Page 31 of Negotiating Tactics

I looked at him with question in my eyes, and he reached up to cup my face. “Let me take care of you, Alex,” he said on a raspy whisper.

I looked down, saw that that hard-on was still there, but I met his eyes, saw that control, determination, and then nodded.

I touched his solid, massive chest as he worked my pants down and over my hips.

He grasped my thighs, and on instinct I tried to close them.

He shook his head faintly.

“Open up for me,” he said.

I was frozen for a moment, then slowly, slowly let myself relax.

Was rewarded by the touch of his warm hand against my inner thighs and his quietly muttered words. “So beautiful.”

He was up on his knees, staring down at me, and even though I was wearing nothing but underwear, I didn’t feel embarrassed.

Well, not exactly.

He was perfection, and, at least in my eyes, I was anything but.

But that trust I still didn’t understand was there, and it held me in place as he slowly, slowly, worked his way between my thighs.

My lids dropped low when he cupped my sex with his big hand.

I arched when he stroked my slit through my underwear.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he said on a rough whisper.

Then he kneeled down and buried his face between my thighs as he breathed in deep.

“I can smell you, too,” he said in a rough, ragged tone.

He used his nose to nudge my clit as he tongued my panties.

“Ahh,” I said on a low, tortured moan.

“You want me to make you come, Alex?” he said.

“Please,” I answered immediately.

“Not yet,” he said.

Then he went back to teasing me, the barrier of my panties keeping me from the sensation that I wanted.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I asked on a tortured voice.

“Yes,” he responded before he stuck his tongue out again, tracing the length of my slit through my underwear.

I didn’t recognize who I had become or what was happening to me, but I let out the cry I’d been determined to hold in when he finally, mercifully, pulled the underwear aside.

The contact of his tongue against my most intimate flesh was enough to set me off.

I came so hard and so fast it took me a moment to realize what had happened.

I breathed deep, trying to process the fact that the climax Noah had coaxed from me was far beyond any I’d ever managed to create by myself.

“That’s a good start,” he said on a rough whisper before he dove back in.

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