My hold on his soft hair tightens as he plays with me with both his tongue and fingers. His thumb presses my bundle of nerves as he adds three fingers inside me.
The stretch feels too good to hold on to my moan, and I scream like a wanton woman. My eyes roll back with the overwhelming pleasure.
Noah’s nails dig into my skin the second my eyes fall shut. My elbow gives out, and I let my body fall back, the mirror supporting me.
Heaving as sweat beads on my forehead, my eyes flutter open only to bear witness to the most erotic sight in front of me, not caring about the fact that I’ve barely had any sexual experiences.
There sits Noah on his knees, his tongue invading me, and his fingers parting my folds with one hand while the other is stroking his thick length in tandem with his tongue, the towel lying around his hips forgotten.
My hazy gaze locks on the tattoo on his thigh. I didn’t know he had one there. It has always been hidden. I can’t make out what it exactly is, but the knowledge of him having it alone is disastrous for my heart.
The glorious sight is enough to topple me over the cliff, the knot in my belly unfurling as aviolent orgasm rips through me, my body erupting with pleasure, shuddering with every breath as I shamelessly grind into his face to ride over my climax.
“That’s right, Andie. Claim your pleasure,” he growls against my folds, sending a zing of vibration coursing through my entire body, and I come again with a cry.
Noah’s hand works faster too as he chases his pleasure, while riding me through mine, lapping up every drop like a man possessed.
When I scratch his head with my nails, he comes with a roar, his chest vibrating as his mouth still eats me out.
My eyes take him in with rapt attention, wanting to know what if it was my hand jerking him instead of his. Gradually, when our orgasm subsides, our chests panting as we catch our breath, I pull Noah to his feet, grabbing his hand with his cum over it.
I suck his fingers into my mouth before he can protest; his eyes flare with wild and untamed heat, his gulp audible as he barely restrains himself.
A moan works its way up my throat at his musky taste, making me roll my eyes as mytongue darts between his fingers, wanting to lick up every drop.
He groans, his jaw clenched as he lets me do what I want. “Fucking hell,” he curses under his breath, his body shuddering as he stands between my parted legs.
I release his hand with a pop when it’s all cleaned. “I want to suck you off,” I declare.
Noah’s brows furrow as his hands brace against the counter, making me crane my head to look at his beard still shining with my release.
“You just did,” he says.
“I want to suck your penis.”
Fifteen
Andie
“Iwant to suck your penis,” I say, jerking my head to his length that is already hard again.Didn’t he just come?
“Jesus fucking Christ,Andie,” his head falls between his shoulders. “Do you want to kill me?” he asks in a guttural tone, his forehead pressed to mine as his hot breath ghosts over my face.
My boldness registers in my orgasm-riddled brain a little late to take back what I said.
Holy canoly! What did I just say?
“I’m sor—” I begin, but he cutsme off with a glare.
“Don’t apologize, Andie.Neverapologize for asking for what you want,” he rasps, his hand cupping my cheek as the rough pad of his thumb caresses below my eyes, making them flutter with the softness of his touch.
“Now, what do you want?” he asks, his dark eyes boring into mine as he stands there naked with not a hint of self-consciousness—not that he has anything to be conscious about. He’s allman.
Squaring my shoulders, as determination floods my veins even if my heart beats like crazy, I repeat, “I want to suck you off, Noah.”
Something akin to pride flashes through his eyes. “Good girl. So that’s what you shall do.” And with that, he picks me up, and that has me wrapping my legs around his waist on a gasp.
My arms hook around his neck as he takes me out to his room. Kicking the bathroom door behind us, he sets me on the edge of the bed. Taking a few steps back, he commands, “Strip.”