Page 75 of The Christmas Fix
“Touch and taste faster, or I’ll make you,” she threatened.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Ignoring her warning, Noah leisurely sucked her other nipple into his mouth. Cat bowed off the table and used her nails to carve shallow trenches into his shoulders. She wanted to take and take and shove him off that precipice of control so Noah would free fall with her. She couldn’t handle the measured worship of her body by his.
It was doing things to her heart, her head. Confusing her.
Sex in Cat’s world was simple, physical, enjoyable. But this? What Noah was doing to her with just his mouth? It was something that walked the razor’s edge of pleasure and torture.
There was a power struggle happening right here on her dining room table, and she was losing. She was melting under his soft kisses and gentle hands.
His erection was evident under the zipper of his pants. The fabric strained around the demanding column of steel.
His mouth was working its way across her ribs and over her stomach. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pants, and she heard the murmur of approval when those fingertips didn’t find any barriers underneath.
He slid the pants down her thighs, taking his time to enjoy the skin to skin contact. His fingers blazed hot, bright paths down the backs of her thighs, her knees, her calves. He knelt before her and Cat felt the anticipation that ached inside her echo hollowly.
With the finesse of a man who had all the time in the world, Noah brought his lips to the inside of her knee. The shock of it, the neediness that bloomed within her, heightened every sensation. She was beyond sensitive, beyond primed.
Gently, he pressed her legs open wider until they hooked on opposite corners of the table. Vulnerable, spread bare before him, Cat watched him.
He was studying her body as if it were a fine work of art. Something to be appreciated, admired. The touch of his fingers stroking inside her thighs was driving her to madness. She needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her.
And just when she thought she might die from need on the table, she felt the tip of his tongue trace its way around her smooth folds. Still, he wasn’t touching her where she needed it most. But he couldn’t possibly hold out much longer, and then he’d give her what she craved.
“Noah!” His name was a strangled gasp forced from her throat. One stroke of his tongue from her aching center through her sex and over her clit delivered a creeping blackness at the edges of her vision.
Reflexively she tried to close her legs. But Noah’s big hands closed over her thighs spreading her open. He stroked her again with his magical, glorious mouth. Lapping at her, tasting, teasing. Cat’s legs quivered at the knife’s edge of pleasure that was cutting her to ribbons.
“So beautiful. So perfect,” he whispered against her as his mouth worked her closer and closer to release.
Noah was destroying her cell by cell. Cat couldn’t move, much less participate, dragging him over the edge for a fast fuck that she so enjoyed. She couldn’t do anything but lay there and take layer after layer of silky pleasure that his mouth dealt her.
She could feel the tightening, the drawing in of her muscles as they begged for an orgasm she knew she’d never forget. The tingling began in the soles of her feet and sparked all the way up her spine.
“N-Noah,” she gasped.
Knowing her body with an impossibly intimate knowledge, Noah drove two fingers into her tight sheath. The invasion of his flesh against hers, the skillful stroke of his tongue, sent Cat spiraling into the abyss. Colors, pinks and reds and golds, danced before her eyes as her muscles pulled him deeper and deeper. She went blind and deaf. Cat could only feel as each explosion traveled the entire length of her body and back again to her throbbing core.
She gasped, words failing her as Noah gentled his mouth against her tiny bud of nerves.
Thoughts, wild and terrifying, careened through her mind. She pushed them aside and focused on the only one that mattered.More.
She levered up off the table and pushed Noah all the way to the floor.
“Cat, let me—”
She wasn’t letting Noah anything at this point. Her legs were so weak her thighs were trembling.
“My turn,” she argued, her throat raw from her cries.
She undid his belt and zipper in record time, even with the post-orgasmic tremors in her fingers. The fabric of his pants smooth and soft beneath her hands.
She felt Noah’s reluctance at her haste, but she wanted him out of his comfort zone just as he’d dragged her out of hers. She wanted to show him the mind-clearing elation of fast and hard.
She worked his pants down his thighs to his ankles, and leaving his boots on, she crawled up his body, pausing to bite his inner thigh hard.
His cock jerked before her eyes, and his guttural groan was fucking music to her ears. She hadn’t even touched him yet, and precum was leaking from the crown of his—as predicted—impressive cock.
