Page 27 of Hungry Like A Dragon
“Um, yeah.”
He shook his head. “Next time, tell me what you’re planning and I’ll do it for you. It’s three in the morning. Who knows what could have happened to you out there.”
“The same things that could have happened to you if you’d gone instead. Now, are you going to continue lecturing me, or are we going to make my trip worth it?”
He placed the box on the bedside table and reached out, using the hem of her hoodie to drag her toward him. “We’re definitely going to make your trip worth it.” He grasped the zipper and started to tug it down but stopped.
“What?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“What about Sadie? Should we, uh, go to another room?”
“She’s asleep.” Petra pushed him onto his back and tugged off the hoodie. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her camisole, the abrasion heightening her arousal. “We have until probably around 5 a.m.”
He sat up again, grabbed a fistful of her shirt, and pulled her toward him. She landed on top of him and he deftly flipped her onto her back. Her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breathing as he hovered over her, a hand pressed into the sheets on either side of her arms.
“Only two hours,” he said. “I’d better get to work.”
Only two hours?Criminy, most of her sexual encounters hadn’t lasted more than fifteen minutes. Including the first one with him.
Her eyes widened as she watched his lips descend, and then they fluttered closed as flesh pressed against flesh and sparks erupted in her body. She was a sparkler and he’d lit the fuse. Except she didn’t think the fireworks would ever burn out.
She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him to her, spreading her legs so that he could nestle between them. Despite the difference in their sizes, he fit perfectly, like they were meant to be here, in this position. In this situation.
He broke the kiss and nibbled his way across her cheek to her ear, nuzzling it for a moment before trailing his lips down her neck and across her chest. He teased a finger along the bodice of her camisole and asked, “Can I touch them?”
Oh gods, she wished, but she shook her head. “Probably not a good idea, unless you like the taste of breast milk.”
He chuckled. “Maybe we’ll wait.”
Before her mind could fully grasp the idea thatmaybe we’ll waitmeant he planned to do this again, he started moving lower, shifting his body down the bed as he lifted her camisole to drop hot kisses onto her quivering belly. She sucked in a breath and held it when he reached the hem of her pajama shorts.
Lifting his head, he said, “Breathe, Petra. I’d really rather you not pass out right now.”
She exhaled in a great whoosh, and his lips quirked before he focused his attention back to parts below her belly button. Parts that were warming at an alarming rate. Parts that were eager and desperate for his touch. Parts that were really, really hoping he was about to do what she suspected he was about to…
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, he tugged them down, kissing her pelvic bone and then the top of her thigh, then her knee. As he lifted her leg to extract it from the material, he kissed her ankle and shifted to the other leg and repeated the process.
Oh, she was definitely breathing now. Short, gasping spurts.
Once he’d gotten rid of her shorts, he placed his hands on the tops of her feet, smoothed them up her legs until his thumbs grazed her sex. She arched off the bed and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Cupping her inner thighs, he spread her legs. Petra grasped the headboard and squeezed her eyes shut as he brushed a finger along her seam. “Mmm,” he said, and it sounded like he had something in his mouth. She opened her eyes and watched as he sucked her juices from his digit.
“Oh gods,” she said on a gasp, flinging her head back against the pillow.
She felt the heat of his breath a scant moment before his tongue rasped against her sex, licking her from bottom to top and causing her to arch her back again. He placed a hand on top of her thigh and pressed, holding her still, and then he began lapping at her, thrusting his tongue into her opening while his teeth grazed her clit, over and over. Petra’s body was on fire, a liquid heat. Like lava, it was bubbling, building in intensity. When he swirled his tongue around her clit while inserting two fingers into her opening, she exploded, a volcano erupting like it had been dormant for centuries.
When she blinked open her eyes long moments later, Noah was lying between her thighs, licking his fingers and looking quite pleased with himself.
“I need more,” she said, her chest still heaving, her heart ramming against her rib cage. She pushed him onto his back and scrambled to her hands and knees, crawling down the bed so she could pull down his boxer shorts. His erection sprang free, bobbing, glistening with pre-cum. Eager. Ready.
Just like her.
“Here,” he said, and he was holding a small, foil packet. She plucked the condom from his fingers, ripped the foil, and took her sweet time rolling it down the length of him. His drawn out groan told her he probably both hated and loved the effort.
“Petra,” he murmured as she simply sat and stroked him after she’d sheathed him. “This is bordering on torture.”
“Let’s see if I can do something about that,” she said as she straddled him, grasped his erection, and rubbed it against the wetness at her core. He clutched her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin. Finally, she couldn’t take the anticipation any longer, and she sank down onto his shaft with a satisfied gasp.
He took control, using his hands on her hips to find his rhythm, their rhythm. Every stroke sent tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine, and she began to climb toward that pinnacle again. Gods, had she ever had two orgasms in one night before?
“So close,” he said through gritted teeth, and she pressed her hands against his abs as she rotated her hips, chasing the pleasure, wanting more.
He moved his hands so that his thumbs brushed against her clit, rubbing her there, harder, faster, until she cried out as her climax slammed into her. While she was still riding the waves, he wrapped his arm around her back and flipped her over to begin pounding into her at a frenzied pace, until his entire body stiffened and she felt him pulsing inside her, as he, too, found his release.
With a gusty sigh, he rolled onto his back next to her, tugged off the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the small trashcan next to the bedside table. Then he shifted to his side, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her close, until they were nestled together like spoons in a drawer.
“Sorry I didn’t make it to two hours,” he whispered, his breath fluttering her hair.
She sighed and smiled, closing her eyes and letting his body heat seep into her soul. “Guess we’ll have to try again tomorrow night.”
