Page 70 of One Last Time
I wonder if he’s bringing up the divorce to see my reaction or for some other reason, but I haven’t thought of that once. All of my mind is on Noah and what he gives me. I don’t want what happens here tonight to be something he everdoubts.
“No.” I shake my head. “I gained something. You’re the only thing I’m thinking of. You’re the only thing I care about today. I want you. I wantthis.”
His head lifts, and he kisses me. With each touch of our tongues, my fear ebbs, leaving me withdesire.
We break apart, and I lean back. “Now, I think you should lose yourpants.”
“By all means.” He lets me go and puts his hands under his head. “If you want them off, you’re going to have to doit.”
All rightthen.
I slide off the bed, enjoying the view of Noah lying there. He took his time, and I plan to do the same. It’s my turn to make sure he remembers tonight. I pop the button of his jeans open and smile as the sound of the zipper fills thespace.
He lifts his hips as I pull the clothes off and toss them to the floor. Noah is even better than I pictured. I remember thinking he was packing the good stuff when I was in the pool with him, but I didn’t do himjustice.
“Talk about perfect.” Igrin.
“I’m all yours.” He stays still, letting melook.
For as long as you wantme.
My hands slither up his legs, and I grip hiscock.
Now, it’s his turn to makenoises.
“Fuck, Kristin.” His fingers grip my hair as I bring him into mymouth.
Noah grunts, groans, and curses as I bob up and down. His hands vary from being in my hair to slamming on the bed as I work to give the best blow job of my life. I take him as deep as I can, and his fingers tangle in my hair. He’s losing it and I’m loving everysecond.
“You . . . stop . . . Kristin . . . fuck.” It’s about time I’m not the only one who can’tspeak.
I lift my head, and his emerald eyes meet mine. “Want meto—”
Noah sits up quickly, cutting off my ability to finish and tosses me to the other side of the bed. I squeak as I hit the pillow, and then we’re nose to nose. His breathing is labored and our mouthscollide.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and his cock moves against my pussy. I need him inside me—now.
“Noah, now. Please,” Ibeg.
“Please what?” herasps.
“Take me. All of me. Takeme.”
He grabs the condom from his pants, rolls it on, and we gaze into each other’s eyes. Noah watches my face as he slowly enters me. The look of ecstasy on his face is something I will neverforget.
We make love, moving through different positions, exploring and learning each other’s sounds. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Having someone so committed to making me feel so special. Between the immense amount of pleasure and emotions, I’mspent.
If wine and chocolate had a baby, it would be called Noah, both are satisfying and do my bodygood.
Noah’s arms are wrapped around me as he sleeps. I inhale, loving the mix of musk and sweaty sex that clings to his skin. He cocoons me in his warmth, and I could stay like this forever. I turn my head, listen to his heartbeat, and drift to sleep with a smile on myface.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kristin
“You need to leave.”I giggle against Noah’s lips. It’s almost three, and I need to grab the kids from my parents byfive.
“When can I see you again?” he asks and then kissesme.
