Page 45 of Finding Noah
His eyes took on a dreamy quality that softened the green of his irises in the light filtering through the gauzy curtains covering his windows—that kept out the setting sun.
I tongued his slit before pulling him into my mouth.
He bucked.
I placed my hand on his hip even as I swirled his length around in my mouth. He tasted so damn sweet. I wanted both to savor this forever and bring him to a climax at the same time. Knowing I had to choose, and optimistically believing we might do this again, I grasped his balls in my hands and gently rolled them, all while sucking for all I was worth.
“Uh…um…Christ…”
Cute.Christian never swore, so, for him, that was true blasphemy.
“Noah, I’m coming—”
Was all the warning I got as he spurted into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could. As I glanced up, and caught him in the throes of passion, I lost focus. I popped off him too soon and—
Yep.
His cum went everywhere.
Everywhere.
Oops.
I wiped my face on the hem of my T-shirt even as he let out a long exhalation and his body relaxed.
“That was…”
I waited, but apparently words were beyond him. So I scooted off the bed, tromped to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, washed my face, and headed back into his bedroom.
Stormy lifted her head in vague interest, but I gave her thestaysignal. She resettled right away.
Sable and River didn’t move a muscle—completely exhausted by the day’s adventures.Okay, so keeping them occupied is going to be the key to having special time with Christian when he comes home from work.
He’d played with the dogs immediately upon stepping in the door—but had, after about thirty minutes of that—headed for the shower.
Wait…we’re going to do this again?
I placed the washcloth on his belly and tried desperately to clean up the mess.
He cracked an eye. “Sorry, I think we may need to practice this one a little more. I came too quickly, and you got it up your nose.”
I laughed—likely as he’d intended.
We did try again. After a bit of time. Because refractory periods were a thing.
I might’ve fallen asleep in his bed that night.
So we won’t have to separate the dogs.
Right…just keep telling yourself that.
Chapter Thirteen
Christian
Noah’s arms banded around me held me in place even as Stormy sat before me, eyeing me.
“Puppies.” I gasped the word, even as I scooted out of Noah’s hold and scrambled off the bed.
