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Shit, shit, shit…Was she saying that out loud, or was this reserved for the inside of her head? It didn’t matter. Lucy could say all sorts of dirty words and probably turn this man on, if he wasn’t already!I know how quickly he gets hard. You can’t tell me he’s soft in his trousers right now. Not when I’m giving him every inch of my pussy.And getting wetter by the second. Wasn’t that how this whole arousal thing worked?
Noah never said anything. His mouth was so preoccupied with her body that he might as well have been on another planet. Yet that also meant he never groaned, purred, or shackled himself to sounds of desperate need. The only reason Lucy knew that hemusthave enjoyed it was because of the heavy breaths against her skin and the covetous way he let his tongue fall languidly down her slit.
Every time he touched her clit, she grunted like the most unbecoming of women.
It was in those moments she no longer cared about the truth behind Noah Gabriel. What he was like at work, who he counted a family member, and who he may have lied to in order to be with her didn’t matter. She was in the moment. Lucy rode a cresting wave of imminent pleasure and didn’t know the meaning ofself-doubt.Why should she? She was pretty enough –charmingenough – to seduce a man like Noah Gabriel into her life. Or had she seduced him into including her inhislife?
There must have been something to her. Something powerful enough to draw him in and engage him to tell her his story. Maybe he didn’t use words to do it.He’s definitely using that tongue to tell me some kind of story, though…Noah was more of a doer, not a speaker. He came, he saw, he conquered. He was probably the same way at work. Bless him.
Lucy wanted to know that side of him as well. Would she ever?
Not now, certainly. Right now, the only side she knew of him was the one determined to make her come so hard that she ripped the pillow out from beneath her head and sent it flying across the room. Accompanied with a dramatic moan, of course.
What would he want from her, though? Decorum? Not really Lucy Craig’s style. She was the girl a boy took to prom if he wanted silly faces in the camera and a memorable dance-a-long to “Get Low” by Lil’ Jon & The East Side Boyz.I can’t dance to save my life.That was the point.
What did Noah really see in her, anyway? A hot body? A good lay? In that moment, when there was nothing else to torment her but the pleasure wracking her body, Lucy swore that was all that mattered.
She didn’t even realize that Noah had finished with her until he was kissing another trail up her body, his feverish intentions leaving her in a complete and utter daze as she soon found him on top of her. Lucy didn’t question it. Her need for him was as great as his apparent need for her. That must have been why he was quick to fling off his own clothes and fuck her with everything he had.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand how good it feels.Lucy had every limb wrapped around him as they undulated together in that big, foreign bed she hoped to God neither of them had inhabited before. She knew she wasn’t his first main squeeze. She could handle that. What she couldn’t handle was the idea that this was the same place he took all his dates. That this was another checkmark on the list ofPlaces to Go, Positions to Try, and Names to Call Her.Lucy was free to scream his name and beg him to come, but it wasn’t the same as believing,‘This is the first and only time it has ever happened to him. To me. To us!”
She knew one thing, though. Although it was far from the first time they had sex in the missionary position, it somehow felt different. Like his desperation had led him to choose this position, not practicality. A desperation for his face to be closer to Lucy’s. Maybe not to kiss her, but certainly to expresssomekind of emotion that he probably didn’t indulge very often.Was this the plan from the beginning? Taking me to a room like this? Or did he decide it during dinner?Did Lucy care?
Yes.
Noah ramped up the thrusting in the final moments of their lovemaking. Lucy wasn’t surprised when he stilled, the silence claiming them both until he collapsed with a satisfied sigh. Noah’s whole weight was atop her. Lucy didn’t mind, though. She loved the decadent way he completely consumed her, as if this were their one and only chance to recreate the first night they met. When everything was new.Especiallyfor Lucy!
“Holy shit.” Lucy wiped the sweat from her brow. Only then did she realize that most of that sweat actually came from Noah’s forehead. The man had exerted himself so much that he was sweating unlike she had ever seen before.
Damn. She loved it.
“That looks like a good excuse to go take a bath.” Lucy wasn’t the one to suggest he roll off her. Noah did that of his own accord, not that she appreciated it.This means we can go to phase two: cuddle times!Hey, for one minute she got to pretend this was real. She was his girlfriend. He was her boyfriend. They had a tumultuous, sexual relationship from the word go, but there was a possibility it would turn into something more. Wasn’t that what she wanted? A fairy-tale? A story?
Something to write about?
“Yeah?” Noah collapsed onto his side. “I haven’t showered since this morning. Might be time to wash off again.”
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who has to shower twice a day, every day…”
His head slowly turned toward her. “Is there something wrong with that?”
Lucy propped herself up with a snort. “Not at all, Mr. Gabriel.”
She was the first to the bathroom. By some twist of fate, he was right behind her.
