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Not when all I can think about is the sensation of his mouth on my pussy, and how badly I want to know if he fucks as well as he sucks. My mate, if he’s to be believed, and I’ve never slept with him. It doesn’t seem right.

I adjust myself onto his lap to bring my core in contact with his hardening cock. No panties, and the shirt is big enough to give him enough room to touch me wherever he wants.

Noble drops the brush and glides his fingers along my leg, up my inner thigh until he slicks his fingers through my folds. Along my entrance and up to my clit, a gentle probing touch, to judge my readiness.

His eyes go glassy, and with a moan, he bends to bite my lip.

“Do you know how scared I was?” he asks in a low voice. “How many times I wondered if I would ever get to touch you again?”

I don’t want to think about it because I’d had the same fear.

“Touch me, then,” I beg him. “Touch me now and show me it’s all right.”

There’s heat and possession in his hands, in his mouth and the curve of his smile against my skin. He kisses the side of my neck, nipping at my jaw and then drawing his tongue down my neck.

My head drops back, my aches and pains forgotten.

This is so different from what I experienced with Dax, and it’s meant to be different, in all kinds of good ways.

Which doesn’t make fucking Dax bad, just…different.

They are unique men.

Noble had shucked his wet clothes after our shower and now he’s only wearing boxers. It’s easy to reach between us, to draw his cock out through the slit in the front. To take his ready dick in hand and stroke my way along the length.

Precum already dots the head of him as I stroke.

“If you’re not feeling up for this—” he starts through gritted teeth.

I kiss him, long and slow. Tasting him and stroking my tongue along his. It’s sweet and exploratory, and sends my stomach into a tailspin of heat and desire.

Then suddenly it’s more. Like the connection between us realizes this will be our first time together and explodes. I feel Noble all around. His lust is mine. His emotions are mine, and I’m clawing at him to get him closer.

I arch my back, my breasts tight and heavy, nipples pebbled.

“I want you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Now.”

It’s more than a want, though, it’s an obsession in my blood. My pussy throbs with anticipation of being filled and I’m hungry, absolutely starving, for Noble.

The bond between us is a bright and living thing, and a huge part of me has become undone in his proximity. Not in a bad way, though. I’m safe. When I'm with him, I’m safe.

Is a mate bond supposed to keep me from wanting anyone else?

Because that hasn’t worked out so far.

“You deserve more,” he grunts out. “You deserve it slow and sweet.”

“I’m here. And we have time.”

It’s impossible for me to tell him how much I need him. How empty I am without him inside of me.

When he says nothing else, I lift onto my knees and slowly impale myself on him, sliding him inside of me inch by tantalizing inch until he’s buried to the hilt and we're both gasping at the sensation.

I groan at his size, at the lack of an adjustment period, before I drag myself up and drop home again. I swivel my hips against him, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone and holding on to his shoulders as I ride him.

So fucking good.

He fills every piece of me and presses against all the right spots. I’m not sure how it seems that his dick, as thick and slightly curved as it is, feels like the perfect fit. But holy fuck is it good.

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