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He slides down until he’s lying flat, and I’m still riding his hips.

Noah watches me, wearing his teasing smile. “I want to fuck you this way tonight.”

“Okay,” I manage to say. I’m good with any way he wants to have sex.

He pulls me down onto him and then rolls me onto my back. He’s as bossy in bed as he is on the ice, but I like it.

In one smooth move, he lifts my knees, spreads them and positions himself between my legs. I feel him kissing my thighs, moving up and down and then breathing hot as he reaches my center. The touch of his tongue against my clit almost sends me off the bed, but his hands keep me firmly grounded.

“Oh yes,” I cry out.

So much sensation is concentrated in the exact place where we’re linked. Noah is beyond skillful, his tongue teasing, his mouth suctioning and releasing, the pressure hard and then soft. I don’t even know what tips me over the edge into a mindless, overwhelming orgasm. And for once, I can make all the noise I want.

I lie still for a moment, but tonight I want to do the same things to him. I raise myself up and look down at Noah’s incredible body. His chest is wide and defined, his abs are straight out of a physiology diagram, and his thighs are huge. I kneel between his legs. Noah’s cock is as beautiful as the rest of him: sculpted, veined, cut, and hard. With a will of its own, it strains towards my mouth. I hear Noah’s gasp as I run my tongue up and down the length of him. I plant kisses down the underside and then take the head of him into my mouth. I suck and tongue him at the same time, going harder and harder until even Noah’s thick legs tremble. He puts his hands on my shoulders.

“Enough, Zoe. I can’t hold out much longer.”

While I want to taste all of him, I want him inside me more. And his shaky voice proves I’ve made him feel everything he’s done to me. I sit up and pull off my slip.

I hear the rustle of tearing packaging as Noah magically produces a condom. He exhales audibly as he rolls it on. He turns over on his back, and his cock is sticking straight up. I straddle him again, parting myself and sinking down onto him with shattering slowness. He bumps his hips up gently and begins the motion. I rock up and down on his cock. The friction feels incredible, but I’m aware that it’s still not quite enough to make me come. How can I not come with Noah inside me? He’s the sexiest guy I’ve ever known.

I try squeezing harder on each thrust. Oh, that feels good. Noah grunts each time our bodies meet at the bottom. He holds onto my hips and gives my body a little twist at the end of each thrust. I love the way that he knows what he wants and takes it.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

My eyes fly open. Noah is watching me ride him, enjoying the sight of my face tensing, my breasts bouncing, and the glistening sweat on my body.

“Here?” I ask, taking a breast in each hand.

Noah smiles, which I take for yes. Sex feels nastier and hotter like this. I pinch my nipples, and Noah’s eyes widen. Then I let my hands slide all over my slick body, stroking my sides and neck and then finding my breasts again. I feel like an exhibitionist, but I also feel sexy. His eyes darken as he watches me.

“Lower,” he growls. His bossiness in bed turns me on so much.

I reach one hand back and stroke Noah’s soft balls. He groans loudly. With the other hand, I rub my clit with my forefinger. My clit is already wet and sensitized from Noah’s attention, but I rub it with the exact pressure I like. All the time we strain with the exertion of trying to join our bodies deeper in every possible way.

“You ready?” he gasps.

And I am ready. I relish the multiple feelings of Noah’s hard cock in me and pressure on my clit. I move on him in frenzied jerks, allowing myself to relax and feel everything. And I come—messily, mindlessly, gloriously—just before he does. Mission achieved in the very best way.

I collapse onto Noah and lie there in exhausted bliss. I feel wistful wondering if sex will ever be better than it is with Noah. He has truly made all my fantasies come true. His eyes are closed, and I study him, drinking in the perfect profile of his face: the straight brow, the strong nose, the curve of his full lips, the defined chin. Being together in this intimate way makes me feel drunk on joy.

Eventually, Noah gets up to get rid of the condom. When he comes back, we snuggle together under the covers. I run my hand over his curves and dips of chest. His skin feels hot next to mine.

“Don’t you wish we could do this all the time?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says. “But I like that it’s a special moment for us too.”

He’s right. Why ask for more when this exact moment is so right? I’m going to sleep with Noah and wake up next to him. Life is magical.

24

Zoe

“Sooooo?” Rocky asks me when I return her keys at lunch.

I don’t even have to answer. My smile tells her everything she wants to know.

“Woohoo,” she howls.

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