Page 90 of Even Exchange

More than okay.

Her response pleases me, and I pull the shirt up and over her head, exposing a blue bra. My eyes zero in on the valley of her breasts.So soft.I snake my hand around her back, fingers finding the clasp, and unhook it.

Charlotte giggles. “Maybe you have some experience after all.”

This woman.

Pulling away, I narrow my eyes at her. We hold our gaze as I bring my hand to her shoulder, taking the strap between my fingers, and slowly slide it down. Her cheeks flush as we continue our staring contest, and I move to the other shoulder, brushing the strap off. The bra falls, and she shimmies it off, my eyes dropping to her breasts. Her tempting, delicious breasts.I can’t believe this is happening.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Sliding my fingers in her hair, I grip it, tilting her head, and my mouth captures the soft skin on the side of her neck, sucking gently. She releases a breathy moan as I pepper kisses on her collarbone, cheek, jaw, everywhere but the one place I’m desperate to. The anticipation of returning to that ethereal plane fires electricity from my every neuron.

“Noah,” she whispers, shaking her head as I wrap an arm around her back, holding her to me. “You don’t have to do this.”

Does she not want to?

Turning, I slowly ease her down to the center of the mattress, my lips tracing her jaw. With every breath her mouth draws closer, my pulse quickening until our lips are centimeters apart. I brush a stray hair out of her face, and her eager gaze finds mine.

“Tell me to stop,” I beg.

“I’d rather die.”

Our mouths collide, stars dancing in my vision as I’m transported back to our cosmic dream. Slipping my tongue out, I coax her lips open, and she lets out a soft moan that causes the hair on my arms to stand.

“Sorry,” she pants, and I pull back, our eyes locking.

“Any normal guy will go crazy if you moan into their mouth. I’m no exception.” Nibbling on her lower lip, she gives a small nod and scoots back on the bed. Lying against the pillows, she opens her legs in invitation.Am I dreaming?A wicked smile spreads across her face, and her eyes drink me in hungrily.There she is.Taking my time, I crawl up the bed, slip between her thighs, and hover over her. “You are breathtakingly beautiful.”

“And you areverygood at this faking it thing.”

My jaw ticks. “I have a new rule.”

She cocks a brow. “And that is?”

“Whenever we’re ‘faking it,’ whether it’s the dating or the…”

“Sex lessons,” she finishes, with a teasing smile.

“Right. The dating or the lessons. Can we just live in the moment?”

It’s awfully hard to keep it up while being consistently reminded this is all just for practice.

A small smile crosses her lips. “I can do that.”

“Good.” I slide my palm up her leg, and she giggles, squirming beneath me. I sit up, straddling her, and remove my shirt, then toss it to the ground. She places her hands on my stomach, dangerously close to my dick, and I savor the attention. “Fuck,” I say breathlessly, looking down as her perfect, perky tits beg for me to taste them. Our eyes connect as I run my hands along her soft sides, pausing on her ribcage, inches from her breasts. Her chest rises and falls heavily.

Lowering my head, I trail kisses from her jaw, down the column of her neck, and toward her collar bone. She squirms beneath me while I drag a calloused hand up her leg.

“Relax,” I remind her gently. “You don’t have to hold back with me. Be yourself. Let loose. You want something? Tell me.”

Her breathy sigh fills the air as she throws her head against the pillow and pushes her chest toward me in invitation. Anticipation races through me.Does she want this as bad as I do?I dart out my tongue, gliding it over the swell of her breast, and suck her hard nipple into my hungry mouth, flicking against it. Bringing my hand to her other breast, I caress it gently, then rub my thumb over the hardened peak.

I grin, fully satisfied, continuing to taste every inch of her skin as my throbbing cock begs for more.This isn’t real.I glide further down her body, kissing her soft stomach, and our eyes connect as I hover above the hem of her shorts.This isn’t real.

I drag the denim downwards, and she lifts her hips, allowing me to tug them off her perfect body.This isn’t real.She lies spread out before me, only a pair of forest-green panties separating us, and I rub my hand against my hard dick. “Cazzo.”

This isn’t real.

Then why does she feel like mine?

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