Page 143 of Echoes of Us

He leaned down to kiss me, and I wrapped my free arm around his waist, bending my knees and thrusting upwards.

“Do that dirty thing you do,” he said against my lips.

I grinned broadly. “What?”

“Spit on me.”

“I can’t from here.”

“Then spit on your hand. Come on, do it. I love to watch you.” He moved back for me to do what he asked, his hips undulating and his eyes fixed on my mouth. He groaned when I moved my hand back over him. “Fuck. I love that. You’re like a porn star.”

I smiled again. He started moving quickly over me.

“What’s gotten into you?” I tried to keep his pace, feeling the pleasure of his movements.

A glint of amusement lit his eyes. “You,” he said and laughed.

“Idiot.” I gasped as he pressed a hand on my shoulder, using it as leverage to lift off and come back down hard. “Fuck, Noah, I’m not going to last like this.”

“Good.” He moved his legs, crouching over me.

I tugged my hand back. “What do you want me to do?”

Noah ran his tongue over his teeth, his chest heaving. “Fast” was all he said.

He reached for himself as I grabbed his thighs, curling myhands close to his hips and thrusting upwards. He closed his eyes, picking up the pace with his hand.

“Fuck, that’s it. Keep going.” He moaned loudly, working his hand faster.

“Noah.” I was climbing too fast.Shit. I was going to finish any second at this rate.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back. Noah groaned deep in his throat and then gasped. He came over my chest, and I opened my eyes, surprised. He was still looking at me, his lips parted and his tongue over his lip. He moaned again, his hips slowing gradually. His thighs trembled under my hands, and I softened my grasp.

He moved, kneeling on the bed again and slumping forward, falling on my chest. I winced as I pulled out of him roughly.

“Noah,” I said.

He sighed. “Yeah?” He was panting.

“This is kinda gross.”

He giggled, breathless. His chest moved over mine as he breathed, our sweat mixing with his cum. It felt slick. His chain was trapped in the mess.

“Give me a minute.”

I relaxed on the bed, running my hands over his back. I liked feeling his weight over me too.

“Did you finish?”

“No, pretty close, but no.”

“Sorry.” His hands went over my ribs, his nails grazing the skin. I jumped at the contact, and he chuckled. “You’re ticklish? How did I not know that until now?”

“It’s a sensitive area.”

Noah stretched to kiss my neck.

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