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“Stroke it for me,” I say. “I want to see you, too. I want to know it’s because of me.”

“It’s always because of you.” He reaches over the back of his head and pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion. He shoves his pants and boxers down, his cock springing forward, smooth and thick.

Taking it in his hand, he squeezes it at the base then glides his hand up the shaft.

I watch him stroke himself, mesmerized as I continue to coax my own pleasure.

The morning sunlight has broken through the clouds, bathing the room in white light and warming my skin. Sweat beads between my breasts.

Soft moaning fills the room and I realize it’s me.

Noah is still watching me, thick-thighed, the muscles in his forearms flexing, abs tensing as he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls his balls with the other.

Pressure builds low in my stomach. My moaning has turned desperate, the tension coiling just under the surface, the need for release intensifying.

“I’m so close. Almost there.”

“Can I—can I finish you off.” His voice is hoarse, breathing heavy.

I nod.

He gently encircles my wrist and lifts it away, but then he brings my hand to his lips. He kisses my fingertips then sucks the two fingers I’ve been using into his mouth. And now he knows how I taste. He licks them clean, not breaking eye contact.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“You taste so good. I knew you would.”

He smirks and dips down, lips brushing my thighs just long enough to make my skin prickle and then his mouth is on me. Wet and warm, his tongue slipping between my folds, making me gasp.

He licks my clit and I cry out, feral. His tattooed fingers dig into my thighs. The little slurping and swallowing noises he’s making fill my head as my clit pulsates under his tongue.

Ecstasy vibrates under my skin, coming in waves and echoing out to my extremities. I’m moaning and sighing and cussing under my breath.

I can’t help but roll my eyes back with each current of pleasure. But I keep looking back, because watching him is hotter than I could have imagined. His beautiful face between my legs, the broad side of his tongue as he licks me, his lips shiny as he kisses me there. My pussy lips spread and dark pink as he sucks on my pulsing clit.

“Oh fuck.”

He sucks harder.

One of his hands leaves my thigh and I glance down to see it gripped around his cock, jacking himself off as he goes down on me. The sight of the red, stretched head of his cock slipping in and out from his fist, his neck flexing, the humming in his throat from his own pleasure as he’s coaxing mine to the surface—it undoes me.

My climax breaks without warning and I cry out, louder than I expect. It crashes through my body hard and hot, intense, pure bliss, then fizzles out slow, staying shimmery along the edges.

Still shaky, my lips tingling, I open my eyes and he’s there, erection jutting out in front of his stomach, thick, skin pulled taut, fisting himself faster, grunting, gasping. His whole body locks up as he shudders, then groans, emptying himself into his discarded boxers.

CHAPTER 16

NOAH

The light is orange behind my eyelids. My cheek is on something soft and warm. Sweet smelling. It rises and falls softly with each of her quiet breaths.

Livvy.

I open my eyes. We’re cuddled up under the covers, my head on her chest, her fingers combing lazily through my hair, her head turned from me, reading her book.

Her thick eyelashes flutter in the light and I follow the curve in her pert nose down to her pouty lips, then further to her bare chest, breasts out of the blankets, a perfectly pink nipple inches from my mouth.

I haven’t had the chance to properly explore and touch and kiss and lick every inch of her body yet. It’s a crime.

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