Page 33 of Be Mine

Soon, his face comes into focus, hard edges, soft lips, immaculate hair. A soft glint in his glasses obscures those blues I’ve been yearning for. God, I think my heart may jump out of my chest and lay itself bare on the floor for him to claim.

His fingers sweep mine, the gentle touch coursing with electricity. Threading them together, he pulls my body flush with his, warm, and solid, and strong. He guides my arms around his shoulders, his finding their way to my waist.

We sway to the music on the spot, his cheek against the crown of my head, mine against his chest. It’s offbeat, but fuck I don’t care.

“I’m so sorry.” It comes out like a shaky rasp as I swallow down the lump that forms in my throat, like a rock threatening to choke me on my own emotions.

He buries his nose in my hair, still up in space buns from work, and inhales me deeply. But he says nothing, his silence foreboding.

I pull back to look up at him. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. I should have said—”

“Shhh…” he presses his index to my lips, “I’m glad to hear that, but if you thought for one second I was letting you go, you were sorely mistaken.”

“But—”

“Hush. I’ve always wanted to slow dance to this song,” he admonishes, pushing my face back against his chest. I let him. I let him rock our bodies to the music. I let his warmth and scent envelop me as his heart thrums steadily against my cheek.

The song comes to a close triumphantly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Noah leans in to kiss me. His lips molding to mine, his tongue sweeping the seam before probingdeeply and meeting my own. We crash against each other like waves on a rock, just as destructive, but fuck is it beautiful to watch.

He draws blood to the surface with the harsh nip of his teeth. “Get your ass on the bed so I can fuck you,” he rumbles. I scurry backward, and when my legs meet the bed, I tumble. Noah follows close behind, prowling towards me with single-minded intention, stopping briefly to flick the lamp on and discard his glasses.

My work shirt is the first to go. Then my pants are unceremoniously ripped from my body, leaving me in my bra and panties. Noah’s nostrils flare before he makes quick work of those, too, stripping me bare for him. I squirm under his perusal, every swipe of his eyes like a torch scorching my flesh.

It's then he notices the pendant hanging from my neck. Kneeling over me, his finger runs the length of the chain, grasping the hourglass and turning it over in his hand. He makes a low sound of approval, his gaze meeting mine.

“Push those pretty tits together,” he growls, standing and ridding himself of his own clothing. I grasp the sides of my breasts, squeezing them until the peaks meet.

Moving to stand beside the bed, Noah languidly strokes himself from base to tip, though he’s already like steel.

“Pinch your nipples,” he orders, pumping his cock as he watches me execute his charge. I roll each one between my thumb and index, arching into the sensation.

Mounting my chest, he takes control, spitting generously between my tits before he thrusts between the aching mounds. He spits again, adding more lube, gliding smoothly across my chest he rocks his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Frankie baby. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t perfect,” he says through gritted teeth. He thumbs my nipples, pushing my tits together so hard I’m sure they’ll bruise. I preenat his praise, and when the head of his cock breaches the swell of my breasts, I tip my chin and lap at the swollen tip. He rewards me with a bead of pre-cum at the slit and I happily lick it off.

Slowing his pace, like he’s trying to stave off coming too quickly, his grip releases and he’s lowering himself, lining up with my center. I scrunch my eyes shut, preparing for the fullness, but he braces his hand against the back of my neck, raising my head.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to watch me take you and make this pussy mine.”

Fuck, I nearly gush at his words. Both our gazes are locked between my legs. With the tip of his cock barely breaching my entrance, he shifts forward, dipping in more, an inch at a time. We watch, breathless and enthralled as my pussy struggles to accommodate his girth, stretching around him as he pushes forward slowly.

I cry out when he’s fully seated, but my eyes can’t look away, can’t get enough of how erotic it looks—him between my legs, my wetness coating his cock, dampening the short, trimmed hair that surrounds it. His ab muscles contract with every breath he takes as we both just marvel at the sensuality of our connection. And then he moves. Leisurely at first, but soon he’s pistoning his hips, drilling me into the mattress with ferocity.

I can do nothing but hold on as he fucks me relentlessly. Each thrust forward, he swivels his hips and sweeps up, sure to bring me just as much pleasure as my clit grinds on his groin.

“Noah, fuck.” My legs tremble around him, my nails rake down his back, my hands grasp at any part of his body I can hold.

“You want to come, Frankie baby? You gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”

“Oh God, yes.” I’m shaking like a leaf kicked up in the wind.

He leans back on his haunches, his left hand pressing down firmly on my pelvis, between my navel and pubic line. His right forms tight circles on my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers as he drives forward then back, dragging the head of his cock along my swollen walls.

An intense sensation takes over like I’ve never felt before. Pleasure so acute it blooms in the deepest part of my belly, bursting outwards. I’m writhing beneath Noah, each swirl of his finger across my clit, each punishing thrust pushing me closer to ecstasy.

“Come on, Frankie. Give it to me.”

The wave is instant, wrapping me in its grip as all my muscles seize simultaneously. My back arches as I contract around him, holding him to me in a vice-like grip. Screaming until I’m hoarse, I coat him in my release, it runs down my thighs, soaking the sheets.

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