Page 4 of Won’t Let You Get Away

Cupping one of her breasts in my hand, grateful we both decided to forgo swimsuits, I bend forward to capture her nipple in my mouth.

Bri groans and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“I could worship your body for the rest of the night, hell the rest of this week, and still crave more.”

Her thighs tighten around my sides, pulling me in and grinding herself closer. I chuckle against her chest, kissing her sternum and starting my descent.

“Patience, sweetness.”

She mumbles something in response, but I’m too lost in my mission of tasting and kissing my way down her body. I kiss her hip and run my hands down her thighs, holding her legs apart while I sink to my knees before her.

The bottom of the hot tub digs into my knees, but I’m too focused on the sights of her perfect pussy directly in front of me.

Without wasting another second, I dive into her.

“Fucking perfect,” I grumble against her cunt, swiping my tongue along her entrance.

“Noah,” Bri breathes my name again, reaching down to tangle her fingers in my hair and holding me in place. As if I’d even think about leaving.

I flick my tongue over her clit, the whimper of approval leaving her lips my only sign to continue. Letting one of her legs go, I continue to feast on her and slowly stroke my own cock.

It’s barely been an hour since I’ve been inside her and already I’m aching for more. I jerk myself to the pace of my tongue fucking her, groaning as I look up to find her clutching her breast with her free hand.

She’s a goddamn siren.

With my free hand, my fingers find her clit, circling and applying pressure while I continue to fuck her with my tongue.

“Shit, yes. Please, Noah.” She begs beautifully.

Pleasure coils through me, my pulse pounding in my ears and that delicious tension gathers at the base of my spine.

Bri’s legs shake, the sound of her breathing reaching my ears as she chants my names and begs for me to make her come.

I flick over her clit once more at the same time she pinches her nipples, her scream of pleasure meeting my ears just as she?—

“Yo, Noah, you awake?!”

“Mother fucker,” I growl and release my cock, dropping my forehead forward against the cool shower tiles. Despite the sound of water pouring over my head, I could still hear the heavy thudding of boots racing up the stairs.

“Good, you’re awake,” Connor announces cheerfully, coming into the bathroom with our knocking.

“Do you mind?” I say through gritted teeth, glaring at him over my shoulder through the glass shower doors.

“Nah, man. Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

I take a deep breath and resist the urge to punch him. “Dude, get out! I’ll be downstairs in five minutes.”

“Fine, I’ll start coffee.” He strolls out and closes the door behind him.

I really need to change the locks to this place.

I let out a long sigh and quickly rinse off, doing my best to block out my anger towards him for barging in. Then again, that’s just how we’ve always been.

When he was away at college, our farm felt too silent. Having him back now, living in the house he bought and fixed up on the other side of our land, is a welcome change from the loneliness. And it’s not his fault that this morning is one of those rare occasions where thoughts ofherstill linger despite my attempts to push them away.

It’s probably a good thing he interrupted me.

As soon as I returned from my tropical Christmas get away, chaos surrounded me. My home was a mess, my father had just undergone surgery and was being moved to the ICU, and everything seemed to be going downhill. So, I pushed thoughts of Bri aside and focused on being there for my family.

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