Page 79 of Before We Fell

He slid the finished cup in front of me, and I leaned forward, cradling the hot mug in my hands and blowing the steam before taking my first sip.

“Shit. You even make drinking coffee look sexy.”

I grinned, tilting my head back so I could see his eyes. They spoke a thousand words while he stayed silent. Changed emotions in the blink of an eye. He had the most expressive eyes I’d ever seen, and I wanted to learn everything about him through them.

“So, what are we doing today? Any specific plans?”

“No.” He kissed my cheek and curled me tighter to his side. “Not until dinner anyway. We have reservations for dinner, but I figured we can see where the day takes us. I thought you’d like to stroll the plaza and do some shopping.”

“I’d love that.” With the help of my first few sips of coffee, I was slowly waking up despite the insanely early hour. Tucked so close to him and since he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to let me go, I drank my coffee.

“Good.” He slid the room service menu toward me and opened it. “Then we can order breakfast whenever you’re ready and head out.”

It was so early, we had hours before the shops would open. And as he spoke his hand brushed over my hips, tender touches I could barely feel beneath my thick robe, but they still warmed my skin, giving me other thoughts of what we could do that morning.

I focused on the menu though, drinking my coffee, and by the time I told him what I wanted for breakfast — an omelet, toast, and orange juice, I was fully awake, ready for a completely different kind of breakfast.

Pushing my coffee mug out of the way, I re-settled myself on Noah’s lap so I was facing him and my hands went to his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his hands resettling on my hips and pulling me against him. My robe had split, and through only the thin fabric of his pajama pants, his hardness settled at my bare center.

“I wanted a taste of something better before our breakfast arrives.”

He hummed against the side of my throat, flicking his tongue there. “I think I have the same thought.” He stood abruptly, and before I knew what he was doing, my ass was on the edge of the table and he was pushing my knees wide apart. He resettled in his chair and our eyes locked. “I’ve been sitting here for an hour, waiting for you to wake up, thinking of eating you for breakfast.”

A delightful shiver rolled down my spine. “Well then, who am I to stop you?”

He chuckled and leaned forward, his lips falling to my knee, kissing me softly as his hands brushed up my thighs. The robe was still tied at my waist, but he made quick work of undoing the knot and throwing the robe wide open, exposing all of me to him. I’d had few lovers in my life, carefully chosen, and with none of them had I allowed myself to be bared so freely. It was slightly unnerving, how easily I gave myself to him without any embarrassment.

Hard to be embarrassed by a man who looked at me like I was the most beautiful piece of artwork in a museum.

“God, you’re stunning,” he murmured, kissing moving up my thighs. He kissed one side, then the other, sliding slowly up and rolling his chair closer until he was right at my center.

Strong, firm fingers curled around my hips, holding me against him as his mouth settled on me. I arched into him, already wet, already wanting for him and when his tongue first swirled around my bundle of nerves before entering me, I threw my head back, gasping at the pleasure from him.

“Noah,” I gasped, fingers digging into his short hair and holding him to me. He did delicious things to me, sent desire coursing through me in obscene waves that I couldn’t calm even if I’d wanted to.

I came against him, orgasming in no time, clinging to him and boneless from the talented way he could work me into madness so quickly and when I was done, he stood and kissed me, his hands threading into my hair at the back of my head, holding me to him. The taste of me lingered on his tongue, sweetness mixed with the taste of him and he stepped between my legs. I reached into his pajama pants and took hold of him, thick, warm velvet covered in steel and pushed him back.

“What are you—”

I stopped him with a kiss as I slid to my feet. “My turn,” I said, hand sliding down his bare chest and curling around the waistband of his pants. I took them with me as I sank to the floor.

“I wasn’t looking for payback,” he said, my intentions clear as I settled on my knees and stroked his thick cock in my hands.

“I know.” It was the last thing I said before I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip. He held me in place gently, not pushing too hard and letting me take the lead. I took my cues from the way his hips would jerk when I flicked my tongue at the underside of his head and his groans when I took him deep to the back of my throat.

“Shit, Lauren.” His movements turned jerky, hard, quick thrusts that signaled he liked everything I was doing for him. “Close,” he warned me, his hand at my cheek.

I didn’t need the warning. His cock swelled in my mouth already alerting me, but the gesture was appreciated. Instead of pulling off, I sucked him deeper, as he came, shooting deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop, lingered as he continued pulsing with aftershocks and he fell forward, bracing his hand on the table behind him.

“Shit,” he gasped, slowly pulling out of me. “Is there anything you can’t do well?”

I laughed and wiped the corner of my mouth, taking in the last drop of him. Grinning up at him, I shrugged. “Darts.”

He took my hand in his and pulled me to my feet, kissing me with fervor. “Let’s go shower before our food gets here. There are a few other things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”

“Oh my gosh!”I shouted as the small wood ball rolled up the lane and fell to the bottom without scoring any points. “You’re as bad at skee-ball as you are at braiding hair!”

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