My manicured fingernail pointed toward the apex of my thighs. “Either put your face between my legs or get off of me so I can get dressed.”
“You’re such a bitch.” He scooted lower and I blinked hard, wondering why being called a bitch didn’t feel like teasing this time. Maybe because I was being one.
“Call me bitch one more time, and I’ll redefine the word for you.”
He dropped to his elbows, and I spread my thighs, his warm frustrated breath bathing my soft skin.
“Do you want me to take your panties off? This is so fucking weird.”
“That’s it.” I swung my leg over his shoulders and sat up. “I’m done.”
“No!” He tackled me to the bed and had me stripped in one second flat. “I’ll do it. Just…” He scooted low again. “Open your legs.”
My thighs parted, and the room went utterly silent. “Fuck. That might be the prettiest view I’ve ever seen.”
I pursed my lips and stared at the ceiling. This had gone on for far too long, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be coming again.
A reluctant breath filled my lungs and gasped out as his fingers stabbed deep, and his mouth closed over my clit.
“Yes.” Maybe the night could be salvaged after all…
He shoved his shoulders under my knees, using the bulk of his arms to spread my thighs. Burying his tongue in my cunt, he fingered me and fucked me with his mouth. I didn’t even have to tell him what to do. It was like he knew every magical spot, and I was suddenly careening into an ocean of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes… Don’t stop.” My body trembled as a wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Warm breath teased over my wet folds as he lifted his head. “Again?”
Panting, I nodded. He fed his fingers into me, stuffing me full and pumping hard as his mouth nibbled and sucked. His other hand teased lower, and the second his finger breached the tight tissue there I came hard against his tongue.
Throat dry, I swallowed huge gulps of air as my entire body thrummed. My mind was spinning. Either I hadn’t had sex in so long I’d forgotten how good foreplay was, or he was extremely gifted.
“Again,” he growled. He didn’t hesitate, nor did he wait for permission to sink his fingers back inside of me.
His touch filled me every possible way, his tongue twisting as his teeth scraped over-sensitized flesh. My body was a red-hot ember that never had a chance to cool. The more he pleasured me, the less effort it took to orgasm.
“Fuck!” My legs trembled as I came almost violently, but he didn’t relent. On and on, he penetrated every opening, tasted every exposed inch of secret flesh. One release blurred into the next until I was sure I was losing my mind.
“Enough.” I panted. “No more.”
“Bullshit. One more. Give it to me, Avery. Give me one more good one.” His fingers rubbed rapidly over my swollen clit, and I couldn’t take it.
My hand grabbed for his, but he was faster, pinning my wrist to the bed.
“It’s too much!”
“You can take it.”
“Noah, I can’t!”
He pressed a finger deep, and I wriggled back, but there was no escaping him. He was everywhere, using his larger body to trap me beneath him, gripping my limbs with his heavier ones.
“Let go, Avery. I’ve got you.”
Something was happening. It was too overwhelming, too intense. I was scared. I wanted it, yet I didn’t. The sheer vacillation of my thoughts was terrifying. “No, stop!”
“You’re there. Just let go.”
I was there, but the drop seemed too far, deadly and life-altering. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t reckless like him. Something inside of me, something insecure and vulnerable whimpered at the unknown. And then it was too late.
All pretexts that separated my many façades shattered, obliterating my thoughts. My grip on reality slipped through my fingers as my voice echoed around the room as if shouting from someone else.
I was hot and cold. Sweating and shivering. My mouth was parched, and my vision unclear. I fell into a dark place where there was no pain. There was fear, but I was too far away for it to reach me, yet I was aware of its presence.
Floating. Buzzing. I was high as a fucking kite on endorphins, as hot-blooded and hungry as an injected addict, too gone to do more than let numbing pleasure swallow me whole.
What the fuck did he do to me? Pressure welled behind my eyes as something painful bloomed in my chest. My demons exorcised by the flick of his hand, I shivered with drenched thighs on the bed, pleasure racing up my spine in the aftermath of an orgasm unlike any other.
I couldn’t stop shaking, even as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me to his lap. I went without a struggle, curling into the shelter of his strength like a scared little girl unsure of who to trust.