Page 77 of Before We Fell

“Probably not as long as me,” I admitted.

Years.

It’d been so long for me, being with Noah might have felt like my first time all over again. Exceptso much betterbased on the promise of what he could do with his large dick pulsing in my hand.

We hadn’t talked of past lovers. I didn’t want to know. Based on the look he shot me, he really didn’t want to know about my past either.

He slammed his mouth to mine then, his hand still wrapped around mine on his dick and slowly, as his tongue invaded my mouth, he moved our hands together, working him. Oh God. It was beautiful. I surrendered to his kiss and let him guide my hand, teaching me through his own movements what he liked, how hard to grip. When to wrap my thumb over his warm head.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. My center was throbbing so ready for him, anxious at his size, but so willing to ignore that for the pure beautiful moment of us together, finally.

“Lie down.”

I did as he asked, reluctantly letting go of his dick, watching as he climbed over me, spreading my legs, planting my heels into the bed. He kissed my ankle. My calf. The back of my knee. He pressed his lips over every inch of my body as he moved up the bed, so much like he’d done when I was against the glass window earlier.

“Goddamn you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he reached my inner thighs. Hands on them.

Widening me, he licked my sex, from bottom to top and my hips jerked, thrusting into his face.

He kissed my clit once, hands following, toying with my opening, circling my clit and then he was at my breasts. Hot breath following by stinging little bites at my hot, aching nipples.

“Noah,” I gasped, fingers digging into his hair. I was so primed. So ready.

“No.” He took my other hand, pressed it to my clit. “Teach me what you like,” he murmured, and his head was bent, looking down at us, tongue swiping over my nipple as he guided our hands to my sex, rubbing my own fingers through my wetness.

“Oh God.” I pushed my head back into the pillow. “I’m already so close.”

“Then make yourself come and I’ll do it again.”

Jesus. The things he said. Promises he’d certainly deliver on.

I gave in, pressing my head into the pillow, chin arched to the ceiling. My hips rolled, sounds left my lips as I took his fingers in mine, pressed them to my clit in teasing, soft brushes against my bundled nerves.

My body was primed for this moment for the last few weeks. With Noah’s mouth tugging at my nipple, sweet stinging pain shot straight to our fingers. I ignited quickly, powerfully, arching and thrusting my hips into our hands, gritting my teeth so I didn’t scream from the pure pleasure of it.

“Goddamn,” he whispered. He took over, rubbing me, gathering my wetness in his fingers and then he brought both of our fingers to his mouth, sucked on them, wickedly sexy eyes on me as he sucked the taste of me off him.

“Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?”

“Once or twice,” I panted, shoving hair off my face and forehead. I was spent already, chest heaving, sated and still wanting.

I’d never been this greedy for more before.

Thankfully, Noah didn’t make me wait. He leaned toward me and kissed me, tongue diving into my mouth, sliding against mine until I tasted us mixed together. He moved to the side and grabbed the strip of foil, ripping them apart. Four of them landed by my pillow. One was torn open with his teeth, and then he rolled it on, shoved my legs apart, draping my legs over his shoulders. His hands braced at my sides and then he was there.

Entering me.

He did it slowly and oh my goodness, the fullness of him stretched my opening in a way that brought pain and ignited sparks, set off my clit still stinging with aftershocks.

“Oh God,” I groaned and clung to his hips. His gaze was on me, unwavering, watching my expression as he entered.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips, still breathless. But good grief the man was incredible. Everything about him from his brain and his looks to his compassion and the way he not only cared so much about Riley, but me.

I was falling in love truly for the first time in my life, and I didn’t even want to stop myself.

Noah fell to his elbows, pressing his chest against mine and claimed my mouth. He made love to me slowly, beautifully. He made love to me in a way that finally made me not mind all we’d been doing for weeks was making out.

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