He looks down at me pleasuring myself. His lazy smile excites me, igniting me from my heart to my clit.

“Holy shit, you’re so sexy. Look at you, sucking my cock while getting yourself off. Oh my God. You better be ready because I’m going to come. Now’s your chance to back out.”

I’m right there with him, my strokes becoming more frantic. No way in hell I’m not tasting him. Warm cum hitting the back of my throat does me in as I swallow everything he offers. He pulls out after finishing, giving me a moment to find relief. I moan as I explode on my own hand. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I come down from my haze, water falling on me while I sit in an unholy prayer pose. No Hail Mary can save me from him. I glance up at him, offering a playful grin in return.

“You’re going to be the death of me. I just fucking know it.” Noah lifts me off the floor and shuts off the water. He grabs us two fluffy towels, paying special attention to me as he wipes me dry. I wrap the fluffy towel around me like a dress while he wraps my wet hair in another towel. The gesture makes my heart squeeze, aware of how I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.

We end up back on the bed, but this time the experience feels different. Noah’s movements show no rush to get this show on the road. I sit up as he removes the towel from my head and tosses it over the side of the bed, landing with a thud on the carpet. My eyes bulge at the brush in his hand. I let out a soft moan as he gets behind me and brushes my hair, starting at the bottom, removing knots meticulously.

“This is single-handedly one of the best things a guy has ever done for me.” My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of the brush running through my wet hair. I have no shame. Noah brushing my hair turns me on, the sensory experience making my heart swirl with emotions I can’t place.

He laughs. “You’re setting the bar too low for me.”

Noah enjoys the task, giving it his all. Once all the knots are gone, he returns the brush to the bathroom. I turn toward his standing form next to the bed.

“You’re gorgeous. A natural beauty.” His heated gaze travels down my towel-clad body, taking in my hotel fashion piece. Who knew I could make a towel look sexy?

One moment he stands next to the bed, the next moment he kneels on the floor while his hands pull my legs toward the edge of the bed.

I think I died and went to heaven.

Noah stares at me with intense eyes as he plucks the towel off me, exposing me again to him.

“I’ve thought about this for months. We’re going to enjoy every second of it because I’m in no hurry.”

I gasp when his fingers find my core. They part me and his mouth replaces his fingers, making me lift off the bed at the feeling of his tongue brushing against me. One of his hands pushes me back down and holds me there. His mouth is a relentless torture of the best kind, the mind-numbing type. I’m not sure if I could tell you my own name. He knows what to do, making the guys from my past look like amateurs. Let this be the only time I thank all the women before me.

Noah really is a fucking champion. Someone give this man a trophy.

He licks me, marking me, clearly enjoying the sounds that fall past my lips. Shit, it feels good. His strokes change speed and pressure, lapping at my center, making the most of the whole experience. The rough texture of his tongue makes my core pulse. He adds two fingers that slide easily inside of me, my body aching for his touch as his pumps match his licks. Pressure inside me builds.

“I’m so close. Oh my God, Noah.”

His throat rumbles. The sensation of that combined with the unyielding pump of his fingers pushes me over the edge. I combust, my brain soaring away from me. His licks continue as I come down from my high—a lust-induced haze that beats any drug. My brain shuts down, a prickling sensation traveling down my spine all the way to my curled toes.

He gives me a sweet kiss right at my core, making me melt on the spot.

Here lies Maya Alatorre.

“Death by orgasm. Seems like a good way to go.” My face heats at my mistake in saying that aloud.

He chuckles. “We’re not done yet. Save your eulogy for after the finale.” His wicked grin brings a smile to my face and a warmth to my center.

He keeps me in this position as he searches for what I assume is a condom in the nightstand. I frown when he pulls one out, questioning how he knew one would be there in the first place.

He looks down at me, his smile dropping until realization dawns across his face. He sifts through the nightstand, pulling out a box that still has the plastic wrapping. His knees hit the hotel carpet, making us eye-level.

“Brand new pack. I’m serious when I say I haven’t been with anyone. Not since that day.” His eyes flit to the side, shame marring his face about Baku.

“I believe you. You said you want to try, that you’re all in?” I look into his blue eyes, giving him an out in case he wants to take it.

Noah doesn’t blink. “Maya, I’m willing to try. You won’t regret it. I swear.”

I bring my lips to his, sealing his words with a kiss. He breaks the moment as he stands up, his eyes darkening as he gazes down my body again.

He fists his dick and pumps a few times, pre-cum dripping from the tip, enticing me. I lick my lips at the sight.

“Next time.” His thumb rubs the drop before he brings it to my mouth. I suck on the pad of his thumb, tasting his saltiness. His eyes darken as I lick and nibble.

Tags: Lauren Asher Dirty Air Romance
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