Page 27 of Stuck with My Bossy Protector

I can feel the orgasm building. My body, nearly frozen solid an hour ago, is hot—hungry. The release is so close.

He adds a second finger, stretching me and making me gasp. His mouth moves lower, stopping right at my belly button. A whimper escapes my lips as his hot breath tickles over my lower body.

His mouth hovers over my core, his breath fanning the wetness between my thighs. “You’re sure?” he asks again, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Please,” is all I can muster, my body yearning for more.

His tongue slides against my folds, tasting me. I hear him groan as though he’s been starving and suddenly given a feast. Pleasure builds within me, rising like a tidal wave threatening to drown me.

His fingers are relentless, plunging into me rhythmically as his tongue flicks against my sensitive bud. The combination sends tremors coursing through me, and my body jerks involuntarily.

“Noah,” I cry out his name like a prayer begging to be answered.

He responds with renewed fervor, driving me closer and closer to the edge until I’m teetering on the precipice. It’s building up in the pit of my stomach—an explosive pleasure just waiting to burst through me.

I gasp and moan as I hit the point of no return. The world around me blurs as euphoria streaks through every inch of my body, an unstoppable force that overwhelms my senses. My breath hitches as my body trembles, riding the waves of ecstasy.

“Noah,” I say his name again, this time a whisper lost in the throes of pleasure. His hands tighten on me. He leans over to silence my cries with another passionate kiss. The taste of myself on his lips sends another jolt of desire through me.

I claw at his back, pulling him closer, needing him as much as I need air to breathe. He breaks away from our kiss and looks down at me with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips before claiming them again.

Suddenly, I feel empty without him inside me. I yearn for more—so much more. He seems to understand because he quickly positions himself between my thighs, aligning himself at my entrance.

With a quick nod from me, he pushes in slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. The stretch is deliciously painful, but it soon turns into pure bliss as he starts moving inside me. Each thrust sends waves of delight coursing through me.

He sets a rhythm that has us both gasping for breath and moaning each other’s names. The scent of our arousal fills the small room. I cannot think of anything more romantic than making love in front of a crackling fire with a winter storm raging outside.

He slows his movements. “Are you okay?” he whispers against my lips.

“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

And then he begins again. Leisurely at first and then faster, with a pace that has me writhing beneath him. The pleasure builds and builds until I think I can’t take anymore. Then it peaks, and I am swept away once more—breathless and shaking.

My body is completely his to control. I can’t explain what’s happening. I’ve never been this aroused in all my life. Even after a second orgasm, I know I’m not done. I need more.

His movements become more urgent. “That’s it,” he says in a guttural voice. “You’re alive. Let yourself go.”

His command sends a quiver down my spine, a wild thrill coursing through my blood. I tighten around him, feeling him pulsate inside me in response. His pace quickens, his grunts of pleasure intensifying as he nears his own release. Sweat beads on his forehead, glimmering in the flicker of the firelight.

His hand slips between us to tease my sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity radiating through me. Heat tightens in my belly. I have no control over the sounds that escape me. My nails dig into his back as I gasp out his name.

He kisses me fiercely, swallowing my cries as, for the third time that night, I detonate. I am floating in a hazy of passion when he stiffens above me, throwing his head back as he finds his own release. With one final thrust, he groans out my name.

Exhausted but sated, he lowers himself onto me carefully so as not to crush me. His chest rises and falls heavily against mine with each labored breath he takes. We stay like that for a while—tangled together without speaking.

Noah slides off me, pulling me against him once again, spooning me. “So, I should say I’m sorry,” he says.

“You’re sorry,” I laugh. “Sorry, you accidentally put your penis inside me?”

He laughs, the sound a wave of delight. “I don’t think I could ever be sorry about that. I mean, I’m sorry for thinking you were a spoiled, uptight bitch.”

“I didn’t know you were thinking that,” I giggle and roll to face him.

He grins, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I thought that when you were late. I thought you were going to be one of the spoiled rich bitches that want me to fly them to their massive cabin in the woods that looks more like a ski resort than a house. But you weren’t.”

“I can assure you I’m not rich,” I tell him. “I can be a bitch, but not often.”

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