Page 82 of Double Fault

With a smirk, I brush my lips over her soft cheek. “Hmm, ask nicely for what you want, Curls.”

With a huff, she grasps my hair and tugs my head back. “No. Put your mouth on my pussynow.”

I grin at her. “I might like you a little bossy.”

“Noah,” she whimpers.

I want to record the noises she makes and play them over and over.

Noah.

My name is breathier this time.

No-ah.

She draws the syllables out as she bows off the bed, a hand buried in my hair.

The quiet breathy moans that escape her as I swirl my tongue around her clit are music to my ears. It’s a boost to my ego, knowing that she’s as turned on as I am.

My instinct is to tease her, to bring her to the brink, then back off before she can get there. Next time. Tonight, I don’t think I’ll last long, so I need to guarantee she gets at least one good orgasm first.

She falls over the edge, fingers digging into my scalp like she’s urging me to keep going while at the same time pushing me away like it’s too much.

As she comes back down, I lick her one last time, then kiss the inside of her thigh, not missing the way she trembles at the touch.

I haul myself up and scramble for my pants, then dig the small box of condoms out of the pocket.

Sabrina rises up on her elbows, breasts full and begging for my attention and her skin damp with perspiration. My balls tighten at the sight. Shit. I want to lick every fucking inch of her.

“A whole box?”

Brow cocked, I toss them into the air, then catch them again. “I grabbed them in the lobby.”

She laughs, her head dropping back. “You planned this?”

With her long neck on display like that, I can’t help but stroke myself. Fuck me. “I certainly didn’t expect to run into you in the hallway, but I… I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

“In case of what?” she prompts, her tone playful. “In case you found someone willing to fuck you?”

Eyes narrowed, I open the box and pull out one of the foil packets. “You and that goddamn mouth. I should gag you with my tie. Lucky for you I’m too damn eager to hear every sound you make.” Without looking away from her, I roll the condom on. “You, Sabrina. You were on my mind when I bought these.”

“Good.” Lying back, she stretches her arms above her head. Her body is smooth and lithe, her waist dipping in, then flaring out at the hips, giving me the perfect place to slot my hands.

When I sink inside her, I close my eyes and relish the moment.

“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how good your pussy feels.”

Her warm hand slides up my bare chest, then her arms loop around my neck. “Open your eyes.”

“Can’t,” I groan, teeth gritted. “If I open them, I’ll embarrass myself.”

She laughs, the action making her quiver around me. Fuck, that’s not helping things.

“Noah,” she whispers, pulling me close. When our foreheads are pressed together, she sighs. “I’ve got you.”

With a sudden burst of confidence, I open my eyes. We’re nose to nose. Breath to breath.

“That so?”

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