Page 52 of Resisting You
I continued the foot rub, eventually switching to her other leg. She seemed to relax more. Every sigh of happiness she gave me, every nibble of her bottom lip, every flutter of her lashes fueled me to keep going, creating a flutter in my chest I actively tried to ignore.
Her skin was silky and smooth beneath my hands, the muscles at her calf tightening, bunching into a tight little ball as I skimmed my palm up, squeezing the flesh behind her knee. I nudged her skirt higher, daring to massage slightly above her knee. Testing the waters.
She inhaled a quick intake of breath, her chest hitching.
But she didn’t object.
With a whimper, her thighs parted. Just the tiniest bit. And her nipples pinched into two sharp points beneath the tank top she wore.
Just like that, I’m hard again.
Stretching, her foot brushed against my hard cock and we both froze, her eyes flying open.
I didn’t move. I didn’t dare fucking breathe.
But then, she moved her foot again, this time very intentionally, gliding it across the length of my dick.
I groaned and shook my head. With a small smile, I muttered, “Tease.”
“I’m only a tease if I don’t plan on doing something about it,” she said softly.
The confidence in her voice combined with the longing, anticipation, and trepidation in her expression as she peeked up at me through long, black lashes made me forget my own goddamn name. And when I glanced up, there was a seductive smile on her full lips.
I shifted her legs off my lap to kneel between them, but her tight skirt restricted how widely she could spread for me. Gliding my hands slowly up the insides of her thighs, the skirt shifted higher and higher and she pulsed her greedy little hips for me like an invitation to keep going.
“Noah,” she moaned as I reached the edge of her wet panties.
Jesus Christ.
She was ready for me. Wet and slick and her hips rising and falling, begging for my touch.
Pushing off the couch, she yanked her skirt down off her hips and kicked them to the floor, leaving me with a view of her in just the sheer silk top and a black lace thong that quite literally took my breath away. “Please,” she cried, digging her fingers into my hair.
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
I hooked my finger into her panties, tugging them to the side and revealing the slick, wet seam of her body. Dipping my head, I took one long lick, relishing in her responding, shuddering breath. Simultaneously, we moaned together.
I feasted like a starved man, pressing my tongue to her sweet clit and gliding my finger between her slick folds. She writhed against me, panting, begging, her thighs on either side of my face trembling.
Her nails dug into my scalp, the sting of her desire only fueling my own as she urgently pulsed her hips, pressing herself harder against my lips. A needy sob escaped her, breath stuttering as I thrust a finger inside her just in time to feel the pleasure pulsing in waves, clamping against my knuckle.
She was tight around my finger as I pumped them in and out, her riding my hand, milking every last bit of pleasure from my finger and tongue.
“Noah,” she gasped my name as the tremors slowed. I stayed with her, thrusting my finger in and out, lapping up every pulse of pleasure until she went limp with a sigh.
She released her grip on my hair and I kissed my way up her body, tugging her shirt off her body and over her head.
In a swift movement, she launched to her knees, pushing me back, tearing the shirt off my head and bringing her mouth to mine. “You are way too clothed,” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned, then stood, hoisting her up and obediently, she locked her ankles at the small of my back as I walked us into the bedroom and dropped her gently in the center of the king-sized bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched as she shyly undid her bra, the black lace scraping across her tanned skin. The sight of her dark brown nipples, pebbled, hard, begging for my tongue made me crazy with lust.
Bending, I hooked my fingers into her thong and dragged them down her hips, and over her thighs until she was fully naked and spread before me. Tan, panting, and perfect.
Playfully, she arched her brow. “You’re still too damn clothed, Noah Blue.”
Happy to oblige, I grabbed a condom from within my wallet, then shucked my pants off, my cock thick and veined, aching and throbbing for Rosa.
