Page 94 of Even Exchange

“Let go,” Noah instructs, bringing me back to the present.

“What?” I ask with furrowed brows.

He thrusts harder, and I dig my fingernails into his shoulder. Soft moans escape me. The orgasm is building, just within reach. So close. But it’s not my turn yet, so I force it down.

“Let. Go.” His voice is commanding yet soft.

“But you haven’t finished yet.”

“Come for me,soffione. Let me hear exactly what I do to you, and I promise I’ll be right behind.”Thrust.A loud moan escapes me as my head falls against the pillow, and I arch my back. “Such a good girl.” He rotates his hips, and I soar higher, white spots blurring my vision. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he praises, and the pleasure hits me in waves so strong my entire body shudders, toes curling as I grip the bed sheets, my inner walls convulsing around him.

A whine escapes my lips as his cock twitches inside me, and we’re engulfed in the inferno. He drops his head in the crook of my neck, heavy breath fanning over my skin. All the energy in my body flutters away with the orgasm, and I sink into the bed, struggling for air.

“Wow,” he pants, having the same issue.

After a minute of labored breathing, I reply, “Double wow.”

He pulls out of me, climbs off the bed, and disappears into the bathroom. I lie there like a puddle of jelly, the sound of the shower starting the only noise louder than my shaky breaths. Noah returns, a satisfied smile on his face. Pride fills my chest.I caused that smile.

“What?” I ask as he walks to me and scoops me into his arms. I squeal, my naked body flush against his. “What are you doing?”

He rests his forehead on mine. “Cleaning you up.” My lips part, body shaking with nerves.This is new.He walks us into the steamy bathroom and sets my feet carefully on the shower floor. After I’ve got my balance, he closes the curtain, towering over me in the small space. The warm water streams down my skin, and I attempt to ignore his proximity.And fail. Every inch of my body is acutely aware that the man who gave me the best orgasm of my life is standing six inches away.

“You did a great job,” he tells me, fingertips grazing my skin, continuing to fuel my recently discovered praise kink.

“Thank you,” I choke out.

“Did you come, or did you fake it?”

My lips part open, mortification washing over me. “I can assure you I didn’tfakeit!” A worse realization hits me. “Didyou?”

He grips my hips, eyes narrowing. “Much harder for a guy to fake it.”

Holy shit.

I did it.

I made Noah Caruso come.

He slides his hands into my hair, and while the sex was hot and fun, this feels awfully intimate for being fake.

I shake the thought from my head.

Noah said we can’t think about that stuff during the lessons. And I’m pretty sure he just fucked the word from my vocabulary.

He pulls me towards him, planting a gentle kiss on my lips, and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me, still wobbly from the mind-altering climax.

Damn, does this man know how to kiss.

“See, you were right,” he says. “You just needed to practice your confidence.”

Another rush at his appraisal.

“I think I’m going to need lots and lots of practice,” I say, lips grazing his.

“I can arrange that.” He presses a kiss against my lips, then releases me, grabbing the bottle of soap and squirting some in his hand. He lathers up and has me switch places with him, rubbing his hands along my body.What does this all mean?I force my muscles to relax and enjoy the attention. He takes his time washing every part of me, and I have to stop my knees from buckling as he holds eye contact, gently gliding his hand against the sensitive spot between my legs. He smirks when I shiver and ends my torment by turning me around to wash my hair. He rinses out the shampoo, then brushes through my locks with his fingers, and I let out a soft moan.

He chuckles, squirting soap in his hand and washing himself. “I’m learning all the ways to make you moan tonight,soffione.”

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