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Noah wasn’t known for his sweetness, however. He was known for getting right to the rough stuff. Even if it was laced in decadent words and tantalizing touches that left Lucy trembling in her dress.
A dress that was now bunched around her midriff, since Noah had pushed her skirt up her thighs and pulled her sleeves down her torso. He wanted unprecedented access to her body. Much like she desired every part of him inside of her.
Now.
“How’s this for dessert?” Only he could say such a cheesy line and turn Lucy on more than before. Perhaps it was the growl in his voice, which only intensified when he was inside of her like this.Like… this…He pinned Lucy’s hands above her head, enticing her fingers to spread across his pillow and touch the wrought-iron of his headboard. Every time she considered the scintillating possibilities of having her wrists tied above her head, Noah moved inside of her, his cock taking up every centimeter of space she created with her spreading legs and bending knees. Getting wet enough was never a problem now.Had it ever been a problem?This was a woman who was wet the moment she met him. Two weeks ago, she assumed it was the severity of the situation, and the stunning looks glowering upon her that made her so amicable to his needy way over lovemaking. Now?I’m so attracted to him I want to scream.Instead of screaming, however, her body was only capable of moans that covered the bed and filled the room with pleasure. Sometimes, Noah reached between them and circled his thumb around her clit. That’s when Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and nearly gasped herself comatose.
She didn’t know how Noah bore that clench around his cock without climaxing. Never mind the diligent demeanor that kept him focused on sucking her nipples and chuckling into the bend of her throat.I’ve never been so pinned down in my life…Between his cock impaling her to the bed and his hands pushing hers into the pillows, there was no chance of escape. She was the happy prisoner of a man who knew how to give her something to live for. Lucy had never been so glad to have so few sexual partners before Noah Gabriel. Once upon a time, she had been a little embarrassed. Even insecure about it, since she was surrounded by a world that told her the worth of her young adulthood was tied up in her number of sexual partners. Yet having good-but-mediocre sex before Noah meant she now appreciatedthismore. His heavy breaths weren’t from overstraining himself already. They were from his inability to hold back how much he enjoyed the sight of her struggling to stay sane with so much stimulus wracking her body.
“I think you do like it, Lucy.” He thrust forward, his clothes further falling away from his body. Lucy loved it. The neediness of not waiting until they were undressed before they went at it like animals. The desperation that dripped with their sweat and floated on the wind of their breaths. Every time Noah thrust, he lowered another gate to Lucy’s heart. The way he said her name certainly did not help.It’s helping! Fuck! It’s helping!“I think you like it so much that you want to come right now.”
“Yes…” Lucy let loose a breath of relief as Noah sat up, his cock sliding more effortlessly into her while his hands glided to her shoulders. Breathing wasn’t the problem. Thrashing around like she usually did was no longer an option, and she didn’t know what to do with so much pent-up sexual energy. “Please. Make me come. Please.”
“Makeyou come?” Noah clicked his tongue. “Are you saying you can’t let it loose right now? Because I could take it. I could handle you coming all over my cock and not lose myself. As much as I would want to. Shall we test it?”
Lucy didn’t know where this more sadistic side of him came from, but she was already no stranger to the games he sometimes played in bed. Somehow, they only heightened the shared experience between herself and a man who refused to kiss her.
“God, I don’t care,” she finally managed to say. “Fuck me. Oh,God,fuck me.”
Noah didn’t go as hard as she would have liked, but it didn’t matter. Lucy was already so close to the edge that his body rocking against hers merely had her looking over that cliff more often than she usually did.
“Oh… oh, God…”
She couldn’t help the faces she made. The sounds she uttered. The shaking her body endured as it attempted to crawl away from him. Yet Noah was too strong. Too focused on keeping her right where she was. The pleasure peaked in Lucy’s loins before exploding toward her extremities, which rattled her fingers and spread her toes. Her voice, as much as it attempted to power through her throat, was mute with empty sounds. Noah continued to loom over her, his sturdy body the only thing to cling to as Lucy unleashed an unfettered sound and clamped tight onto the part of him inside of her.
He did not relent. There was a glimmer in his eye, yes, but the man was so in control of his own physiology that this clearly had become a game to torture Lucy on Valentine’s Day.
She fucking loved it, of course.
“That’s right.” Noah’s face nestled in the crook of her head. She grabbed the back of his head and finally wrapped her legs around his waist. She was so exposed to his machinations. A willing sacrifice that would take whatever he deigned to give her now that she was his. “You fucking love my cock, don’t you, Lucy?”
Her fingers dug through the loose fabric of his shirt. Her thighs glided against the soft texture of his pants. Somehow, between elastic and a feisty zipper, he stuffed her to his hilt and moved effortlessly with every slow and steady thrust. “Yes,” she whimpered, already courting the second climax in as few as two minutes. “I fucking love your cock.”
“Do you love it more than your cunt does?”
“I don’t fucking know.” That was the truth, at least. “Do you love my cunt, Noah?”
His growl of acquiescence startled her into tightly wrapping her legs around him again. This time, her ankles hooked together, securing herself in place. “What do you think?” he murmured into her ear. “I can’t keep my cock away from it.”
“Harder…” She grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
“You’re not going to rest until I come, huh? I can feel it inside of you.”
“No…” Lucy nearly lost it when she arched her back and he kissed his way down her cleavage, tongue lashing against her hard nipples and tracing the ridges of her areolas. Only when he grabbed one of her breasts and lurched forward did she finally relent the rest of her words. “Yes! Yes! Come for me!” She already had for him. Wasn’t it fair?
His purr was mind-numbing. Lucy worked him harder than ever, attempting to get through his impenetrable walls that made him the most controlled man in the world.Give it to me. Prove that you’re human, you fucking-robot.Every ounce of energy she had went right to her pussy, where her tired muscles fucked him back and coaxed the best of him out of its realm.
“You want me to come right into your cunt, Lucy?” He was doing this on purpose, the bastard. “Or do you want it somewhere else?”
Was this a trick question? While Lucy was no stranger to feeling his virility on her thigh, her ass, or even inside her mouth, there was only one place she wouldrequest.There was nothing like it. Him, such a part of her that she felt it deep in her core. The heat alone… she could warm herself through a whole frigid winter from only that.
“You want it right in your tight cunt.” God! She loved the way he said it. The closest he came to coming so undone that he was like a new person. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
That was the first time he sounded the slightest bit winded. Lucy let herself go after that.
Noah’s thrusts were enough to topple her over the edge of the bed, but the gruff sound of his voice as he indulged in climax was what made her embrace the all-consuming insanity of the moment. Her whole body was alight again, from the fluttering of her eyelashes to the twisting of her ankles around one another. One hand dug into his back while the other ripped away the comforter from the bed. Her yelps of ecstasy were soon accompanied by his trembling tenor.
Sure enough, Lucy’s inner storm was quelled by the warmth imbuing her loins. She let out one cry of passion before crumbling beneath him. Noah wasn’t in a hurry to move, either.
