Page 75 of Return To You

He presses his lips against mine, and I melt. We’ve kissed a few times in the past month, but not enough, and I know we need to take things slow, but a little more kissing would be nice.

He pulls back just a touch, and asks against my lips, “Tell me something, Petal. If I did that, if I ensured our tours are not when you’re doing practical so you and Diego are right there with us, would that strengthen your trust in me again?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I hate it, but it most likely will, because it means his career isn’t as important to him as me and our son.

I nod, and he sighs. “Then there is no reason to argue over it, Petal. I won’t lose you, and won’t have you working toward adegree you don’t even want. You’ve spent two years putting our son first, and your wants, your feelings were pushed to the back burner. Fuck, you even went days without food just so he could eat. And, as of today, that stops.” He kisses me gently again, then whispers, “Now, I have missed my girl shit loads….”

I snort at his words before pressing my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck, not thinking, just feeling.

He groans and bends a little, his hands gripping my thighs before he lifts me, and instantly, I wrap my legs around his waist.

I feel us move, but I don’t stop the kiss; instead, I deepen it.

I moan when I feel his tongue bar glide against my tongue before suddenly, he lets go of my thighs, and I drop my legs as he breaks the kiss.

Both breathing hard, we make eye contact as he grabs the hem of my uniform, and slowly lifts it. I don’t stop him; instead, I lift my arms, and he takes the fabric off, throwing it across the room. Without breaking eye contact, he steps forward, pressing our bodies together as his hand goes behind me, unclipping my bra. It falls to the floor.

He takes a step back, his eyes taking in my body, and a small part of me wants to cover myself, but I fight against it.

Noah unbuckles his belt, and then unbuttons his jeans, before removing them and his boxers simultaneously, his eyes not leaving my body.

I bite my bottom lip.

The man is a work of art. His narrow hips, slim waist, six-pack, and pecks are covered in tattoos. A very large rose over his left peck makes my heart melt.

This man loves me, he loves me so much he fears his own feelings. I understand that, I do, but it doesn’t mean he’s forgiven just yet, though a few orgasms may help….

Sucking his lip ring into his mouth, he squeezes his member and walks over to me, grabbing my neck.

Noah slams his mouth against mine in a quick, searing kiss, before rasping, “Suck me Rose….”

My clit throbs at the thought, lust hitting me hard, and without a thought, I kneel. I smack his hand away from his extremely hard member, the head already turning purple with the need to come.

Looks like my man is not going to last long….

Ignoring my crazy mind, I smirk and grip his girth hard at the base and twist, causing him to groan, which soon turns into a moan as I lick the tip, the pre-cum instantly hitting my taste buds—musky and salty….

Moaning, I take him into my mouth, right down to my hand, where I’m squeezing and twisting as I suck hard.

“Fuck, Rose, yes…” Noah croaks, gripping my hair, but he doesn’t take control, giving me the opportunity to give him pleasure.

My head bobs up and down, my tongue moving underneath his member as I suck while twisting my hand, giving him all the pleasure.

“Rose…. It’s been over a month, baby; I-I’m going to come,” Noah stutters, his hand gripping my hair tighter.

I suck harder as I bring my other hand up and grip his balls, squeezing and rolling them in my hand. And that does it. Noah tries to pull out, but I grip his butt, keeping him in place as I suck, taking him into the back of my throat as he comes.

His taste overtakes me, and I moan around him as he shouts, “Fuck yes, Rose!”

I continue sucking until I feel his member soften. I pull back and lick the tip for good measure, before Noah pulls back and grabs me underneath my arms, and throws me on the mattress. I squeak then giggle as he jumps on me. I moan as his lips hit mine, his tongue tangling with my own, tasting himself.

Noah gently rubs his semi-hard member against my pantie-covered entrance as he breaks the kiss, and moves his lips to my jaw, down my neck, and then takes a nipple into his mouth.

I grasp his hair and moan as he works me up, my hips rubbing against him harder, needing a release.

I feel him smirk against my skin as he kisses my stomach and rasps, “I think I need to return the favor, huh, Petal?”

Before I can answer him, his lips find my clit through my panties, and he sucks hard, causing my back to arch.

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