Page 70 of Noel
Then, he swaps out his tongue for thick fingers, stroking into me as he circles my swollen flesh with his mouth.
He slides in and out, gently at first.Then Noel quickens the pace, curving those long digits as he sucks on my clit.I rock my hips against him.
And oh my God, his name becomes a prayer on my lips.
The bedding is a mess from my hands.I knock over pillows and mangle the blanket.My thighs shake, my hands fisting in his thick, glossy locks as the first wave crashes over me.
I cry out, shattering, and he groans like he’s the one coming undone.
When he rises above me, slipping a condom from the drawer, I don’t look away.I want toseehim.All of him.
He settles between my thighs, stroking, teasing, coaxing soft cries from my lips until I’m trembling, until I’mbegging.
“Need you, Noel.”
“I got what you need, right here.I got you.Fuck.You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans when he finally slides inside me, filling me inch by inch, I swear I feel my heart split open.
I spread my legs wider, my hands gripping his sides and holding him tight.I want—no,Ineedto feel all of him pressing me down into the mattress.
It’s not just physical.
It’severything.
I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he thrusts, fucking into me with slow, deep movements.Each stroke is branding me from the inside out.And I want it.I want him.So damn badly, I can taste it.
He kisses my temple, my jaw, my mouth.
“You feel like heaven, Tinsel.Likemine.”
I arch into him, breathless, tears stinging my eyes as the pressure builds again.
Every time he flexes his hips, the root of his thick cock brushes against my tiny bundle of nerves.
I’m seconds from coming.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, again and again, like a promise stitched into my skin.
“Noel!Oh God!”
And when I fall apart beneath him, it’s not just my body that breaks.
It’sme.
Because somewhere between the powdered sugar kisses and the way he looks at me like I’m a miracle—I fell.
And there’s no coming back from this.
Not with a man like Noel Kane.
Because he might be rough around the edges, but he’s got a heart that’s wrapped around mine now.
And I don’t think I’ll survive losing him.
“Never gonna lose me, tinsel.Fuck, your pussy is strangling my cock.Sucking the cum right from my balls,” he grunts, and shudders above me, and that’s it.I crest again, falling with him into sweet bliss.
He cleans us both up after, and rejoins me on the bed, pulling me into the safety of his arms.
“Goodnight, Tinsel,” he whispers, cupping my cheek and kissing me with his whiskey colored eyes trained on mine.
