“How old was he?” Noah bites the question out.
“Seventeen.”
Noah shakes his head, a frown forming between his eyes. “The fucker. Who was it? Give me a name.”
I shift closer to Noah and give him a pleading look. “It’s in the past. Can we just forget about it?”
Noah lets out a heavy breath. “You were fourteen, Carla. God, that’s statutory rape.”
“Not to me.” He still looks like he could kill someone. “Noah,” I whisper. When his eyes lock on mine, I continue, “It didn’t mean anything. It was a mistake.”
He takes a deep breath, and reaching for my hand, he links our fingers. “Was he the only one?”
My eyes sharpen on Noah’s face, and when I realize he wants to know if I’ve been faithful to my love for him, my lips curve up. “When I fell in love with you, it was the end of me dating. Yes, I flirted, but no guy ever compared to you.”
My answer makes a pleased smile form on his lips, then he asks, “Do you masturbate?”
My eyebrows dart up, and I feel my cheeks flush, but I still nod and tease him, “It might traumatize you to learn how many fantasies you’ve starred in.”
“Yeah?” Noah murmurs as he lifts a hand to the back of my neck. He pulls me closer, and his lips skim over mine. “I want to see your toys.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “You’re leaning against them.”
He pulls a little back, a hot smirk settling on his face. “Pillows?”
I nod.
“Yeah?” He leans closer to me, and his teeth tug at my bottom lip, sending a rush of tingles through my body. “Do you rub yourself against them?”
I nod against his mouth.
His tongue skims over my lips, and as I open for him, he murmurs, “What do you fantasize about?”
I slip my tongue into his mouth as my body moves forward. I wrap my arms around his neck as I straddle him. Feeling how hard he is for me sends a tremble through me.
“I can show you,” I moan against his lips, filled with need for him.
Noah’s hands settle on my hips. His eyes pin mine, and I watch as he contemplates giving me control, then he murmurs, “Did you picture me naked?”
His question makes heat pool in my abdomen. I take a deep breath before I nod.
Desire darkens his eyes, and his fingers curl into my skin. “Show me how badly you wanted my cock inside you.”
Holy. Shit.
No fantasy I’ve ever had could prepare me for the real thing.
I move off the bed, and taking hold of my panties, I push them down my legs. I grab hold of the sheet and pull it away from Noah, exposing his hard cock to me.
Just as well, I took off my panties because they would’ve gone up in flames at the sight of Noah's body.
Absolute perfection.
My gaze meets his. “I can do anything?”
He nods.
I climb back over him, and the second my clit rubs over his hard length, a delicious shiver rushes through me.
I place my hands on his jaw, and leaning forward, I press a kiss to his mouth. As my tongue slips inside his mouth, my palms move down, drinking in the feel of his muscled chest. You’d swear the man was carved from granite. All hard dips and swells.
My hips begin to swivel, and I grind myself over his cock.
Noah lifts a hand to the back of my neck, and tilting his head, he takes control of the kiss. It quickly turns into a dirty hot mess, making me rub harder against him.
His other hand grips hold of my ass, his touch biting at my skin.
Suddenly he growls, “This fantasy better include penetration, or we’ll have to work on your imagination.”
“Patience,” I whisper against his lips.
NOAH
Patience is not something I have when she’s riding my cock like it’s a mastered skill. She shouldn’t be this good with her lack of experience.
The thought makes me break the kiss and ask, “How did you get so good at this?”
Carla’s pussy keeps sliding over my cock, her movements sensual and hot as fuck.
“Many…” her teeth tugs at my bottom lip, “many nights of fantasizing.”
“How often,” I hiss as her ass brushes over my balls.
“Depends,” she murmurs. Her eyes meet mine, and they’re dark with desire. “If you did something I liked, I humped the hell out of that pillow. If you made me angry, it ended up in the corner of the room.”
Her answer makes me grin.
“But then there was makeup sex afterward.”
She presses down hard on me, and her hips begin to move faster, making me hiss, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she moans. She takes hold of my hands and places them over her breasts. I hate that she’s still wearing the t-shirt. Covering my hands with hers, she forces me to touch her hard. My fingers dig into the fabric, and I squeeze her breasts together until a deep cleavage peeks from the shirt's collar. I pull the fabric down until it’s under her breasts, pushing them up.