Page 79 of Echoes of Us

I stroked him with my free hand, circling the tip of my finger around him. I watched closely as I pressed the tip in. His mouth fell open, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. I pushed deeper, feeling the tight warmth surrounding my finger. When I moved further, and he hissed, his body tensed.

“You’re meant to be blowing me while you do that. Get your mouth back here,” he commanded, pulling me by my hair.

I obeyed, taking him into my mouth again. He moaned, relaxing back into the bed as I pressed deeper. This was new territory for me, an experience I was navigating with instinct and desire rather than skill. Most of what I had done to Noahwas based on poorly researched porn and Google searches. He hadn’t complained so far; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. But right now, I was flying blind. The sensation of feeling him this intimately was starting to mess with my head—and my body.

I set a rhythm between my hand and my mouth. Noah’s moans grew louder, his hips rocking down to meet my movements.

“Is that good?” I glanced up at him. He looked incredible, his head arching back, lips parted, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

He nodded, eyes half-closed in pleasure. “Get another one in,” he urged.

I licked my lips, took him into my mouth again, and added a second finger.

“Oh fuck.” He whimpered, his voice weak as I tried to keep my fingers steady.

His hips lifted off the bed, and I worked to keep him distracted with my mouth. His hips fell back onto the bed as he relaxed, adjusting to the new sensation. When my fingers were fully inside him, I began to move them again, his groans music to my ears. He tightened his grip on my hair, almost painfully holding me down.

“Noah,” I released him momentarily. “I know it feels good, but you’re going to rip my hair out.” I let out a soft laugh, seeing him looking wrecked, panting heavily, his torso arching off the bed, head shaking from side to side.

“I’m sorry, fuck, Atty,” he said, almost feverishly.

“Does that feel good?” I resumed my movements.

He assented, pulling my head back down. “Please keep going. Please,” he pleaded.

I sped up my movements, pressing harder. Noah practically screamed, his hips lifting off the bed and bucking into my mouth. I pushed his hips back down, feeling him tremble as he chased the sensation. The way he clenched around myfingers was dizzying. I wanted to be inside him, to feel him moving like this against me. His legs shook, his moans growing louder. His hand tightened in my hair again as he bucked his hips. I felt the heat of his release in my mouth and tried to swallow around him.

I moved away, taking him in with his head thrown back, breathing heavily. He was so fucking beautiful.

“A little warning next time.”

He let out a strangled laugh. I slid my fingers from him, grabbing my shirt to wipe them clean. I climbed onto the bed, over him, kissing his neck.

“I’m sorry. I swear I couldn’t even help it.” His face still awash in the afterglow of his orgasm. “Was it terrible? It just felt so good,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

I shook my head, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “No, you just surprised me. It wasn’t bad,” I reassured him, watching his face light up with relief.

“That’s good to know.” He chuckled as I pinched his side playfully. “Give me a minute to pull myself together, and I’ll get you off,” he promised.

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Was it that good?” I shifted beside him.

He trailed kisses along my collarbone and reached down to stroke me. “It was fantastic.” His voice filled with genuine appreciation.

I sighed contentedly as he moved over me, his grip firm and possessive.

“I swear I’m sure you’re lying to me about being a virgin,” he teased.

I laughed softly.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck as he kissed his way up to my ear. “You know,” he whispered seductively, “we can just fix that right now. You already got me ready for you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pushed him back slightly to look into his eyes. He wore a smile, but his gaze was serious.

I cocked my head. “Noah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He tightened his grip on me, his eyes locked onto mine. “Come on, you mean to tell me you haven’t been dying to fuck me, too?” He started to pick up the pace.

I placed my hand over his, stopping him. “Noah, are you serious?” I searched his face.

---