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“I’m happy I have such a gorgeous, intelligent woman in my life.”
At the happiness on her face, she looked as radiant as a goddess. “Thank you.”
The woman in blue who’d lived in my memory had been perfect. Had I never discovered her identity, I would’ve turned her into a divine being no woman could’ve compared to. That hadn’t happened. I knew who she was, and her flawed complexitiesmadeher perfect.
No wonder I was in love with Ryan Hagen.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“I wish your place had a tub. Preferably a jacuzzi tub, but any type would be great,” I said, strolling out of Noah’s bathroom in nothing but a towel, my damp curls moisturized and put into two long braids.
Noah had showered to prepare for the Keegan Halloween party. With two hours until it started, he should’ve been dressing, but he lay naked on his bed, scrolling on his phone. A towel was the only thing that covered him. Not that I minded the view.
The gods sculpted the man’s fine body. Defined biceps and massive forearms revealed his love of weightlifting. It surprised me to learn he had a personal trainer. Enormous hands with long, solid fingers perfect for cupping my generous tits and big ass. A strong neck and jaw with firm lips made for kissing and pussy eating, and an elegant nose.
He glanced away from his phone to stare at me, his eyes darkening when he noted my state of undress. “What’s wrong with showers?”
“Nothing, and yours is great, plus we can shower together,” I said, thinking back to our failed attempt at shower sex in my apartment’s shower/tub combo. “However, a hot bubble bath accompanied by relaxing music after a long day is heaven,” I mused, moisturizing my skin and face, a daily habit.
“Well, when you say it that way,” he drawled, tossing his phone aside and patting the spot beside him. “Come here.”
Smirking, I dropped my towel, loving the way he examined my naked body as I approached him. When I was within arm’s reach, Noah wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, stationing me between his thighs to kiss my midsection. He licked and kissed my skin, and my pussy throbbed. He trailed his mouth down to my nearly bare feminine mound. Pushing closer to him, I lifted my leg to give him better access and rested my foot on his thigh. My core tightened, slickening with anticipation. Unfortunately, he stopped before he tasted me.
“You smell so fucking good,” he muttered, his warm breath dancing over my sensitive skin.
I slowly slid my foot down his thigh, marveling at how rock solid it was. As I stood straight again, he drew a taut nipple into his mouth, and I groaned in pleasure. My eyes slipped closed, and I buried my fingers in his silky hair.
A few minutes later, he pulled away, settled his hands on my hips to push me back, and stood. His eyes bore into mine as he allowed his towel to fall to the floor. His hard, massive cock sprung free, and my mouth watered.
I wanted to taste him, but he never gave me the chance. It was no different now.
“Lie back,” he directed.
At my compliance, he parted my thighs and ran his fingers along my wet slit. Holding my pussy lips apart, he tongued my clit. I gasped and grabbed onto his hair, my back arching as he ate me out. He eagerly lapped at my clit, before giving it a nice, long suck that made me cry out, before he resumed his licking.
“Fuck,” I moaned, the wet heat of his tongue driving me insane.
Despite my grip on his hair, he raised his head, displacing my hands, and aimed a sexy smirk at me. “You like that?”
I nodded, only able to say, “keep going,” which was more than enough for him.
With a chuckle, he resumed tonguing my pussy, faster and faster. He shoved his hands under my ass cheeks. I lifted my thighs and held my knees up as he tongue-fucked me. I cried out, a shudder running through my body. He savored me with his wet tongue, tormenting me with his teeth, while his perfect lips eased the ache that he created. The combination drove me wild and brought me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Play with your tits while I eat you,” he ordered, his dominant tone bringing me ever closer to orgasm.
Complying at once, I rolled my sensitive nipples, pulling them and grinding against his mouth. Pleasure overwhelmed me. Between the nipple play and pussy eating, the combined sensations were more than words can describe. My mind blanked as my orgasm neared and my cries grew louder.
“Not yet,” his sadistic ass ordered, moving his mouth long enough to douse the impending explosion.
Lowering my legs, I panted and tilted my hips in a silent plea.
He sucked my clit again, bringing me back to the brink before lifting his head.
Barely able to think straight and needing to come, I raised up on my elbows and met his gaze. “Please,” I whimpered, feeling like I’d burst.
“Not yet,” he repeated.
I groaned in frustration, my head lolling back. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and I trembled. Grinding my pussy against his mouth, I moaned.
