Before Noah (Daniels Family 3)

“The only fucking experience you get is from me,” I snap.

“Three months to make up for, Noah.” I plow through roughly, making her gasp my name before her eyes close and her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her writhing body. Gripping her arms, I place them above her head and hold them by the elbows as my hips work in and out of her pussy leisurely.

Sensually.

Erotically.

I shut my eyelids, and I can feel Ember’s pleasure as she takes from me everything she needs to explode into a chaotic mess of lust and desire.

“Perfection, baby. Everything about you is pure,” I murmur into her neck, loving our unhurried motions. Drawn-out pleasure has always held a fascinating appeal to me, and when it comes to Ember, I could make love to her forever.

Ember

I had forgotten.

The pleasure that rolls through my veins.

The desire that settles in the pit of my core.

The intimacy of being this close to Noah.

Through my depression, my heartbreak, I forgot what being with this man was like, and I feel invigorated. Renewed passion consumes my body with each heated stroke of his manhood.

“Noah,” I gasp his name. The tiny hairs across my body stand on end as I feel my orgasm blooming. Releasing my arms, his rugged hands glide down my body, making me shiver as he skims past my ribs until he’s holding my hips in place.

His thrusting becomes more forceful. Longer, deeper strokes keep me from tipping over the precipice until they become short and rough. Just teetering on the edge of pain until finally it happens.

Noah hits something inside of me, or I get just the right amount of friction because stars explode in my vision before my body freezes, and I can feel the throbbing of my sex as pleasure envelopes me in a primal lover’s kiss.

I can feel Noah’s movements steadying as his own body grows taut with need, and I find myself anticipating the moment he truly lets go. Witnessing Noah lost in pleasure is nearly as spiritual as the ecstasy itself. Knowing I did that to him makes me shiver.

“Let go for me, Noah,” I whisper in his ear, kissing along his neck, raking my nails down his back as my hips meet him thrust for thrust. My own orgasm builds again. Slower, not as intense, but addicting all the same.

Shockingly, Noah rolls to his back, so I’m on top and grips my hips tightly. “Take me there, Ember. Take it all from me,” he groans, and I watch the veins cord along his arms, up into his shoulders and neck, ready to burst from his desire.

Swaying my hips rhythmically front to back, rocking against him, I slide quickly, then slowly. Never allowing him to grow used to one move before switching it up and rolling my hips in small circles until he takes over and begins pounding me.

He bites his lip, and I lean down and nibble on the same spot. Slamming up into my core, Noah grips my waist with one hand while the other secures a chunk of my hair, and he kisses me so roughly, so animalistically, that we explode together. Our pleasure so passionate it penetrates our very souls until we collapse. Me, utterly languid on top of him, his heart racing, pounding against my ear as I listen, hypnotized by his strength.

“I like Emilia if it’s a girl.” I feel the rumble of his voice, but it takes me a couple of minutes to register what he says.

Tears clog my throat with happiness, but I force them down so I can concentrate. Crossing my arms over his chest, I rest my chin on my good hand and ask him, “And if it’s a boy?”

He glowers at me. “It’s a girl.”

“You want a little girl?” I’m shocked. I thought he’d be like my brothers and want boys first. So any daughters they have would have more protectors.

“Are you kidding me? A little girl running around, the spitting image of you? I’m all for it.” He’s a girl dad already.

“Emilia is beautiful,” I tell him, tracing his jaw with a finger. “Any other’s you like?”

Noah deliberates before answering. “Sunshine.” He says it with a straight face, so I bite back my laugh.

“That’s different,” I hedge.

“Yeah. But she’d be one of a few lights of my life. What better way to honor her?” I think my heart has melted a teeny bit more, and I find myself wishing for a little girl more than anything to give him that dream.

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