Page 131 of After All This Time

He slowly guides his dick in, allowing me to adjust to the size of him with each push until he’s fully seated inside of me.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, staring at him and taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He continues, pushing in and out.

Oh my God.

This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s weird and different experiencing sex in real life than experiencing it through romance books.

I mean, duh, of course it is.

Romance books are fictional.

This is happening right now.

Holy shit, this is so much better than books.

Sweat trickles down the temples on his head as I watch him attempt to control himself, so he doesn’t thrust all the way inside of me. It appears it’s as hard for him as it is for me. And I find the sight oddly comforting.

I’m exhaling so much that I might lose the ability to breathe properly. I’m rolling my eyes so hard they’re starting to feel nonexistent.

A tear streams out of my eye and down my face.

Instead of whispering soothing words into my ear to calm me down, Noah kisses away my tears. A simple but effective gesture.

He continues his thrusts before he peppers soft kisses on my cheeks, lips, and neck.

Our gasps mingle with each other, becoming one. It’s like we were always meant to fit together.

His tongue touches his top lip, pulling it back into his mouth. “Is this okay?”

I want him to hear all the dirty thoughts that are running rampant in my mind right now. Like how much I want him deeper inside me or how I’m about to lose all my self-control.

“God, yes,” I whisper.

His thrusts get deeper and harder.

A little moan escapes my mouth before his lips slam into mine.

“Fuck, Dani. You’re taking me so well.”

He reaches down right above where we’re joined and my grip on him grows tighter. His finger circles my clit, my nails scraping his back.

Moans escape my lips as I cling to him.

He kisses me on the mouth like a man who’s starved. It’s as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks, possibly months.

He’s peppering more kisses starting on my cheek, and working his way down my body.

Jaw.

Neck.

Collarbone.

My toes curl in anticipation of what’s about to escape out of Noah’s dirty mouth next.

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