Page 29 of One Killer Night
I reach around myself, unfastening my bra and slipping it off.
“I’ve never felt anything so soft,” he muses, cupping my tit, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
He pushes off the bed so that we’re basically face-to-face. “I can’t stop touching you.” His palm reverently presses to my breastbone, between my cleavage, as my chest rises and falls. “Can I do it all night?”
He looks at me shyly, dropping his eyes to my tits before meeting mine again.
I nod as I bring my fingertips to his shoulders, feathering them over his skin, tracing the pictures and designs, and smiling as his breath stutters.
“Yes. All night. Because I haven’t stopped wondering what you’d feel like since the night you kissed me.”
Without a word, Noah’s eyes lock on mine as he takes one of my hands and lewdly runs the flat of his tongue over my palm before dragging it down his chest, forcing my hand against his skin as it moves farther down his stomach until my breath catches. Because he’s slid my hand inside his boxer briefs and around himself.
He swallows hard. “What do I feel like, Goldie?”
He’s warm and thick in my hand. And his skin is smooth, but I can feel the protruding veins around his hard cock, rigid in my hand.
“Like a good time,” I answer slyly, grinning as he exhales sharply when I close my hand tighter around his hard length.
I circle my hand, sliding it upward before gently pushing down, feeling his hips involuntarily jerking under my careful stroking.
“Fuck. That feels ...” is all he manages as I tease his cock, giving him just enough relief without the promise of an orgasm.
He groans, grabbing the back of my neck and jerking me into a kiss, but I don’t stop touching him.
Noah’s other hand roams my body, kneading my breasts before his fingertips caress my collarbone as we kiss, our lips swollen. We’re alight. On fire. The heat between us gathers and multiplies with every touch.
I start to rock, my body in tune with what I’m providing him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper once, then twice, our lips so close I’m breathing air into his lungs.
“Lift,” he growls into my mouth before I take my hand off his cock.
He bites my lip, then sucks the pain away, smirking at me.
He pulls his cock from his underwear, clumsily shoving the briefs down far enough to give him room before the slick precum on his dick rims my entrance.
I’m on my knees, clutching his shoulders, staring down as he teases himself through my wetness, rubbing his desire over my clit and back to where I beg him to be.
“Please,” I breathe out, wishing I could swallow him inside of me.
“Not yet. I want to fuck every part of you with every part of me first.”
I moan, trying to lower myself onto him, but he holds my waist, whispering into my skin.
“You don’t want my tongue—”
It flattens at the base of my neck, drawing up my throat and over my chin until diving into my mouth. But too quickly, he pulls away.
“Or my teeth—”
The hand that was on my waist presses to my chest and pushes me back before he bites my nipple with just enough pressure that I gasp.
“And I haven’t even used my fingers—”
A deep inhale fills my lungs as he parts my labia, spreading me open before running his fingers up either side of my swollen hood, igniting all the sensitive nerves.
My body melts into him, taking everything he gives as he brings his fingers together and rubs my bud in slow, decadent circles. I rock my hips, teased not only by the slow, rhythmic motion of his fingers playing with me but also his cock readied at my opening, pressing ever so slightly.
