Page 15 of Her Noble Protector
She rubbed her manicured nails against the back of my neck. My eyes closed tightly as I pressed my forehead to hers.
“Make love to me, Noble.”
“I don’t know how, Sunni.”
“I’m sure we can figure it out.” She pecked at my lips again.
The armor I built around my heart and soul came falling down with each press of our lips together. The fire in my core went straight down to my dick as the scent of her pussy rose from the seat of her panties to my nostrils. I wanted to be face deep in her pussy. I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
Falling in love could get me hurt.
Falling in love with Sunni could get me killed.
Is she worth dying for?
“Mmm.”A soft moan escaped my lips as Noble gripped my neck. He squeezed firmly, making my lips part slightly.
“Once we cross the line, there’s no going back.” His voice was deep and raspy. His eyes bore into mine in the most hypnotizing way.
“Good. I’m yours.”
He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. The feeling had my pussy quaking with excitement. His large hands felt soft and warm against my skin. He scooped me up into his arms and led me upstairs to the bedroom. The blackout curtains in my room gave the impression of darkness, though the sun was high in the sky at this moment. Noble set me on the bed, and the rest became a blur of passion.
First, we tossed our clothes across the room.
Then our hands explored each other’s bodies.
Finally, my back hit the mattress, and my legs spread wide.
Noble treated me like a platter at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He left no part of my body untouched. His tongue found every sensitive part of my body.
In all my twenty-six-years on Earth . . . I never would have thought a man could make me cry tears of immense pleasure while we had sex. Actually, I wouldn’t even call this sex. What Noble and I did on my silk sheets was nothing short of lovemaking—passionate, deep, soul-tying lovemaking.
His sweaty body hovered over me as he used the top of my headboard for support. He’d stretched me to prepare for the main event. His dick was thick, veiny, and had the perfect amount of girth. Not to mention when he got fully erect, the tip curved upward.
Captain Hook was every woman’s dream—or at least mine.
He pressed his hand into my throat as he inserted himself into me. My pussy welcomed him with a warm, wet hug. The force of his strokes was a combination of calculated, raw, and powerful.
“Fuck, Sunni.”
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as he folded my legs into my chest.
“Noble, please.” My arms lifted to pull him close. I wanted to feel every breath he took. I wanted to feel every drop of sweat. I wanted him so badly.
“Ain’t this what you wanted?” he asked in a low tone.
I nodded because the pleasure was too strong to form a coherent phrase.
“Nah, I need to hear you. Ain’t . . . this . . . what . . . you wanted?” Each stroke hit my spot just right. The tears in myeyes poured like a rainy day in the spring. I was hot as hell and begging for more.
“Y-yes! Ooo shit, Noble.”
We’d moved from missionary to cowgirl to on the edge of the bed. Noble’s sexual appetite was almost animalistic by the way he never got tired. Hell, I’d reached my peakfourtimes by the time he’d neared his first one.
The finale of our first time together neared. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was barely holding on to the climax building in his core. We’d moved into the lotus position, with me on top and my arms wrapped around his neck. Each movement of my hips had us both exclaiming how pleasurable it was.
Our eyes locked as our motions became one. I saw stars as my forehead pressed into his.
