Page 72 of Burdens
“Oh, my—” My head fell backward against the wall as he effortlessly slipped two fingers down my drenched pussy slowly, teasingly.
He let out a satisfied sound and his cock twitched in my hand. “Look at you being so wet and I’ve barely touched you,” he praised, resting his forehead against mine, his fingers teasing my entrance and drawing a moan from me.
He pressed a brief kiss to my lips at the sound, like a reward for still reacting to his touch like no time had passed.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” he ordered and the moment I met his gaze, he stopped his teasing touches and pushed his two fingers hard into my cunt.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, my hand growing lax around his cock and slipping out of his shorts.
“Patience, Amalia. That’ll come soon enough.” He chuckled, pleased with himself as he drove his fingers in and out of me, his thumb joining and pressing against my clit.
I would usually be annoyed with his taunting, but with the feel of his fingers inside me, I barely could think straight to remember to breathe, let alone try to retaliate.
Instead, I gripped his shoulder with one hand, wrapping the other around his wrist, and started rocking against his hand. “Noah,please,” I moaned.
He hummed in approval as he drove his fingers into me even harder, his thumb firmly stroking my clit. “Now, take my fingers like the good fucking girl you are and drench my hand. Understood?”
I nodded and rode his hand faster, my orgasm creeping up my body. He must have known because he slammed his lips to mine and crooked his fingers inside of me, sending me over the edge.
My eyes fluttered closed to relish in the release of years of pent-up need as my cunt clamped down on him.
My lips parted on a moan and he slid his tongue inside, kissing me softly as he still pumped his fingers inside me, matching the way his tongue tangled with mine.
His fingers were still inside me when I opened my eyes and settled my dazed expression on him. For a moment, we both stood still and stared at each other.
Him watching me come down from my high while I let myself drown in the desire in his eyes.
Still holding my gaze, he moved his fingers out of me and lifted them between us. “What a pretty fucking sight,” he growled before smearing my wetness against my bottom lip.
Then he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. His eyes slid shut as a groan tore through his chest before he let my bottom lip go and straightened himself, his gaze meeting mine again.
His irises turned black. A dark hunger I’d never seen before had taken over.
“Bedroom. Now.”
CHAPTER 20
NOAH (PRESENT)
She stoodthere frozen for a moment, so I spoke up again.
“I said now, Amalia,” I rasped, my own voice almost unrecognizable.
The taste of her still buzzed across my tongue and all I could think about was drowning in her scent, but this time right from the source. Ten years of being deprived of it sent my mind into a tailspin.
Finally, she did as told and I was right on her heels.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded as I stepped into the bedroom.
My heart drummed against my chest as I watched her do exactly that, discarding the pieces on the floor next to her until she was completely bare for me.
I stepped closer as my eyes roamed all over her body, memorizing all the changes the years had brought, a primal need rushing through my veins.
I wassodesperate for her and was driving myself crazy the longer I waited to be inside her, but I wanted to take my time. I hadn’t been with her in almost a decade and needed to brand every moment to memory.
I leaned down, cupping the back of her head, and kissed her slowly and deliberately. The faint remnant of her arousal still tangled inhertaste and I reveled in it.
She skated her hands up my bare chest and pushed on her tiptoes to tangle her fingers at the back of my head—where she loved to grip my hair—and pulled me closer, deepening our kiss.
