Page 13 of His Big Holiday Firefighter
“God, Noah,” I panted, my fingers finding their way into his hair.
He hummed, a low thrum against my skin that vibrated straight through me, and any thought of maintaining control evaporated. His technique was meticulous, a devastatingcombination of skill and intuition that left me breathless. He alternated between long, deep, engulfing strokes that had my back arching off the mattress and the targeted flick of his tongue against the most sensitive spots until I nearly came undone.
One of his large, warm hands splayed across my hip, his grip firm and grounding. An anchor in the storm he was creating. His other hand traced a slow path up my inner thigh, the calloused pads of his fingers raising goosebumps on my skin before he cupped me, his thumb stroking gently, weighing my balls in his palm with a possessiveness that made my head swim.
He slid his mouth down me again, slowly this time, until he took me all the way to the base. His throat constricted, swallowing me down. My hands fisted in his soft hair as my body shuddered with the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice barely recognizable. “Please don’t stop.”
Noah pulled back just enough to look up at me. “I’m not stopping until you feel how much I want you.” He flicked his tongue over my cock head. “All of you.”
Each movement was deliberate, a slow, perfect stroke of his tongue that unraveled another tightly wound piece of me. The sight of him—this strong, steady man, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world as he focused entirely on me.
Just when I thought I would break apart under the intensity, Noah shifted. His large hands slid up my inner thighs, parting them with a gentle but undeniable strength. He moved lower, and the first press of his hot, wet mouth against my entrance made me gasp. Every defense I had dissolved in that single touch.
“Noah,” I gasped, my head thrown back against the pillows.
His response wasn’t a word, but the hot, wet press of his tongue against my hole. A jolt went through me, sharp and electric. He didn’t just taste me, he claimed me. His tonguestroking over the sensitive skin in a way that had my hips bucking on instinct.
Then, while his mouth continued its devastating work, I felt the slick slide of a finger join in. He pressed gently at first, a patient exploration, and my body seemed to melt around him, welcoming the slow, deliberate intrusion.
Noah worked me open with a careful pressure before he eased a second finger inside, and a low groan rumbled in my chest. The feeling of being stretched, of being filled by him, was a delicious kind of pleasurable agony.
He moved slowly, his thumb stroking my taint while his fingers curled upward. He must have felt the tremor that shook my entire frame because he did it again, pressing firmly on that one spot until a strangled cry was torn from my throat, my control nearly shattered.
“There?” he asked, though he clearly knew the answer from my reaction.
“Yes.” My voice broke as he stroked the spot with long, deliberate movements.
Noah continued, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until I was writhing beneath him. He added a third finger, stretching me further, preparing me with patience I didn’t possess at that moment.
“Please,” I gasped, my legs spread wide, body trembling with need. “I need you. Now.”
Noah reached for the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. The sight of his large, capable hand working a generous amount over his length sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated want through me.
The broad shoulders I loved to hold on to, the solid wall of his chest tapering to lean hips, and his considerable arousal, slick and glistening.
He positioned himself above me, his solid weight a comforting pressure, one hand guiding himself to my entrance. His green eyes locked with mine as he pressed forward, entering me inch by exquisite inch. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that wiped my mind clean of everything but him. It was overwhelming, hovering on that sharp, perfect edge between pleasure and pain.
“You okay?” Noah whispered, his arms trembling slightly with the effort of holding back.
“More than okay.” I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
Noah groaned as he sank fully inside me. For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, connected as intimately as two people could be. Then he moved, slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed against my neck, his pace gradually increasing. “So tight, so perfect.”
I clung to his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingers as he moved. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each thrust. Noah shifted slightly, adjusting the angle until he hit that spot inside me with every stroke.
My cries grew louder, more desperate as he maintained a steady rhythm. The pressure was building, coiling tight. I was so unbelievably hard, trapped between our bodies, the friction of his stomach against me adding to the overwhelming sensations.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice breaking.
“Let go,” Noah encouraged, thrusting hard and faster. “I want to see you come apart for me.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a shout of his name, my body clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The intensity of it left me breathless, trembling beneath him as he continued to piston deeply.
Noah slowed his pace, giving me a moment to catch my breath. His eyes were dark with desire, his face flushed with exertion. I reached up to trace his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingers.
