Page 65 of Stay With Me
He kisses me on my stomach, and goose bumps break out across my skin. Then he lowers my panties down my legs and stands back up.
Suddenly, his mouth is back on mine, his hands reaching around and unclasping my bra. He slides the straps down and steps back just enough to let it fall between us without pulling away.
He deepens the kiss, his mouth dominating, while guiding me down onto the bed. Bringing his leg between mine, he kneels over me. I brush my hand against his belt buckle, but he grabs my wrists and puts them over my head.
“Not yet. We need to get you ready for me.” He withdraws his hands from mine, the tips of his fingers brushing my heated skin until he cups my breasts. “So perfect.”
My eyes are wide as I watch him lower his head and take a beaded nipple into his mouth. “Oh,” I pant.
His gaze meets mine as he switches to the other one.
My back arches as pleasure I’ve never felt before races through me.
“You like this, baby?” he asks.
I nod, words failing me.
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, alternating between my nipples.
Once I’m a withering mess, his kisses travel lower.
He settles between my legs, kissing my inner thighs.
I lift my head, unable to look away.
Part of me feels like I should be embarrassed about where he is, but the moment his eyes lock with mine, all I see is raw desire, and my desire for him overrules any feelings of embarrassment.
Bringing one hand under my butt, he lifts me to an angle he likes, his other arm draped across my lower stomach. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly licks up and down my core.
My body hums with the exquisite torture.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he latches on to my clit.
“Oh my… ” I cry, my head thrown back as my back arches.
As my orgasm grows closer, he slows down, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I groan.
He pulls away slightly. “I got you, baby. I promise.”
He inserts a single finger inside me, and I hiss at the snug invasion as he slowly moves in and out. Using his tongue, he brings me back to the edge.
He slows down again before inserting a second finger.
My hands come down and tangle in his hair, pulling a little with every stroke.
“That’s it, my Lunabella. That’s it. Can you be my good girl and come for me?” he croons.
Dampness floods my core at his dirty words. “Yes,” I moan.
He slides one more finger in, and I take a deep breath at the tightness. His groan of approval vibrates through me, sending me over the edge.
I cry out my release as it takes me by surprise.
He doesn’t stop until I come back down, slowly pulling his fingers out of me.
My eyes snap open as a breeze of cold air rushes over me, and Noah is standing next to the bed, taking his pants off. He grabs the box of condoms and opens it, tearing one square off.
I watch his every movement as he rips the wrapper and rolls it down his erection.
