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All the more intense for his lack of attention anywhere else.
Concentrating on keeping my feet in place, I dug my fingers into the blankets, striving to watch for as long as I could stand it.
Hard, soft, fast, slow, deep, light, frantic for more.
My hips began to move of their own volition. I fell back, hands over my head, grasping the blankets, bracing as his wide shoulders pressed my calves back onto my thighs, shifting me across the bed as he went at me.
Sensitized from his lips, his tongue, his beard, his fucking teeth, I teetered between wanting more and needing to escape. The first flutter hit, and my body seized.
He pressed the flat of his tongue hard against my clit then swept it inside me before returning to my clit and spinning me out of control.
My body flew apart. I bowed up, grasped the back of his dark head and mashed my pussy into his face as I came, a guttural, inhuman moan escaping my throat.
I released him, but he didn’t stop.
His mouth chased me across the bed, his hands wrapped around my hips, as I scrambled for reprieve.
“Enough!” I cried. “Enough!”
Throwing my legs around his hips, his mouth glistening, he reared up over me. “I say when it’s enough, Noelle.”
Lining up, he sank deep.
I cried out at the invasion, and he ground his hips in further, eliciting a gasp. Withdrawing to the tip, he swiveled his hips, massaging the ring of swollen flesh at my opening, then plunged back in, again and again, until my body welcomed him.
Hands open on the bed above my head, back arched, thighs spreading wide around his hips, I gave myself over to him.
Nothing sweeter.
His hand to the back of my knee, he pushed himself up and ground his pelvis against my tender flesh.
Nothing better than having him inside me.
My walls fluttered around him, waves of pleasure tugging me under.
I’d take what he gave me.
Dropping to his elbow, he took my mouth, my taste on his lips. Bracing his knees wide, he pounded into me, seeking his own release.
Whatever he gave me.
Yanking my head back, he latched his mouth onto my collarbone, drove inside me, and released his seed, my name a prayer on his lips as he gentled his hold on me.
For as long as he was willing to give it.
I held his head in my hands and pressed my cheek against his temple.
And if he fled, I’d have this to remember.
Chapter Fifteen - Home
My dad drummed his fingers on the kitchen table, eyes aimed toward the window. His voice gruff, he tried again to say what he’d been trying to say for the past five minutes.
“Noelle. In no way am I trying to tell you what to do. I just want…”
Finally, I took pity on him. “Dad, I’m not going to take offense. Just tell me what’s on your mind. Is it about me being at Hawk’s last night?”
Grimacing, he answered, “Yes and no. I don’t care about you being with him. I think,” he blew out a breath, “I think he’s going to break your heart.”
