I allow you to come on my tongue,” he commands, his filthy words edging me.
At this point, I’ll beg if it gets him back between my legs. “Please, Noah. Please let me come,” I exhale.
He thwarts any attempt of mine to rub my legs together and seek friction. “Say it all, Andie,” he growls, his fingers digging in my flesh.
He’s the one in control, even though his six-foot-five form is on his knees for me.
“Please let me come on your tongue, Noah,” I beg. The heat on his face and the way his green eyes darken let me know I did it right.
“Good girl.” With that, he’s back between my legs, building the impending orgasm again.