Page 110 of Make Me Dream of You

I feel out of control. My body wants. Wants.

“Noah, please.”

“I’ve got you.” He kisses down my throat then moves to each breast, licking and sucking my nipples, making my back arch.

He kisses and licks down my sternum and down my trembling tummy as he goes between my legs. He nuzzles his cheek along the inside of my thigh, laying kisses, moving closer to where I’m empty and aching for him.

He dips his head down, kissing me there, too. I watch up on my elbows, holding my breath as he looks up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes, light catching the sharp point of his white teeth.

“Just like that,” he says. “Watch me eat you.”

As soon as his tongue slicks between my folds, I throw my head back. “Shit—” The word dissolves into a groan as my eyes roll back.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry,” I pant, trying to focus back on him.

He licks again, this time sliding a finger inside me.

“Oh.”

“That okay?”

“Yes. More.”

And he gives me more. He gives me everything, slurping and licking long and slow, bringing me to the precipice and keeping me there until I’m a shaking, panting, mess. And then he sucks my clit between his lips until I shatter into a catatonic state of bliss.

I come back from the orgasm, catching my breath, lightheaded, to him sitting back on his haunches, smirking at me. He wipes his mouth with his forearm.

“Noah,” I breathe, reaching for him.

He comes to me, pressing his forehead to mine and kisses my lips. Soft.

I’m still shaking. Overheated. Skin slick all over.

He kisses me again. Rougher. But I devour it, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades. Needing more. I bite his lip harder than I mean to. He growls, gripping both my thighs and pressing his cock between them, running the length of it along my wetness.

Oh fuck. Fuck. “Fuck me,” I gasp out as he’s sucking my lip between his teeth and dragging the ridge of his cockhead over my too sensitive clit.

I watch, heart racing, licking my puffy lips as he gets the condom. He makes quick work of putting it on, though his hand shakes slightly as he rolls it down his length.

He lowers himself over me, hips snug between my thighs. My stomach quivers as the heat and hardness of his erection presses against me.

Noah locks his eyes on mine, and everything fades away. Everything is quiet except for our breaths and skin brushing against skin and blood pulsing in my ears.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” he asks, one hand wrapped around the base of his sheathed cock, swollen and shiny, the other light on my hip, gently rubbing circles over my tattoo.

I nod.

“I need to hear it.”

“Yes. I’m sure, Noah.”

He guides his cock down, dragging the tip of it through my folds, up to my clit and down toward my entrance.

I shiver.

“Does that feel good?”

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