A shiver races up and down my spine as I close the gap between us. My eager trembling fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. While I slowly reveal those incredible abs of him that I love so much, muscles so defined that it’s criminal to keep them covered up, his fingers itch down my body and he brushes me over the top of my lacy panties. The sensation of his velvety touch and the lace nearly sends me flying.

“Get onto the bed,” he commands. “Before I lose my freaking mind.”

Last time, he left a lot of the control to me. This time, I don’t mind giving it up. I lit on the sheets with my arms above my head, my core pulsing as I recall touching myself over him in this very spot, only days before. Then, he was just a fantasy I didn’t ever expect it to become something real.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now,” he groans as if in agony. “You drive me crazy.”

He kicks his trousers off and he climbs like a predator on the bed. My breaths become raged and desperate as he moves towards me with a needy look in his eyes. Noah surprises me by stopping at my knees to kiss me there. The unexpected sensation of his lips on my legs causes my hands to ball up the sheets so I don’t flip off the bed.

His mouth travels from my knee up my thigh, over to my hip bone, brushing against everywhere but where I need him the most. My core throbs for him, pulses desperately, almost angrily.

“You smell so wonderful,” he tells me as he brushes his nose against the lace. “I really want to taste you.”

The feel of his nose, plus the way that his words vibrate against me are too much. I can’t answer him because I’m too busy gulping and gaping for air, trying not to lose myself.

“You want me to taste you?” he persists. My head nods but no words fly free. “I need to hear you.”

He licks me through the material, pushing the lace up into me. My head lolls to one side with desire, I can’t even begin to hold it up, while he rubs my panties over my hyper sensitive clit.

“I want… you…” I finally spit out. “I want you to taste me.”

He grabs the waist band of my underwear with his teeth and drags them down tantalizingly slowly. His eyes fix on mine the whole time, I can tell that everything he’s doing is purely to drive me insane. Once my panties slide off my foot, he tosses them to the ground as if they’re nothing. I’m glad to see them gone, they were the only thing standing between me and getting what I’m absolutely gagging for.

“You’ll have to come here then, if that’s what you want.”

Noah falls to his knees on the bedroom floor and he grabs my thighs to yank me down the bed. I fly, my head spinning as I go, and as he tosses my legs over his shoulder to completely expose me to him, I know that I’m in for a hell of a time. His hot breaths tickle my slit, I’m already about to explode and he hasn’t even touched me yet. God knows what it will feel like when that incredible tongue connects…

Then, he ravages. That’s the only way to describe it, his mouth is all over me, licking, sucking, teasing. I can barely keep track of where he is, what he’s doing to me, it’s too intense. His tongue desperately coaxes me to the edge of an orgasm, and my body is ready to spill in that direction.

This isn’t the sort of romance you see in films or read about in books. It’s hot, pure passion, phenomenal. I whimpered from the intensity of the onslaught, unable to keep hold of myself.

“Fuck, Noah,” I cried out through the relentless fluttering. “It’s too much, I’m going to…”

The orgasm hits me hard, washing over me like an intense, boiling hot tsunami. I buckle and thrash, feeling it in every inch of my body. I don’t even know where my head is, all I can see is stars, all I can feel is him and the breath stealing pleasure washing over me again and again. I try to slide away from him to give me a moment to calm down, but he won’t stop and the bliss just keeps on coming. I don’t know if it’s ever going to end.

“Fucking hell, Noah,” I gasp out as he finally sets me free. “That was…”

“Onto your hands and knees,” he commands in a way that cannot be ignored.

I roll my shuddering body onto my front and push up. My arms are weak from pleasure, my knees unable to hold my body weight, but as I hear the condom wrapper tear from behind me, I find some strength from somewhere. I steel my spine and prepare my body for more pleasure from him.

“You really are gorgeous.” He nudges my entrance begging to be let in and I try to roll my hips into him but he holds back for a moment. “So perfect.”

I toss my head back and try to roll back again. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I remember the feel of his throbbing erection into me and I need it so bad that it hurts. In one strong thrust, the sound of our bodies slamming together filling the room, he’s inside me again and it’s everything. My body stretches around him to accommodate him, he fills me up so completely and it’s amazing.

I don’t know why he’s telling me that I’m perfect, he’s very much that himself.

A white hot poker of pleasure darts down to my core again. I can’t seem to stop orgasming with Noah, he does something different to my body. I know now that I never could have been happy with Wesley forever, I never would have experienced this sheer pleasure that doesn’t stop coming no matter what.

We cry out in bliss together this time, him exploding at the same time as I buckle and afterwards we fall into a tangled mess on my bed. I lock my limbs around him and trace my fingers over his body while he does the same to me. We’ve gone from red hot passion to sweet and romantic in a matter of moments in the most confusing non relationship, just a fling that I’ve ever had… even if admittedly this is my first one.

“You are staying over,” I whisper. “Aren’t you, Noah?” I get nothing but silence back. “Noah? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just thought it might be nice to…”

But the words fall apart on my lips as I twist over to see that he’s already fallen into a deep and peaceful slumber. I curl my body into his, loving the sound of his heart beating and the little snores that come out of his mouth. It’s been a long old time since I had a man in my bed, and even longer since I liked the man between my sheets. This is going to be a moment that I savor because I want to remember it for a long time to come.

What are we doing here? I think curiously as I look at him. What even is this?

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