Page 45 of Seven Night Stopover

Her back arched off the bed as sensation ripped through her. His mouth slid down her jaw to her neck, nipping at her throat in erotic bites that exploded along each nerve ending. He pushed deeper. The burn stroked the edge of pain.

“Noah.”

He tensed and whispered in her ear, “Use the word if you need to, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. The pain had dissolved, leaving behind incredible pleasure. “I don’t. More. Please.”

Wanting to feel more of him, she slid her hands down his torso, remembering to use her nails as he’d instructed. A full body shudder raked through him.

“Fuck. I could get addicted to you.” He bit her earlobe, then raised his head and took her mouth in another potent kiss. He didn’t stop until her lips burned and her lungs were starved of air. “Are you ready to come for me?”

Her fingers gripped his waist and dug in. “Yes!”

“How hard, baby? How bad is it?”

She twisted her hips, her skin ready to burst with the force of the pressure building inside her. “Bad! Oh God, I can’t…Noah!” she screamed when he stopped moving.

He trapped her arms between his own and pressed down on her with his body. “Shhh. No, don’t move.”

“Why?” she cried plaintively.

He tasted her mouth and raised his head. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to make this worth it for you.”

“Dammit, I just want to come! Please.”

“Stay still then. Now take a deep breath and hold it.”

“No…”

“Yes.” His tone brooked no argument.

Swallowing the protests that built, she obeyed, pulling precious air into her lungs.

“Good girl. Now feel each stroke of my cock inside you. In a few seconds you’ll want to exhale. Don’t. Let me fuck you a little while longer.” One hand slid beneath her and cupped her ass, tilting her pelvis to receive his next plunge.

Pressure and pleasure trebled, her every nerve zeroing in on this wild sensation building between her legs. He watched her, absorbed in whatever expression had taken over her face. “I can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”

Yes, she mouthed. His eyes showed his approval.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Almost there.”

Her lungs burned and her fingernails dug into his waist. He slid almost all the way out, leaving only his cockhead inside her. Then lowering his mouth to hers, he breathed, “Come, Leia. Now.”

His hard thrust sent her over the brink, the edges of her consciousness blurring with the painful ecstasy thundering through her.

“Fuck!” he roared. She clamped around him, then milked him in hard spasms. Leia had no comparison to the sensations rolling through her, but she had a solid glimpse of what it felt like to die with bliss.

Noah rode the wave with her, his groans harsh and beautiful as he continued to thrust hard and fast.

After endless minutes, she started to drift to earth, her shudders still strong enough to rock the bed. But he wasn’t done.

He continued to fuck her, the sounds decadent, wet and dirty, his hands rough, unsteady caresses as his breath grew harsher.

In a bold move, she raised her head and slicked her tongue over his collarbone, her stud abrading his flesh. When he groaned deeper, she repeated her action harder, using the rough edge of the diamond on his throat. Then she bit his chest. Hard.

It set him off. “Shit!I’m coming.” The words were a deep, guttural rumble. His sweat-sheened body bucked hard, and he gripped her tighter. He pulsed long and hot, his cock thickening as he spent himself inside her. After several minutes, he turned his head and kissed her jaw, his breathing still harsh and ragged.

Angling her head, she looked at him. A lock of hair was plastered to his forehead, his face still caught in the after-burn of passion. But his eyes were wide open, fixed square on hers with an intensity that robbed her of breath.

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