Page 96 of Echoes of Us

I sighed in relief.

“In a minute,” he added, “I want you to pull out, okay? I’m going to get on top of you.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He ran his tongue over his lip and leaned up to kiss me. “This was the hard part. I’m okay, I promise,” he assured me.

We stayed like that, kissing slowly until he pushed back on my shoulders. I pulled out, and we both groaned at the loss of contact. I moved to his side, resting my back against the pillows, and Noah climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. He didn’t sit, just knelt over me, looking down. He looked amazing—messy hair, flushed face, lips glistening.

“Ready?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Keep your hands on my hips,” he instructed.

I placed them there, my fingers tracing the lines of his skin. He smiled, reached back, and grabbed me, holding me steady as he began to lower himself onto me. He didn’t stop. I closed my eyes, feeling myself sinking into him perfectly until he sat over my hips.

“Fuck,” I let out, the word escaping in a breathy exhale.

Noah’s hands pressed on my chest, holding his weight. I opened my eyes to find him looking at me, chest heaving, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I know what you’re doing.” He rocked his hips slowly, creating a tantalizing friction.

I tightened my grip on him, feeling the heat and tension building between us.

“You’re holding back,” he accused gently, lifting his hips. I tried to follow them with mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He sank back down, making me close my eyes involuntarily. “I know you don’t, and I’m fine. But this is your first time, Atty, and I want it to be really good for you.” He rocked himself again, setting a slow pace. “So, stop thinking so much about me and enjoy this. Let yourself enjoy it.”

My eyelids fluttered closed again as he moved over me. He felt so fucking good.

He grabbed my hands, moving them down his back. “Do you feel that?”

I could feel myself, our bodies moving together. I groaned loudly.

“That’s you fucking me right now, and I want you to feel that.”

“But you?—”

“I’ll get used to you, and you can take care of me all the other times we get to do this,” he promised quickly. His hands were on my chest, pressing down hard. He bit his lip and smiled at me in the most enticing way possible. “But thistime, I want you to lose yourself and enjoy me. Fuck me however you want to,” he whispered.

His words went straight to my core. I bent my knees, moving my hands to his thighs, finding leverage, and thrust upward. He closed his eyes.

“Like that,” he moaned as I did it again.

He felt too fucking good. I couldn’t control how much I wanted to move into him or the force I used. He started to match my thrusts, rocking his hips down as I pushed up, and it felt amazing. He moaned again, and reached for himself, starting to stroke in time with our movement.

I was mesmerized by the sight—Noah riding me, eyes closed, a smile and moan on his lips as he worked his hand over his cock. The image alone was enough to bring me close to finishing. The way his hips undulated, and his back arched, showing he couldn’t take how good it felt. Nothing could feel better than being inside Noah, watching him move like this. He was still so tight around me and so fucking hot, pumping his body over me over and over again.

“Noah.” My toes curled, the pleasure building low in my stomach.

“You can come whenever you want.” He broke off in another moan.

I kept pulling his hips down, thrusting up into him, feeling my pace picking up. Noah was panting, closing his eyes, and moaning. He fell forward, pressing a hand on the bed beside me. His chain felt cold against my chest as he bounced.

“Is this good for you?” I asked.

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