Page 51 of Won’t Let You Get Away

Noah’s lips meet mine and everything else seems to fade into oblivion. He consumes me, kissing away all my previous fears and doubts until only he remains.

His tongue brushes teasingly along my bottom lip, silently seeking entrance, which I willingly grant. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his free arm around my waist and gently guiding me to lay back on the couch. Noah helps position my body until he is nestled between my thighs.

I stifle a groan when he grinds against me and he responds by repeating the movement.

Noah’s hand moves from my waist, briefly resting on the small bump before tracing up my ribs and cupping my breast.

I break the kiss with a gasp, stunned by the surge of sensation from his touch, even with the barrier of my bra. But his lips don’t leave me, using his grip in my hair to ease my head back onto the cushion so he can plant a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

A hum of desire resonates within me as my hands find the hem of his shirt. I slide my palms along his ribs, pushing the shirt up as I rhythmically move my hips against him.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes against my neck, to which I shake my head in denial.

“Don’t you dare,” I demand, shoving his shirt up further, silently pleading for it to be gone.

Noah pushes himself up slightly, releasing my hair as he uses his hand to support his weight above me while studying my face. His eyes dart between mine in an intense examination.

I trace a finger down his stomach, smirking up at him and continuing until I reach the button of his jeans.

“I thought you said that if I gave you that look again, you’d stop holding back. Did you change your mind?” My words carry a teasing tone, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s reconsidering.

Noah runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

“There’s nothing that could make me change my mind about wanting you.”

Before I can respond, he’s kissing me fervently, only breaking away when our shirts and my bra are finally being removed.

He kisses down my neck and chest before taking one of my nipples gently between his lips.

The moan that escapes is unrecognizable, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed as he teases me with his tongue. My hips grind against him in search of relief as he continues his delicious torment.

“Fuck,” he mutters, briefly pulling away to rest his face between my breasts. “This here is paradise.”

With our jeans still obstructing us, he rubs against me, and I groan in response.

“That’s it, Sugar. Let me hear you.”

Tension builds, pooling low in my stomach as he continues to worship my chest while grinding into me. I match his movements, desperate for the impending release, but shake my head.

“Noah, I need…” My plea for him to be inside me is cut off with a cry as he pinches one nipple while gently biting the other. “Shit, I think I’m going to…”

He does it again in time with a thrust against me, triggering my climax that rips through me with a gasp that morphs into a moan.

“That’s it, beautiful. Look at you,” he praises. My thighs tighten around him and he chuckles. “So perfect.”

“What would be perfect,” I manage between breaths, smirking up at him as I reach between us to unbutton his jeans, “is for you to stop holding back and fuck me.”

“As if I could ever deny you,” Noah retorts with a chuckle as he eases off of me to give us both room to remove our remaining clothes. He is faster than me and quickly assists in removing my leggings.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. His muscles ripple as he settles again between my thighs, his gaze leisurely traces every inch of my body.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” Noah questions as he finally touches me. His hands glide up my thighs, securing them to his hips as he watches me.

“Seeing you like this is like a vision from my dreams.” One of his hands lightly strokes my stomach and he smirks. “Except this is better. Seeing you sprawled out, panting and so beautifully needy for me… all while knowing you’re carrying our child is everything.”

He grinds against me then, showing just how aroused he is. I gasp at the contact, immediately locking my legs around his waist and shamelessly rubbing myself against him.

“So needy,” he chuckles. I nod in response, not caring if I appear desperate.

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