Page 46 of My Grumpy Fire Chief Next Door
I smile against her skin, enjoying the moment as much as I’m suffering between my legs. “Not yet,” I murmur, my lips brushing her earlobe. “I’m not done worshipping you.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, her body trembling, and I can feel her impatience, her need. But I want to draw this out, to savor every moment, every sensation. My lips continue their journey down her collarbone, pausing to lick the swell of her breasts.
I can feel her nipples hardening further against my chest, and I smirk, enjoying the effect I have on her. I’m happy I’m driving her crazy, too. My hands slide up, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, and she gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her neck to my mouth.
“God, Noah,” she groans, her voice thick with desire. “Please.”
I chuckle softly, a dark, husky sound that vibrates against her skin. “Patience, Kate,” I tease, though my own body is screaming for release. “We’ve got all night.”
“Kate,” I whisper, her name barely more than a rasp.
Her answer is the soft press of her lips against mine, tender but full of need, fingers threading deeper into my hair, anchoring me there like she never wants me to let go.
I break the kiss again, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my lips brushing her skin. “So, fucking perfect.”
Her eyes meet mine, glazed and pleading, and I see the trust in them, the vulnerability.
It's a rare gift, one I don’t take lightly. I dip my head, capturing her nipple gently, and she gasps, her hands pulling me closer.
I suckle gently, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure, and she moans, her body arching into mine.
“Noah,” she groans, her voice thick with need. “Don’t stop.”
I scoff against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her stomach. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
I slowly spread her legs as far as they can go, spread them so that her core is deliciously bare to me.
“You are so very, very wet right now.” She is, her juice lubricating almost every part of her. Her pussy isn’t just creamy-it’s fucking quivering, pink and soft, and vibrating right in front of my face.
I palm her ass in my hands and dig my fingers in, leaning forward so that my breath tickles her sensitive flesh. She whimpers and moans. “You smell so heavenly.” She smells like sex and a distinct, clean scent that I hunger for.
My tongue slowly darts out for a quick taste, a mix of salty, sweet, and creaminess. I lean closer and flatten my tongue fully this time, my erection now so hard that it’s pulsing and hurting. She cries out softly, but it’s so loud in my ears.
My finger digs deeper into her ass, holding her open so I can feast like a starving man. I want her to come on my face and my tongue, then come again with on my dick. I look up at her; her eyes are closed in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted, and she’s grinding without control against my face.
Little sounds and moans are escaping from her throat, and all I do is continue breathing and lapping her up. I stare at her once more, and now she’s grabbing her left breast and twisting the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the second hand holding my head against her core.
She's close.
I swirl my tongue on her quivering little nub and give it a quick suck; I can feel my jaw getting slick from her juices, and then she comes for me.
Her little throat cry was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t focus on any other thing aside from the sound, thesmell of her, the taste of her, and how she bucks hard against my face.
I look up at her, my eyes dark with desire. “I need you.” My voice is rough, and I can feel myself almost bursting.
She met my gaze, her eyes glittering with desire. “I want you,” she replies, her voice breaking. “All of you. Inside me. Now.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, my voice hoarse as I struggle out of my pant. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
I pull her up so she’s sitting upright while I kneel between her legs, our upper bodies pressing together, skin to skin. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hardening at the contact, and I groaned, my hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing, shifting her forward.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I command gruffly.
She doesn’t hesitate, her legs locking around my waist, her heels digging into my back. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against my throbbing cock.
My tip is at her entrance, before I remember I don’t have a condom with me. Fuck me!
“What is it?” She asks, searching my face impatiently.
