Page 92 of Just My Type
With a saucy wink, Noah presses the tip of his finger into my ass and spits directly on my clit, thumb coming up to rub firmly. My hips jackknife up off the blanket, a strangled moan tearing from my throat.
Noah, the asshole, just chuckles, his fingers freezing as I clench my phone. “Finish your scene, Gorgeous. Let me hear that sexy as fuck voice. Don’t stop and neither will I.”
“I can’t,” I moan out when Noah rolls his thumb over my clit, pressing his finger just a little deeper inside me.
“You can,” he says, no room for argument in his tone. “You will. Focus, Hannah.”
Fucking shit. Golden retriever Noah melts my insides and makes me smile. Protective Noah makes me feel safe. But demanding Noah? Demanding Noah has fire racing through my veins, and inferno raging in my blood. Demanding Noah makes me want to do whatever he asks.
So, I do.
“Jake never lets up, even when I try to scramble away from his mouth, the intense pleasure almost too much to bear. But he just tightens his forearm over my hips, keeping me locked in place as he sucks hard on my clit, pressing a second finger into my ass.
‘Give it to me, Jen,’ he mumbles against me. ‘Give me what’s mine.’”
I keep reading as best I can as Noah devours me, alternating between sucking on my clit and shoving his tongue inside me. His finger moves wickedly over my hole, into my ass and back out, until I’m whimpering as I read, the words swimming in front of my eyes as the intensity of the pleasure practically blinds me.
“Goddamn, Hannah,” Noah mutters against me, his tongue coming up to lash at my clit. “My wife is so perfect. Tastes so good. So sweet. You make me so hard. Make me want you so much. Can’t do anything but want you. Come for me, Gorgeous. Please, please come for me.”
The pleading tone of Noah’s voice, such a direct contrast to the focused, confident way he eats me, has my pleasure soaring so high I am no longer of this earth. He latches onto my clit, sucking hard as he presses his fingers deeper, and I come on a groan, my world splintering apart as the pleasure drags me under. My thighs clamp around Noah’s head, shaking uncontrollably as my phone tumbles to the ground. My fingers claw at the blanket beneath me, the scream ripping from my throat barely human.
But still, Noah never lets up.
Sinking two fingers into my pussy, he curls them up, hitting a spot deep inside me that has my mind going blank, white haze covering my vision. I’m all sensation, crackling nerve endings, and wild, uncontrollable moans as Noah fills me everywhere. His fingers work in tandem, and his tongue flicks at my clit until I come again—or still—my brain too wild with pleasure to tease out whether this is a new orgasm or the continuing, rolling waves of the first.
“Noah, fuck,” I cry out, my hips writhing on the blanket as his fingers twist, tap, stretch, his tongue moving in wicked circles until I’m a sobbing, shaking, quivering mess, tears rolling down my face and my breath coming in heaving gasps.
When I finally collapse back against the blanket, Noah sits up on his knees, tearing his shirt over his head and shoving his shorts and boxers down. He stays there for a second, his gaze dark and desperate as his eyes rake down my body and back up, his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. His hair falls over his forehead and his lips are wet with my arousal, hard cock jutting up against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip and rolling down the length of him. He has never, ever looked hotter.
Mine.
My body, entirely spent from back-to-back orgasms, comes humming back to life, and Noah doesn’t miss it.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and laced with desire. He grips his dick, stroking slowly as his eyes lock with mine, and it takes a herculean effort to keep from literally panting. “So fucking sexy. So needy, all spread out for me, your cum dripping out of you and your eyes on me.”
“Look at you.” I repeat his words back to him, propping myself up on my elbows, and his eyes darken with desire. The way he looks at me gives me a shot of confidence and words spill from my mouth. “Talk about sexy. My fake husband, hard cock leaking for me. I bet you can’t wait to get inside me. To feel me clench around you while you pound into me.”
Noah’s eyes go feral, his lips curling up in a wicked smirk. Dropping down so he’s on his hands and knees on the blanket, he crawls up my body until we’re face to face, Noah hovering over me. “You want my cock, Hannah? You want me to slide it so deep inside you that you feel me everywhere? Pound into you until you can’t remember anything except you and me and how good we are together? Until you can’t see anything but me?”
“Yes,” I practically whimper. “That. All of that.”
Noah drops his head, pressing his lips to mine in a wet, filthy kiss. Sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, he tastes every inch of me while I taste myself, and a flood of arousal pools between my legs as I bring my hands up to grip his hips.
“Then that’s exactly what I’ll do. I hope you’re ready, Gorgeous, because I’m about to fuck the word fake right out of your mouth. Not one single thing about this is fake, and my mission in this life is to prove it to you.”
I’m about to tell him that he doesn’t need to prove it to me because I already know, but then Noah adjusts himself so he’s kneeling between my spread legs. He hooks an arm under my leg, spreading me wide and notching his cock at my entrance at the same time as he lowers his head until his mouth is at my ear.
“Everything you want, Han. Nothing you don’t.”
His voice is quiet, determined, as he repeats the words that I know mean he remembers the last time we did this. That even in the intensity of this moment, I’m safe with him. That I’ll always be safe with him. When he taps my leg three times, I suck in a breath, tears blurring my vision as I realize that I have never, ever felt safer. Another piece of my heart jumps out of my chest and straight into his hands.
“Thank you,” I whisper back.
Noah raises his head, his gaze dark and penetrating. “Anything for you, Hannah. Absolutely anything. Always.”
With those words hanging between us, Noah pushes inside me in a single thrust that has us both groaning, the feeling of being filled so completely intense and overwhelming in the verybest way. He stills, his forearms coming up to bracket my head as he drops his forehead to mine.
“Fuck, Hannah,” Noah rasps, his breath puffing out, mingling with mine in the space between us. “You feel so good wrapped around me. So tight and wet. So mine. I need you so much. I can’t…” He breaks off, his breath heaving, sweat beading on his forehead. When I reach up and cup his face, he shakes his head, as if to clear it. “I want to be gentle with you. To make this last. But I don’t think I can.” His eyes drop shut, his body trembling over mine.
