Page 74 of The King Contract
Noah kneels between my thighs and hooks his fingers around my underwear. With one last look to me, he tugs them and slides them down my legs and off my body.
I am officially half naked with my vagina EXPOSED to Noah King.
I stop breathing.
Noah calmly settles himself between my legs and scrunches up my shirt to expose my midriff. He lowers his head and presses his lips to my stomach. It takes every bit of willpower not to pass out.
His warm lips skate across my abdomen, pressing into my skin, sending shivers up my spine. My lips tremble with anticipation and I slam them together to keep from whimpering.
Noah’s facial hair tickles my skin as his kisses trail further south. He adjusts himself so his shoulders dig into the backs of my thighs, and I do my best to not cringe as I imagine his face mere inches from a place I never thought he’d get remotely close to.
When his mouth skims my inner thigh, I jump. A strong hand presses into my stomach, holding me in place. “Relax.”
“Sorry,” I pant.
“You’re meant to enjoy this,” he reminds me. His voice sounds strained, almost as if he’s as turned on as I am.
“It’s sensitive,” I explain. “I wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen, and it’s been a while so everything’s heightened?—”
His tongue runs up my centre in a fluid movement and I nearly scream. He repeats the movement a few more times, his tongue moving over me with such agonisingly slow precision, my eyes roll into the back of my head. When he uses his hands to spread me wider, I choke.
“Oh, shit!” I cry, slapping my hand over my mouth. “Oh, my god. Sorry!”
I hear Noah chuckle, and I peer between my legs.
And nearly pass out.
His lips glisten fromme, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t ever apologise for that.” His head ducks, and hecontinues where he left off—slow, languid strokes up and down my sensitive flesh.
A long, tormented moan sounds from my mouth. Followed by another and another. The sensation is not like the other times I’ve done this. I’ve had pleasant and fun andnice,but this experience has me in a chokehold. It could be the built-up tension setting me on fire or it’s because Noah King knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s hitting all the right places with expertise, and I’ve never experiencedsomeone so confident with their oral sex actions before. Whatever the reason, I don’t care. I only know I don’t want him to stop.
Noah’s tortuous rhythm builds a fire in my core I didn’t know was possible. He takes his time, drinking me in slowly before increasing his pace, swirling his tongue to bring a different element to the pleasure.
Wanton need replaces doubt and insecurity. I slide my fingers into Noah’s hair to steady myself as I writhe on the mattress, instinctively rocking my hips up into his face to relieve the building pressure.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“That’s my girl,” he growls. “Ride my face.”
The words catch me off-guard and a surge of heat soars from his mouth to my limbs, setting fire to my skin and bones like a beautiful death I never want to be revived from. As my release builds, my hands press Noah’s head closer, and again his tempo increases.
Between my gasps of breath, Noah’s earnest groans fill the tent, and it’s a sound I want to chase. His obvious enthusiasm is such a turn-on, and when my legs tremble in his hands, he grunts again. “Yes, baby. Don’t be shy. Come for me.”
I bite down on my hand as I orgasm, an almost-silent scream ripping from my throat as my entire body shakes with euphoria, my legs locking up around Noah’s head like a vice.
It takes me several beats to come back to Earth, my chest heaving laboriously like I’ve run a marathon, when in fact all I did was lie down and get pleasured by an absolute master. Noah didn’t even use his fingers. Pure mouth action.
I loosen my death-grip on Noah’s head, and he rises, shifting backwards slightly. The look on his face makes me think he’s ready to devour me. His bare chest heaves with mild exertion, a soft glistening of sweat across his pecs as his hooded eyes drink me in. His face is wet and red, and he slowly swipes a thumb across his bottom lip.
“I have no words,” I say honestly, sitting up on my elbows.
Noah’s eyes flash with humour. “That’s a good result.”
In the dim light, I can’t miss the bulge in his pants. Noah tracks my gaze, but to my surprise he twists his lips and reaches for my underwear and shorts and hands them to me.
Disappointment. It fills my chest quickly and unexpectedly.
“This wasn’t tit for tat, Millie,” he rasps.
