Page 21 of Sex. Love. Marriage.
“Again, so romantic.” I raise an eyebrow and then wink at him. “Maybe I want you to seduce me a little.”
“Guaranteed there was no seducing in the porno you weren’t watching, but whatever. I’ll fucking seduce you.”
Noah’s pretty good at playing the gentleman card. He can be the sweetest person I know and still make it sexy. What is he a master at?
Being the kind of guy women should steer clear of. And you know the one I’m talking about. Porn has nothing on him. The kind of guy where you look at him and know it’s not something he learned. It’s him. It’s exactly like what you’d imagine being seduced by a Hemsworth brother or hell, Jason Momoa, or even Charlie Hunnam. I’ll go with Charlie on this one because that’s the kind of ruggedness Noah bleeds with. He’s that Texan boy with southern charm with a sexy edge. It’s something he was born with. Dark irresistible eyes, sinful body, and a venomous kiss I die over and over again for. And if I’m rambling, I’ll give you some juicy details. Prepare yourself; it’s about to get hot in here. Wink wink.
With his hands still underneath me, his rough fingertips move over my waist, toward my hip bone where he peels back the leggings to reveal my bare skin to him. His eyes dart to mine, just briefly before he blinks slowly. Then they close just as his lips make contact with my skin. I jump, and then his tongue darts out, flattens and glides across my hip like he’s tasting me. When I’m least expecting it, his groan vibrates through me and his teeth sink gently into my skin. And then before I know what he’s doing, he yanks my leggings down and his tongue is between my lips and biting my clit.
“Don’t move or this will hurt,” he whispers, and it sounds like a hiss when I jump again, and his teeth sink together. It pinches, but feels so goddamn good I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t care that it hurts. I want it that bad.
Sliding his tongue between my folds, he takes a firm grip on my upper thighs with more intensity. I tense at first, then loosen up and spread my thighs for him. He’s watching my body and face with fascination, knowing damn well this is the way to get me off. Two of his fingers slide into me and then I’m moaning and praying he never stops.
Naturally, as with any parents, the sex doesn’t last long before we’re interrupted. Remember when I said our kids never stay in bed like they should? They don’t. Guess which one is panting under the door and barking.
If you guessed Sevi, you’d be right.
“Bad dog!” Noah yells, barely able to lift his lips from between my legs. Believe me, I don’t want him to either, but it’s hard to concentrate and get off when your kid is next to the door. For men, it’s easier. For women, we need concentration and everything to be in exactly the right place.
Sevi continues barking to the point we wonder if there’s something wrong with him, but neither of us wants to go look. “If we ignore him, he’ll stop.”
I flop my arms over my face. “I can’t concentrate with him barking. He’s going to wake up Fin.”
Noah huffs out an annoyed breath, leaning back on his heels. Running his hand through his hair, his eyes lift from his very obvious erection to mine. “Okay. I’ll put him back in bed and be right back.”
I blow out an annoyed breath. “Fine.”
With a groan, Noah pushes himself from the bed. Standing next to it, he slides his hand into his jeans and adjusts himself. It’s hot.
When he notices my attention on him, he winks. “Don’t you dare move.”
I fight off a smile. “I’ll try not to.”
“If I come back in here and you’re asleep, I’m going to come on your face,” he warns, completely serious.
Now it’s my turn to burst out laughing. The thing is, I wouldn’t put it past Noah.
He’s gone about five minutes and then returns, kicking our bedroom door shut with his foot that’s still wearing a shoe. He hadn’t bothered to take that one off yet. Reaching down, he yanks it off with his sock and then pushes his jeans out of the way.
I watch him walk toward me, his cock raring to go. It’s seriously so hard, but I imagine it’s because we haven’t had sex, or been able to finish the job in a while. “What was wrong with Sevi?”
“Nothing. I put him back in bed and then he fell asleep.” When he’s back on the bed, he pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him. Lifting my arms, he works my shirt up over my breasts and lets it fall away. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, cupping my tits in his strong hands. “Do you want me to continue where I left off?”
Leaning forward, I capture his lips with mine. “No, I want you inside me.” And I do. Despite the fact that he tastes like pussy, too, I still want it all.
“Do you like the way you taste on me?” he asks, just before he crashes his lips to mine. His mouth is harsh, yet incredibly soft as he smothers me with his passion.
I want everything he’s giving me. The closeness, the shaky breath, and his lips against mine. But something’s missing. I can’t place it, the feeling, or even when it began, but it’s there.
Pulling away, Noah watches me closely, smiles briefly, waiting for me to give him the okay. My hands are on his shoulders so I flop back onto the mattress. “I want you on top.”
Taking my leg behind my knee, he moves me until he’s on top of me. His lips meet mine again, and I think about that porno I briefly watched. It’s frenzied for a moment, I’m moaning into his mouth, so responsive to every touch and his lips are everywhere. From my neck to my shoulder, my chest, anywhere he can get to. It’s one of those moments where words aren’t needed, pleasure is. It’s rough and carnal. Until I say, “Put it in the front.”
“What?” Noah draws up on his forearms and looks between us. “I am.” He holds himself still, but his body is shaking from holding back. He didn’t get to finish this morning because his dumb ass kicked me in the vagina, and now he’s hating the stalling I’m doing.
He’s confused. I think he thinks I’m talking about my ass or something. “No, like in the movies when the guy reaches between her legs to guide it in. Do that. It’ll be sexy.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he huffs, a little annoyed I’m slowing down the process of him just ramming it in and thinking it’ll be good for me. I show him with hand gestures so naturally, he tries. He fails. “My hand gets in the way.”
