Page 70 of Falling for Fury

“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” I slowly drag her panties down her legs, discarding them before I hook one knee over my shoulder, hiking her dress up to her hips, completely baring her softness to me. Christ.

“Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me, Addison?” I ask the question before running my tongue up her seam, tasting her sweetness, sending desire straight to my dick, unable to wait for her answer. She moans, biting her lip, but nods.

“Uh huh.” Her finger intertwined in the curls and pulling me to her. My mouth meets her hungrily, my tongue lapping at her before sucking her bundle of nerves into my mouth, my teeth grazing lightly, which makes her wriggle in my palms.

“Fuck… Noah.” Her voice is strained as she tries to hold back her cries of pleasure. I continue the work on her clit as I slowly push in two fingers. Taunting and teasing her, sending her into a desperate frenzy, until she is all but riding my face. Using my free hand, I lift her other leg to my shoulder, my face and fingers buried inside her, and her back arching against the wall as she shakes with untamed desire.

“You’re a distracting temptation in this dress, Addy. I’ve thought about burying my face under this dress since you put it on.” I curl my fingers around, looking up at her face, the bite on her lips deep, the only thing keeping her moans of pleasure from giving us away. I pick up the pace of my fingers and use my tongue to lap her up, sucking on her clit as I feel her tighten around me, her body shaking. “Do you enjoy the power you hold over me, shortcake?”

“Make good on your promise, Romeo. Show me the stars,” she whispers seductively as she pulls on my hair, making me need to clench so I don’t embarrass myself in my pants.

“At your command, my little devil.” I bury my face in her once more, my tongue on a mission, and teasing her, sucking and grating my teeth while my fingers work her sensitive spot so tight she arches almost fully off the wall.

“Oh my God! Noah.” Her voice is strained, and I reach a hand up to cover her mouth as I up my force one last notch. Her eyes squeeze shut as her mouth falls open against my hand, muffling her moans.

“That’s it, baby, be a good girl and come on my tongue. Let me taste you.” I suck her clit one final time, adding extra pressure with my fingers as I feel her walls tighten completely against me, clutching me inside her as her release barrels through her. With my hand covering her mouth, she manages only a grunt as she hits her peak, her hips bucking against my face as my tongue rides her through her waves, her softness squeezing at my fingers as they slow their pace.

I slowly put her legs back on the ground, licking her from my fingers, the sweetest taste straight from heaven, and I rise to meet her glazed and hungry eyes.

“How were the stars?” I whisper against her lips. Her breath barely caught.

“Spectacular,” she pants. “You’re going to have to give me a minute before we go back downstairs. Because now I just want to jump you. Give something else a ride,” she says as she gropes my cock through my pants. My dick is now painfully restrained behind my pants. I let out a growl, cursing Addy for convincing me to sleep here and not at a hotel. My forehead presses against hers as I place my hands on the wall, each side of her head.

“Fuck’s sake.”

She giggles at my restraint, another sound that does nothing to help the growing pain in my pants. I steal her panties from the ground and tuck them into my pocket.

“Noah, I need those.”

“No you don’t. Consider it punishment.”

“And what am I being punished for?” Her smile is sent from the devil, taunting me.

“For rubbing my dick and making me picture you bouncing on my cock.” She bites her lip again and this time I stop her, pull her lips into mine, and replace her teeth with mine, swallowing her little moan as she takes a step back.

“Okay. Yeah. You need to go in the bathroom or something and let me cool down,” she whispers as I chuckle. I throw her a wink and leave her in the bedroom to pull herself together. My scent intertwined with hers, my heart full of her smiles making my chest feel like it’s expanding.

I am so fucking gone for this woman.

Addison

“Hey, Noah?”

“Yeah, shortcake?” His morning voice is quickly becoming my favorite.

We lay wrapped up in the navy blue sheets of his childhood bed, my phone not stopping its incessant buzzing, as he pulls me into his arms, his big hands caressing my body, pushing my hair out of my face and his thumb brushing against my cheekbone. His eyes trail down me completely, nothing missing from his gaze, as though he is taking stock and committing all of me to his memory. So grateful that his mom and Evie had pre-existing plans these last two days. Something about the local library and the volunteering shifts Iris had, and Evie has been going to classes.

“Can you tell me about your parents? And… about your dad?” After these days here together, I realize I don’t know much about him outside New York. He has spent so much time shouldering my burdens with me that I never ask him about his pain. The shame of that realization hit me this week as we spend it with his family, and I desperately want to know everything there is to know about him.

“What do you want to know?” Something like pain flashes through his eyes and he gives me a gentle smile. Telling me without words that it hurts, but he’d give me anything he could.

“Do you miss your dad?” It seems like a stupid question and his lopsided smile tells me it was and I instantly curse myself for asking. Before I can take it back, he answers.

“Every day.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about him.”

“No, I want to. I like to. It hurts sometimes, but it was long ago enough that talking about him also gives me some nostalgic joy.” He continues to twirl my hair in his fingers and he readjusts so that he lays fully on his back, his other hand tucked under his head as he looks at the ceiling.

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