Noah tugged at the straps of my dress and pulled each one down slowly. “First, I would do this.”
My skin lit up at his touch. “Yeah?”
“Then this,” he said, kissing my shoulder while his hand worked the other strap down.
I hadn’t worn a bra that day, so when he pulled the fabric down, my breasts popped out, exposing themselves to him. My nipples were hard, ready for his touch.
Noah’s eyes widened as they glanced down at my chest. He cupped one of them, his thumb moving slowly around the peak. With his other hand, he pulled me closer to him, resting his fingers on the back of my neck. He twirled his fingers into my hair, getting a better grip on me. His kissed were slow and deliberate as if he were taking the time to taste every single tantalizing drop of me. Tingles moved down my entire body until they reached the tips of my toes.
I pushed myself against him, wanting to feel more of his hands on me. My hands wandered to his hips, and I quickly unbuckled his belt and popped open the button.
I shoved my hand inside his pants and was pleasantly surprised that he was ready for me.
He broke the kiss, only for a moment. Our eyes met, and the heat behind his eyes made me even wetter than I already was.
I lifted the edge of his shirt, and he reached back to fist the fabric and tug it over his head. My fingers splayed against his chest, which appeared much tanner than it had when we’d made love last. Days at the beach made his skin a beautiful shade of bronze.
Thinking of the beach made me think of us having sex on the beach during our last date night before everything went wrong then perfectly right again. Now I had a chance to show him how right we were together.
His hands rested on my waist, and he slowly turned me around. He hiked up the skirt of my dress and rubbed himself against me.
I glanced over my shoulder and met his mouth with mine.
He kneaded my breast while trailing the other hand down to between my thighs.
I gasped when his fingers found my clit.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he said against my lips.
I fell against him, my legs turning to jelly.
He shoved a finger inside of me, and I moaned loudly.
He slowly moved in and out of me. As good as it felt to have him touching me, I yearned for his cock to mimic the movements.
I bumped my butt against him, rubbing against his hardness.
“You want more?” he asked.
I nodded my head, trapping my lower lip under my teeth.
Noah glanced around, and then his eyes flashed.
He took my hand and led me outside onto the terrace. I looked around at the other two houses next door. Sami informed us earlier that they were rentals, so a majority of the year we’d have the space to ourselves.
But the way that Noah made me feel, I wouldn’t have cared if anyone was home. I was wrapped up in him and couldn’t care less if anyone saw. Thinking of that stirred my stomach.
Noah placed my hands on the railing and lifted my skirt again, shoving it to th
e side. He quickly rolled a condom on himself then pushed aside my panties and positioned his tip against my opening.
He entered me, incredibly slowly, stretching me.
I pushed myself against him, and he let out a small grunt.
I grinned and moved around his cock, wanting to please him as much as he pleased me.
He pumped inside of me, building me up, before slowing back down to a teasingly slow pace.