Page 16 of My Girl to Protect
He stops at once. “What is it, angel?” he asks, concerned.
My chest heaves as I swallow softly. “I—I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I’m not… I’ve never—” I stop. His soft gaze stays on me. Waiting. I exhale gently. “I’ve never done this.”
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then we don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, angel.”
“I want to. I do. Just…not all of it.”
“Then we go slow.” His voice drops, certain and low. “I’m not going to give you more than you can take. But I’m going to give you everything you can.” A pause, his mouth at my ear. “You let me decide how much that is. Can you do that for me?”
I nod against him. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He pulls back just enough to strip off his shirt. I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of him—broad, carved with muscle. I’ve imagined what Noah looked like under his clothes, but imagination doesn’t come close. A second later, I’m back in his arms, drowning in his scent, his lips finding mine again.
He eases my top up and off, revealing my breasts. The kiss breaks on a small gasp. My mind is all scrambled. Then, his mouth travels down my jaw to my throat, lighting up every nerve.
Warm hands cup my breasts in those same feather-light strokes. My gasps melt into soft moans as my nipples tighten to beads.
“Look at me, angel.” His tone is almost a growl. Gentle and commanding at once. It goes straight to my core, and I can’t help but obey.
My eyes flutter open just in time to watch him draw one tight peak into his mouth while his thumb rolls the other. The dual sensation causes me to jerk, pushing my chest into his hand and mouth. A loud moan escapes me. I want—I don’t even know what I want. Noah sucks harder and nips softly. He then moves to the other side and blows warm air across it.
Goosebumps spread over my skin, and my whole body draws tighter. I fist his hair with one hand and clutch the bed sheet with the other. I don’t understand why my core aches like this, but I need relief. He takes a soft nip that triggers another breathy moan from me, then sucks hard—harder than I expect—while strumming my other nipple. Heat builds. I can’t look away from his hypnotic blue eyes. The tight feeling grows and grows until a mini aftershock racks my body.
“Noah!” My voice cracks, panicked. I grip his hair tighter, jerking softly beneath him.
“It’s alright, angel,” he murmurs against my breast, licking and sucking. “Let go.”
This feeling should ebb. It doesn’t. It feels like a calm before the storm, buildings. Slowly he releases me and slides lower, drawing my panties down as he goes.
“Fuck, angel. You’re soaking.”
I jerk my hips at the warmth of his breath on my clit, moaning low in my throat. He parts me and blows softly. I grind into the bed, the sensation overwhelming. I feel slick heat sliding free.
“So responsive,” he whispers, drawing my pleasure out.
“Noah, p-please,” I beg, bucking wildly.
“What do you want, angel?” he asks before sliding his thumb over my clit in tight, slow circles.
“Ah— …” My whole body shudders. “Please. I—I want—”
I don’t have time to finish. He closes his lips over my clit and sucks hard. At the same time, he eases a single finger inside me—shallow, careful, just past the first knuckle, giving me time to stretch around him.
“Noah!” I buck harder, moaning aloud.
I feel it everywhere—heat racing down my spine to where his mouth is. My moans become louder with every gentle slide of his finger, the tension building with each deep pull of his lips.He keeps it shallow, unhurried, coaxing rather than taking.
He presses his tongue firmly against my clit, and that’s the thing that breaks me. I buck hard against him and come, moaning long and loud, pleading for more as the sensation crashes over me. I twist the sheet tighter in my fist.
Noah releases me and slides up my body. “Look at me,” he orders.
I obey. Blue eyes bright with need hold mine. I can’t look away. My body still wants more, like it hasn’t been fully sated. I whimper softly, and he leans down and takes my mouth in a searing kiss, like he read my mind.
I close my eyes and savor it—the slide of our lips, the taste of myself on his tongue. It sends fresh aftershocks through me, something strong winding up again in my belly. He settles his weight fully over me. settles his weight fully over me as his cock presses against my pussy through his boxers, and I shiver.
My hand slides to his back as he rocks against me—he takes, I give. Shockwaves roll through me as Noah grinds his cock harder, and somehow, the tension climbs again. Soft moans become whimpers of need with every grind, every thrust.
