Page 79 of Just a Taste
I look up, watching as she curls her fingers around the edge of the headboard. I can feel her entire body tingling.
I wait a beat, but she doesn’t move. I raise a brow and give her thighs an encouraging squeeze. ‘Weren’t you the one who said that you wanted to… What was it? Ah, yes. “Wipe that smirk right off my face”?’
Noelle freezes, her legs still hovering over me. ‘So, you just eavesdrop on all my conversations now?’
‘Pretty sure it was the same conversation.’ I feel my lips curve upwards into a familiar smirk. ‘Anyway. Now you have your chance.’
She yips as my fingers sink a little deeper into her thighs so I can firmly, but not painfully, bring her down over me. Once she’s down, I give her half a second to get her bearings before my tongue slides along her slick entrance and her back is arching.
I can’t see her now, my vision blocked by the sight of her riding my face, but I canhearher. Can hear each delicious moan that slips from between her parted lips. Every gasp, every whimper, every breathy utterance of my name heads straight to my dick.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.
I reach up and place my hands on her ass, pulling her closer to me, and causing her to increase her pace. She whimpers softly, my name falling from her lips like she’s begging me for something.
Faster.
Slower.
More.
Her words blur together into a nonsensical moan.
I let my fingers slide between her cheeks, just barely touching her entrance with each swipe. She mewls loudly, and I can feel her pussy quivering.
‘Alex, I’m…Fuck,I’m…’
I hear the creaking of wood as she grips the headboard tighter and I imagine her knuckles turning pale as her orgasm builds.
I don’t stop running my tongue along her entrance. Our rhythm has synced up perfectly. Each buck of her hips in perfect time with my long, languid strokes.
I want to shower her in praise – tell her she’s doing so well; tell her she’s beautiful, ethereal, deserving of every good thing in this world – but I don’t want to stop. Not when she’s so close.
‘Al-ex.’ She chokes my name out, breaking it down into two long drawn-out syllables before she lets out a long moan and her orgasm washes over her.
She goes limp above me, legs trembling as she slumps against the headboard. But I’m not done yet. I let her catch her breath for a moment, my tongue still inside, teasing her, sending little aftershocks through her body. Then, I sit up quickly and pull her into my arms so she’s straddling me again. My dick runs along her slick entrance and she shudders against me.
‘I’m gonna need a minute or two,’ she laughs, eyes fluttering shut as she rests her head against my chest.
‘Does it look like I’m in a rush?’
I let my hands roam over her body while she catches her breath, tracing the curves and valleys of her skin. Her scent, a mix of sex and vanilla, fills my nostrils, and I inhale deeply.
My dicks aches against her thigh, demanding release.
She giggles as it twitches against her. ‘I didn’t realise you were the impatient type.’
She smiles, a playful half-smile that turns every bone in my body into melted butter. Without another word, she reaches down and takes hold of my dick, stroking it experimentally. My eyes never leave hers as her hand moves up and down, creating a delicious friction.
My breath hitches and she leans in and kisses me softly, her lips warm and wet. My mind is a blur right now, but my hands somehow find their way to her hips, urging her to straddle my waist again. She obliges, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowers herself onto me, inch by achingly slow inch.
I groan as she finally envelops me, her tight heat engulfing my entire length.
She feels amazing.
Beyond amazing.
Out of this world.
