Page 116 of My Shy Alpha

Noah can’t respond as I drag my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft; by the time I reach the tip, a soft, needy gasp escapes his lips. It’s beautiful - so honest. Fire envelops my veins, a full heat threatening to take force.

But as my licks grow frantic, Noah brushes my arm with his fingertips. “H-hang on.”

I lift my chin, worried I did something wrong, but I’m met with desperate, ravished eyes.

His voice is raspy with pleasure. “Can you turn around?”

I sit up. “Turn around?”

“Yes, please. I’m dying for you to feel this good with me.”

My heart flips. He means we’d lick each other senseless at the same time, right?

“I’ve never tried that position before,” I say.

Noah’s eyes sharpen as we lock stares. “D-do you want to, or–?”

“Yes,” I blurt out. I turn myself around before I can overthink it, my skirt skating over his exposed cock. As I position myself on my hands and knees, Noah flips the loose fabric over his head, sending my stomach into my throat.

I can’t see him, but I shudder as hot fingertips trail up my thighs. They dig in when they reach my hips, drawing me to him. I try to refocus, shaking on my knees as I grip his flexing shaft. But when his lips brush a soft kiss over my clothed clit, my lungs hitch.

Just my breath lifts Noah’s hips, his tip bumping my bottom lip. I taste the salty fluid he left behind, my heart hammering as Noah plants kiss after kiss between my legs, warming my cold, wet panties.

Circling my tongue around his tip has Noah breathing twice as fast. I can’t get enough of the grateful hum in our bond to be nestled into each other’s pleasure. Its sweetness settles into my core with every tender lick between my legs. I breathe harder than I mean to, stirring Noah’s hips into jerking again. Nerves pound my pulse into my ears, but I dip my head, suckling off the new droplet forming on Noah’s tip. He hisses behind me. The sharp puff of air clenches my pussy so tight that I whimper.

Having tasted Noah, I want more. When I slip his tip deep into my mouth with shaking hands, Noah yanks my panties out of the way. A jolt of pleasure zaps up my spine with the introduction of Noah’s wide, hot tongue. My chest heaves, but I bob my head, slinking over him. He drags a gentle, wet wave of pressure up my entire core.

My hips dip, and Noah purrs, vibrating my pelvis. Without meaning to, I suck his cock hard, swallowing the heavy warmth blooming in my belly. Noah’s breath blasts against my wet pussy, clenching it over his prodding tongue.

Every vein in me throbs, warning of an incoming climax. Noah’s fingers dip into the grooves of my hips, thrusting me back into his tongue. I flex my tongue down his shaft, dousing the length in saliva. The next time I taste the entire length, I slink my mouth over him as far as I can until his hips jerk, brushing him against my soft palate. This time, I swallow him, staving off my body’s panic at such a large object in my throat.

One deep swallow is the end of Noah. He whimpers, breathy and weak against my pussy. The pleasure it induces courses through me so strongly that I swallow again, moaning between deep suckling over his shaft. With rapid, frantic breaths, Noah erupts in my mouth. His body attempts to fill me so heavily that seed spills from my lips.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.

He’s still squirming below me as I swallow every drop I can before sucking in a desperate inhale.

But Noah isn’t done with me. Moaning through residual pleasure, Noah licks me faster, startling such heaving, rapid breaths from me that his tip pops from my mouth. My hips buck in the air on the verge of climax, so Noah swirls his tongue in wider and wider circles until I’m so open for him that he enters me.

When he slips his tongue out of me and down my clit, it’s his nose that does me in, nuzzling into my core. I can’t stop myself from coming all over his face, dropping my hips back for deeper attention as he flicks every bit of my orgasm from my swollen clit. My shaking legs threaten to give out, but Noah’s grip keeps me pressed to him, riding out every delighted swivel of my hips.

By the time he comes up for air, I melt over him, dropping my chest flat against his abdomen. His cock already rehardens against my cheek from how deeply he satisfied me, but Noah pays it no mind. His big hand rubs the entire length of my back, soothing my eyes into closing.

His whisper is roughened with sleepy bliss. “There you go, gorgeous. Seeing you like this spoils me more than anything.”

When I open my eyes to find such an earnest, doting smile, my core flexes, desperate to have deep, cuddly sex with him.

“Do you have a condom nearby?” I mumble.

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Noah’s eyes widen, and I erupt into giggles.

But when I lift my head to give his shaft a soft kiss, we grow startlingly serious. Noah fetches a condom. I spit into its tip, massaging saliva over him until his breath deepens.

There’s a tense, forward pull in Noah’s shoulders, aching to cuddle with me. Twisting over my shoulder, I lean into his lips.

I’m surprised by the eager force I’m met with. Noah kisses me hard, throbbing into my hand as I stroke him. He drags his fingertips in tantalizing circles over my entrance, lengthening my desperate breath between our heavy makeout until his tongue glides over mine, drinking up my greedy moans.

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