Page 46 of If The Fates Allow
Oh, how wrong she had been.
Laying on the small bed, her feet firmly planted on the mattress and legs spread as she waited, Willa stretched her arms over her head. “Are you going to tease me like this for the rest of the night?”
Eyes on her breasts, Noah remained kneeling between her thighs, stroking himself. “I’m attempting to get myself under control, or this will end quicker than I would like,” he murmured. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
She knew exactly what he meant, and in her current state, Willa didn’t think she could become any more self-conscious, so she answered truthfully. “Yes.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Not as much as what you did to me in the forest.”
“Do it now,” he demanded, his gaze dropping to that pulsing heat waiting. “I want to see.”
Lowering her hand, she mimicked his movements from when they stood in front of the mirror. Tiny circles of pressure served to soak her fingers and drive her hips upward as her body sought to be filled.
Noah watched intently, and with cock in hand, he leaned forward to rub the tip along her opening. He groaned, edging her with the promise of entering. “Would you like me to use my tongue?”
Willa nodded enthusiastically. But that wasn’t good enough for Noah.
“Answer me.” His free hand latched onto her thigh, holding her still. The motion of his cock increased, burying itself a little further. “You are drenched and ready, but do you want me to taste you first? Do you want my tongue inside you, Willa?”
“Yes.”
He was on her in seconds. Feasting as if she were his final meal. Her own fingers were knocked away as he devoured her in the most explicitlycarnal way possible. The pleasure built under the assault, gaining speed and quickening in her belly. She swore loudly and lifted her hips just as his eyes rolled up in his head.
“Oh, God, I’m going to...” The wave prepared to crash down on her. Rising high and ready to obliterate as he sucked her tender flesh between his teeth. “Scream.”
“Not yet.” Abruptly ending his work, Noah covered her with his body to settle between her legs. “On my cock,” he growled, notching inside her once more. “I want to feel this cunt holding me when you fall apart.”
To hear such vulgar language only spurned her on, and she clung to him, gasping as he filled her. The pain sliced for but a second, her mind registering it briefly as her body contracted.
“I… Noah…”
He struggled to be careful while she groaned, holding still as the stinging pain merged with an undeniable pleasure. “Holy hell,” she whimpered, the muscles in her body drawing tight as he began to move at an achingly slow pace. “Deeper. I want you deeper, Noah.”
Lifting up on his arms, Noah stared at her with a ferocious love burning in his gaze. “Hold on to me,” he panted, his labored breaths making him hoarse. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Obeying, she gripped his waist, and their tempo accelerated. The steady drum of his hips colliding with hers had Willa moving with him. Moans carried through the air, the harmonious sound driving her to widen her legs and give him room to move.
The bed’s metal headboard banged loudly against the plank wall, and its squeaking mattress wasn’t doing much better against their attack. Sweet release chased her again, crawling across her skin as it sought freedom. It promised a cataclysmic demise, pulling at the very fabric of her being.
“Don’t stop, Noah.”
And Noah appeared to have no intention of doing any such thing. His parted lips curved upward as he filled her with a heavy ramming, strikingthe place inside where she needed it most. “Give it to me, Willa. Give me what’s mine.”
Holding his supple ass with clawed fingers, she bounced beneath him, riding every hit with greedy abandon. “Anything.”
That’s when it happened. The end of Wilhelmina Fairweather. The woman she once was evaporated into nothing, wiped away by the unmatched bliss coursing through her. She screamed his name—louder than she had ever screamed. She swore. She begged. She thrashed and convulsed, dying the most beautiful of deaths.
“So, good.” Noah’s own broken shouts joined hers. “You feel so good, Willa.”
A trembling took over, diving down to her very center, and the tempo of his thrusts changed. Rolling his hips, he worked at burying himself completely. “Take all of me love,” he grunted. “I know you can.”
And she did. Bringing her knees to her chest, she opened her legs as Noah held her thighs to ride her with lengthy pumps of his cock.
“That’s it.” Above her, Noah’s large frame shook, his thrusting turning erratic. He let out a shout as he lost a little more control over himself. “Ah, God, that’s it, Willa.”
Her greedy body squeezed around him, wanting everything he was giving. She had no idea how she had lived without this—without him—for as long as she had. Noah was the other half of her soul and to survive without him would be impossible from this day forward.
