Page 79 of Fighting a Riot

“But what?” she asked, her eyes intent on him.

He couldn’t contain his grin. “But I fuckin’ love that I get to be the first to make you come with my tongue.”

“Yak,” she whispered, her legs restless beneath him.

“What?” he asked.

She stared down her body at him.

He arched a brow. “Tell me what you want, princess. I’ll do it. But I want you to say the words.”

“I really want you to kiss me.”

While he stared up at her, he brought a hand out from under her. “Where do you want me to kiss you?”

Her neck arched as she looked up at the ceiling. “Anywhere, Noah.”

He chuckled and traced his finger up to her belly button. “Here?” He glided his finger down to her pelvic bone. “Here again?”

She growled and looked at him again. “Noah.”

He slid his finger along her wet folds. She was just as wet as that night in his kitchen. “Maybe here?”

She kept quiet, but her breathing had become labored.

“Thought about your tight, wet pussy every night since then, baby.”

“No, you haven’t,” she said.

He pushed his finger inside. “Oh, yeah, I have. Didn’t forget how slick and hot you are. Wondered what you would taste like ever since. But you haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes, I did,” she almost whined.

He traced his tongue along her inner thigh. “Anywhere isn’t specific enough, sweet Nora. What do you want me to do? Tell me.”

Her green eyes were imploring. “Do… what you said you wanted to do. That nobody else has ever done before.”

“Princess… are you saying you want me to kiss you here?” he asked, his finger rubbing her clit.

She gave a sharp inhale and arched her back. He groaned. Responsive women always turned him on in a huge way. He hadn’t forgotten how she detonated in his kitchen weeks ago. He’d been looking forward to this very moment, when he could make her do it again in his bed and he could watch. His dick throbbed, but he would make sure Nora got off first.

“Use words, baby.”

“Yes, Noah. I want you to kiss me there, lick me, whatever you have to do. I need you so bad, it hurts.”

That made two of them, he thought.

He gave a cursory lick to her clit, savoring her flavor. “Don’t you worry, Nora. You’re gonna have me.”

Nora

After Yak licked me once, I thought it was a tease. Luckily I was wrong, because the next thing I knew he went after me like a starving man sitting down to feast. He worked me up fast, but didn’t let me come. My body threatened to revolt at his ministrations… or lack of them.

“What are you doing to me?” I demanded.

His teeth sunk into the top of my thigh playfully. “Drawing it out, baby. It’ll make it that much better. I promise.”

My throaty laugh filled his room. “Doubtful, mister. I wasn’t kidding earlier I need you so bad—”

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