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I rolled so I was facing him, squished between his thick chest and the wall, and cupped his face. “You are not your father. You are your own man. A wonderful man. And more importantly.” I pecked his lips. “You’re my man.”
Brows arched, he smirked. “You’re claiming me?” As he asked, he ground his hips against mine.
With his hard cock pressing insistently against my stomach, I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. Words weren’t enough to express how much he meant to me. I’d have to show him. And I needed to feel him inside me.
I kissed him gently on the lips, relishing his scent and his heat and his hands on my body. “Yes. Noah. You’re mine.”
Chapter 37
Victoria
With a growl, he rolled me over and pinned me to the bed. “If you’re claiming me, then I get to claim you right back.”
He lowered himself and kissed the hollow of my throat.
“This?” he said, his fingers gently caressing my pulse point. “Mine.”
In one swift move, he whipped my oversized T-shirt off. Then his lips were on my skin, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along my clavicle.
“And these.” He squeezed one breast, then gently bit each of my nipples. “Also mine.”
Core tightening, I arched off the bed.
He pulled back, his blue eyes burning like flames. “You think I’m done? I have so much of you left to claim.”
I could lie back and let him have his way with me, but where would be the fun in that? So with all the strength I had, I flipped him over and pinned him to the wall, since the bed was so small, then pushed up onto my knees.
“This is unfair,” I teased. “I’m naked and you’re still clothed.”
It took a few tugs on his shorts and a little awkward maneuvering in the tight space, but eventually, his cock sprang free.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Eyes locked with his, I lowered myself and ghosted my lips over his tip.
His leg muscles involuntarily clenched, and my core responded by doing the same.
“If we’re claiming body parts,” I said, trailing my fingers up his length. “Then I’m gonna go for it.”
Lips parted, I took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back, running my tongue along him, and when I reached the crown, I smacked my lips and savored the taste of the salty bead forming there. “Mine.”
“All yours,” he gritted out. “Anything you want.” He nodded, the movement jerky, the sheets clenched in his fists.
God, he was gorgeous like this, all needy and wound up.
Slowly, I licked up his shaft. I cupped his balls, then grazed my teeth gently over the head.
Every groan, every growl, heated my core. I teased him, taking a bit more every time, working slowly and deliberately as he struggled to maintain control.
“Your mouth,” he gritted out. “Fuck, Vic. You’re gonna kill me.”
I smiled against the smooth skin of his dick. “Nah, you’re tough, hotshot. I’ll just maim you.”
With one hand wrapped tightly around him, I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could. He pulsed and let out a string of curses. I was the one giving him pleasure, but the sensation was incredible. I clenched my thighs together, desperate to quell the ache building inside me.
After two years of celibacy, my desire had come back with a vengeance. With Noah, sex was playful and fun. He made me feel safe and comfortable.
I could tease him and try new things without fear. I didn’t panic at the idea of being naked in front of him. Most importantly, I’d never laughed so much while in bed with a man. Until him, I didn’t know this kind of intimacy existed.
