She licked her lips, exhaled heavily, and continued moving her fingers.
“Juice on your clit,” he ordered, scraping his own lip between his teeth when she uncovered the swollen bud. One he’d have between his lips and beneath his finger and against his cock before the night was over—at least if he had his way.
“God,” she whispered, her head dropping back as her fingers dipped into her pussy, then stroked across her clit.
Her eyes closed, brow creased in that pleasure-pain expression Noah had never fully appreciated until now, until he was watching it separate from the act. He’d always been too caught up in his own impending orgasm, in making sure he pleased the woman, to soak in the eroticism of simply watching.
“Open your eyes, Julia.”
Her lids parted.
“Watch what you’re doing to yourself.” Her gaze lowered between her legs, and she whimpered. Her hips began to rock to the rhythm of her hand. Noah leaned close, breathed in the scent of her arousal. “You’re gorgeous. Hot. Erotic. Amazing.”
Her eyes glazed over, mouth dropped open. She was on the edge of climax.
“Stop,” Noah ordered abruptly. Julia’s gaze jumped to his, questioning. “I said stop.”
This whimper was not pleased. She squeezed her eyes shut and fisted the comforter, her hips rocking and pulsing against nothing. A trickle of juice escaped her lips, and he released himself from his boxers, then stroked a finger through her folds like icing on a cake and spread it along his cock.
“Come here,” he said, “on your knees.”
She closed her legs, rolled to her knees, and moved in front of him. Her gaze lowered to his hand, and she licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself.
“You like that?” he asked.
She scraped her lower lip between her teeth. With a flick of her gaze to his and a smile, she nodded.
“You fuckin’ blow me away,” he murmured. “Want to suck me?”
Her gaze lifted again, those big eyes drenched with desire. “So much.”
He released his cock, stepped next to the bed, and took her face gently between his hands. “It’s all yours.”
Excitement sparked in her gaze. She licked her lips and leaned in. With her gaze on his, she slid her tongue around his tip. “Tease.”
She grinned and stroked her tongue down his length.
“Uh-uh.” He took control, pulling her mouth to his head. “Open.” When she did, he slowly, slowly, slowly pulled her mouth over his cock, her tongue teasing his head. Excitement flooded his groin, thickened his throat. “Suck.”
She closed her mouth around him, and the delirium of moist heat and luscious pressure shot need straight through his cock. His glutes tensed, thrusting him forward. His head bumped her throat.
“Open.” He closed his fingers around the silky strands of her hair, and when she opened her throat, he nudged forward and ordered, “Swallow.”
The order made Julia’s sex clench. She was wet and full and aching as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the task of pleasuring Noah with the tug and roll of her throat. He was thick and long and hot, and she imagined him filling her pussy, stretching her, burning inside her.
His tip molded to her throat with each convulsion as she swallowed, and she imagined how the hot, wet, powerful massage must feel to the head of his cock—a lot like the pleasure he brought her by sucking on her clit. And oh God, how she wished she could feel his hot mouth on her now.
A shudder of pleasure snaked through his powerful body. His eyes looked black in the shadows, his expression tight. His fingers massaged her scalp as his hips thrust in a perfect rhythm to fuck her mouth. With a little lift of his hips, his head popped in and out of her throat as she swallowed.
“Goddamn, that’s good,” he barely got out in rough, slurred speech.
He released her hair, slid his hands over her shoulders, down her back, over her ass. His fingers slipped between her legs and stroked. God, she needed to come. So badly. Julia groaned around his cock and arched her back, lifting her hips into the touch.
Noah understood the indirect request, and the pressure of his fingers drawing her sex open and sliding over the swollen tissues made her whimper. Made her suck harder.
“Jesus, I love your mouth,” he rasped against her skin, his lips pressing kisses to the tender skin of her waist and lower back. His fingers delved deeper, one hand holding her open, the other swirling inside her. Stretching and stroking until a burn bit into her pussy. “You’re dripping.”
She groaned and rocked her hips to take his fingers deeper. Noah pushed home, bringing pressure and heat, then dragged from her body, making her hum a plea for more. She rocked her hips to facilitate the finger fucking she craved. And the hotter she got, the harder and deeper she sucked his cock. But without direct stimulation to her clit, she couldn’t come. She just rose and rose and rose without tipping over the edge.