Part 50 (2/2)

One look in them and my body became the same way.

”Every inch of you, f.u.c.king gorgeous,” he ground out. ”Saw it. Knew it. But now it's G.o.dd.a.m.ned mine.”

Those words drove right up to my womb.

He didn't allow me to reply.

He kissed me. His hands roamed all over me. He ended the kiss but only for his mouth to move to my other nipple and he dragged it in, drawing deeper, forcing me to arch myself as the hunger for any touch from him took over, feeding on itself more and more the more Noc gave.

I touched him too, the silk of his skin over the hard of his muscle. I attempted to get my mouth on him. I tasted his neck. His shoulder.

But I couldn't seem to concentrate. Control my body's movements. Focus on what I could do that might bring Noc pleasure.

I just touched, nipped, kissed, licked, dragged, clawed-wherever I could reach, however I could find purchase.

Everything I took, everything Noc gave drove me deeper and deeper into the abandon, deeper and deeper into the oblivion where nothing existed.

Nothing but Noc and me.

A puff of breath shot from my lips as he readjusted his body so he could tear my panties down my legs but he immediately resumed his position between them. Having caught one of my ankles in his hand, he put his lips to it and dragged them down the inside of my calf, my thigh, all the way to the heart of me.

I watched, holding my breath, quivering, dripping with wet between my legs, my nipples hard stones tormented by the very air touching them, thinking I'd never witnessed anything as beautiful as Noc putting his mouth to me like that.

He kissed me above the triangle of hair between my legs and then lifted his eyes to mine.

”Need to be inside you, baby.”

Thank the G.o.ddess Adele.

”I think I may need that more,” I pushed out, nowhere near the position of being embarra.s.sed that I admitted that need out loud, but even if I didn't, my voice betrayed it.

His sultry face grew even more sultry as he pushed up to his knees again, reaching behind him.

It caused me some confusion when he again pulled out his billfold.

I lost this confusion when I watched, fixated, as he unearthed something from it and held the square packet between his teeth.

I did this fixatedly because he was then unbuckling his belt, unfastening his trousers and pus.h.i.+ng them down his hips.

All that had gone before was hurried, even desperate.

But it seemed his movements now were taking years.

His c.o.c.k bounded free and my lips parted.

The length, more than average, though not ridiculously so.

The girth...

My.

Suddenly my mouth started watering.

”Noc,” I whispered urgently.

”Two seconds, Frannie.”

He rolled the sheath he'd unearthed from an unusual wrapper on his thick shaft.

Watching this, I started squirming.

”Noc,” I demanded.

He covered me.

But he did not enter me.

I continued squirming, wrapping a leg around his hip, an arm around his waist, diving my fingers into his hair, all while looking in his eyes.

”You need-” I started.

I did not go on when he framed one side of my face with his hand.

I stopped squirming when his other hand found mine, his fingers laced with my own, and he pressed the back of my hand into the bed, bearing his weight into it.

”Other leg around me, sweetheart,” he whispered.

I did as told, staring into his eyes.

”Guide me,” he commanded quietly.

I didn't ask what he meant.

I knew.

And I did that too, instantly drawing my arm from around his waist to push my hand between us and wrap it around his beautiful shaft.

I felt and heard his breath leave him in a gust at my touch, saw the flare in his eyes, and I rubbed the tip of him through my wetness, doing this for him and for me.

”f.u.c.k, you feel good,” he murmured, his teeth gritted.

”You do too,” I panted, catching my breath as I stroked the tip of him over my c.l.i.toris and then I took him down.

The moment he was there, his hips pressed in.

I drew my hand away, circling his waist with my arm again.

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