Page 6 of Truce: Declan
I'm at his mercy, the top of my laces loose but not undone enough to free me. He loosens the ties and helps guide my foot from the boot, letting me lean on him for support.
"One down. One to go," he rasps, and for a moment, he's staring at my skirt, directly at my pussy, before his gaze moves up to meet my stare. "You're shivering." His eyes are dark, his voice thick, and I inhale sharply.
"I didn't notice." Heat floods my very existence as he steadies me. One foot is planted on the cold floor, the other nestled tight in the leather boot.
Noah's hands graze over my hips, keeping me in front of him, his fingers firm and warm as he guides them across my bare thigh, his touch setting me ablaze.
His eyes watch mine, his movements slow and methodical as he moves toward his intended target, the laces of my boot.
I press my lips together, burying the moan inside me like the fire that stirs with an unwavering heat. His touch is electric, the vibration between us magnetic, and I want to pull him to my feet, kiss him, touch him, taste him.
With dark eyes, he watches me intently while undoing the lace of the leather boot, his gaze never wavering.
"I feel like Cinderella," I joke, "except you're taking off my glass slippers."
Noah smiles and chuckles while loosening the laces from the top all the way down to the bottom. My feet ache from the heels but the pain is dulled by his presence. "Hold on," he warns before tugging and gently gliding the boot down my leg and off my foot.
"Impressive."
"I'll say. How is it that women can manage to wear those and walk?"
I didn't have nearly as much trouble getting the boots off during ourcoffee datewhen we decided to slip into a pair of skates, but the rain worked like a vise, shrinking the cold, wet leather around my legs and feet.
"With lots of practice and training."
Noah hasn't moved off the floor, his hands on my bare legs. His touch is warm and possessive as he guides his palms up my calves to my thighs. He draws soft patterns over my bare skin, my skirt inching up slightly as he guides my legs farther apart.
He can see my panties from his position on the floor, and my tongue darts out, letting out a soft gasp as his lips move across the inside of my thighs. "I can smell your scent, sweetheart. You smell so good," he whispers, kissing and licking my thighs, moving higher toward my panties. "I want to taste you."
His tongue darts out, tasting me over my panties, and I'm sure that I'm already soaking wet as his tongue fucks my pussy through the soft cotton material.
"Noah," I whisper, and my breathing hitches as he finds that sweet, delicate spot, my tiny nub, with his tongue. My hips rock against his mouth, and his fingers press into my sides, holding me in place and guiding me as he teases me through my panties.
My heart pounds wildly against my chest, the sound all I can hear with my heavy gasps for air as he warms me to the core. I tangle my fingers through his thick dark hair, tugging him closer, deeper, wanting to feel more as I tremble against him.
"Good girl," he whispers, pulling back slightly, just enough to tug my panties to the side.
My lips part, and I gasp as his tongue grazes my swollen clit. I reach for the wall behind me, needing support, something to steady me because I feel like I am floating.
"Eyes on me, baby." Noah's words bring me back, staring down as he watches me. It's intimate and sends my heart soaring, and my insides clench, shuddering and trembling in his embrace.
He doesn't let up or slow until I've come down from the high, gasping and breathing hard.
He gently pulls back, fixing my leather skirt, letting it fall back down my thighs as he stands. "The next time we go out, I expect you not to wear panties."
My cheeks burn, and I bite my bottom lip. He traps me to the wall, his body warm and strong as he pins me, keeping me against him.
I shiver, my clothes wet from the rain and my insides aching for more. "Bedroom," I whisper, commanding him to follow, although he's the one in charge, pressing me against the wall near the front door.
We've barely made it inside the house.
A wry smile crosses his lips, and he pulls me against him, letting me feel his cock through his pants. "Lead the way."
His hands are on my waist, my hips, grazing every inch of skin, tugging my jacket over my shoulders and disrobing me before I even make it into the bedroom.
The curtains are closed, and I flip on the light, feeling for it because Noah has me distracted. I’m in my panties and bra, and I spin around to face him, our lips clashing together as I fumble for the last layer of clothes between us. He already removed his shirt, but his pants are still damp from the rain.
I work the button free and bump against the mattress with the backs of my legs, sitting at the edge while I work his pants down. His cock is barely hidden inside his boxers, and I carefully remove them, pleased with the sight in front of me. He’s gorgeous, every inch of him, and my insides ache just staring at his cock.
