Page 68 of Forever and Ever

“Say please.” Noah grins, and I’m seeing this whole other side of him that is really fucking hot.

I’ve never taken commands well from men but coming from his mouth right now he has me soaking wet.

I drag my teeth over my bottom lip and notice his eyes dip to watch me. “Please,” I say, smiling sweetly.

He gets this wicked look in his eyes as he absorbs me before him.

“Good girl.” He covers my mouth with his, taking what he wants roughly.

I run my fingers over the ridges of his stomach as he deepens our kiss, feeling my body ignite the closer I get to his jeans. Popping them open, I drag them over his hips, and he breaks away just long enough to strip himself naked in front of me.

As he kisses me again, I feel his bare skin on my own, and it sets off something inside. He wraps his hands behind my thighs and picks me up, before spinning around and seating himself on the bed, with me on top of him.

One of his hands winds up to my breast, pinching my nipple through the lace, and it makes me squirm against his rock-hard dick, which he seems to appreciate as he smiles against my mouth.

Noah slides a hand up my throat and holds it firmly, breaking me off his mouth and looking me over.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, looking me square in the eyes. “And you’re mine.”

That travels farther than I’m usually comfortable with, but instead of my mind rejecting it, I cling on for its warmth. I hold it and hope it’s enough.

“I’m yours.”

Realizing now I always have been, whether I wanted it to be the truth or not.

Noah lays back, slowly dragging his hands down my throat, and over my bra. His fingers trace the underside of my breasts, along the wings he tattooed on me. And I wonder if he feels it like I do, how that one is different. While the others are art, his ink marks me as his.

His hands move to my hips, to my thighs, and he gives me a hard tug as he looks up at me.

“I’m going to fuck you, since you asked so nicely,” he says with a grin, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “But first, you deserve to be worshiped. So do me a favor and sit on my face.”

With that, his hands slide to my panties, and he rips them off my body, leaving me completely exposed to him.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls me further up until I fall forward on all fours and my pussy is hovering over his mouth. As he slides his hands around my ass, our eyes connect for only a second before he’s pulling me to him.

I almost come at the first swipe of his tongue running the full length of my pussy. He moves all the way up, and down, before slipping it inside me, eliciting a moan from my lips that sounds feral. I don’t look away in shyness as he slides my hips to ride his face, instead I can’t take my eyes off him.

The darkness that fills those pale blue eyes deepens as he devours me. He kisses my pussy like he kisses my lips,with hunger,like he can’t get enough of it. I’m grinding myself on him now, chasing the burning in my core.

Clenching the bedspread, my hips move faster, and he moves his mouth to focus on my clit. It’s ecstasy, and I’m drenched as Noah laps it all up.

His eyes watch my mouth, my eyes, my breathing. He’s gauging every reaction and adjusting to settle on what makes me feel the best. His firm grip holds me in place when he hits that spot that makes me see stars, and I ride out the first waves that start crashing.

I’m pretty sure I scream his name, but I don’t know if it comes out as a word as he tugs the orgasm out of me, not relenting as I start to wiggle and tear at his sheets. He slides my wet pussy over his mouth and takes in every bit I give him like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

When I finally collapse, he lets up, lifting my hips so he can slide up my body and lay me over him. I steal a kiss and I can taste myself on his lips and in his mouth.

I love that it’s me on his skin. I love that it’s me on his tongue. I want to bury myself in that scent.

I settle a little lower and slide my wetness over his hard shaft. His hips lift to grind harder against me.

“Noah,” I say, breaking apart ever so slightly, still breathing his exhales.

“Fuck.” He pauses like he just realized something, tipping his forehead up to meet mine. “Condoms are in the bathroom.”

“Or…” I bite my bottom lip, feeling totally reckless right now because it’s Noah, and as much as I’ve never wanted to be his, that’s all I want to be in this moment—fully. “I trust you. I’m good if you are.”

Noah’s eyes are hard to read as he thinks that over, but I feel his breathing quicken.

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