“This time, I want to start at the beginning,” he said, pulling her into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and taking her face in his hands. Noah kissed her, softer this time, but every bit as deep, and maybe even more intense for the slow intimacy of it.
His tongue probed and explored, twining with hers. His hands wandered over her warm skin, stripping off her bra and lingering over her breasts, her nipples. He shifted closer, and she stroked her hands down the outside of his thighs, making her realize his jeans still hung around his legs. Feeling the roughness of the denim was when it really hit Kristina that neither of them had gotten all the way undressed before he’d gotten inside her. And for some reason she found that so freaking hot.
Noah ran worshipful kisses and playful nips along her jaw to the soft spot behind her ear, the spot that always made her melt and moan.
“Mmm, I’ll have to remember this,” he said, his breath caressing her ear and making goosebumps spring up all down her neck. He nipped along her neck to the tendon that sloped down her shoulder, his fingers plucking at her nipples, making her gasp and squirm. “This, too.”
Kristina shivered at the sensual promise of his words. But a part of her ached, too, because he wouldn’t need to remember the list of things that made her hot and wet if they weren’t going to do this again, would he?
No. No thinking. If this is all there will be, live in the moment and memorize every second of it.
Yes. Live in the moment. That’s exactly what she’d do.
“Want to feel all of you,” he whispered against her throat. “Want to taste all of you.”
How would she ever unhear him saying things like that? His lips chased the question away as they found her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He held her there with his teeth and drove her mad with a series of hard, fast flicks of his tongue that had her gasping and whimpering. “God, Noah.”
“Say it again,” he said.
She stroked at his hair, and then gave in to the urge to press kisses there. “Noah.” Kiss. “Noah.” Kiss. “Noah.” His hair was soft against her mouth and smelled like soap and sunshine.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, kissing down her belly. He stepped out of his jeans and lowered himself to his knees, then ran his hands roughly from her breasts down her belly to her thighs.
All the pain she’d seen in his dark eyes earlier was gone now, replaced by a sexy determination that had her stomach flipping and her heart panging in her chest. He pressed on her stomach, and she reclined a little.
Noah pushed her knees apart and stroked soft, teasing fingertips down the insides of her thighs, and Kristina was one hundred percent sure she’d never seen anything sexier than Noah on his knees between her legs. His gaze dragged down her body like a physical caress. His hands ran upward again and skated over her core, his thumbs dragging lazily over her clit where they met in the middle.
Kristina gasped at the too-brief contact. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
“I want my mouth on you. You good with that?” The look he gave her was so damn sexy. Hungry. Daring her to say no.
Of which there was absolutely no chance. She’d only had one boyfriend who seemed to enjoy giving oral sex eno
ugh to allow her to enjoy it, too, so her heart was a freight train in her chest just imagining Noah’s mouth. On her. She nodded. “I dreamed of you doing it.”
“Did you now?” He scooted closer, a smug smirk played around his lips. “And how was it?”
“I woke up before you—”
Noah licked her, just one swipe of the flatness of his tongue over the top of her sex.
“Oh, Jesus,” she said, her breath exploding out of her.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered, running hard flicks of his tongue all around her lips, making her flinch and thrust her hips. His arm clamped down around her lower belly, and his fingers opened her to him further.
“Anything,” she rasped. “Because it’s you.” The words were out of her mouth before she really thought about how they might sound.
It’s just sex. Just sex. Just sex.
But Noah only made a small sound of satisfaction in the back of his throat, and then ran more of those firm, flat licks over her clit. Kristina’s eyelids wanted to fall shut to let her bask in the riot of sensations his mouth was causing, but seeing him between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy, was too erotic to look away from for even a single second.
And Noah gave her no reason to question whether he enjoyed doing this. He absolutely feasted on her. Sucking. Flicking. Licking. The wet sounds of his mouth combined with these crazy sexy little moans of pleasure he made to form a soundtrack she would no doubt hear in her dreams for a long, long time to come.
“Oh, God, Noah. Oh, God.” Kristina couldn’t control the little whimpers spilling out of her throat, the increasing volume of her breathing, the strain of her leg and hip muscles trying to push herself against his mouth.
In a sudden movement, Noah lifted her thighs over his shoulders and hiked her hips off the edge of the bed, and then he clasped his hands around her lower belly, making her core a prisoner to his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth and then flicked his tongue against it in a relentless demand that she come. His dark eyes stared up her body and bored into hers, the silent command so freaking loud that her head was spinning and her heart was hammering and sensation was whirling lower and lower in her body, collecting, building, until—
Kristina cried out as her orgasm crashed into her in wave after wave of pulsing, bone-melting pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She fisted her hands in the blanket beneath her and arched her back, her body utterly at the mercy of Noah’s mouth.