Page 97 of The King Contract
“You like it,” I taunt.
I let out a desperate breath at the contact from his mouth. How perfect his weight feels on top of me. Noah slides a hand down between us and rubs my thigh over my sundress, sending shivers through my bones. He kisses the side of my neck, moving slowly towards my face before hovering above my mouth, while continuing his slow hand movement between my legs.
“Ilovewhen you give me shit,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip. “It’s hot when you tell me off.”
“You must’ve loved me since the minute we reconnected,” I say with a grin.
Noah stares down at me, his green eyes searching my face for something I can’t discern. “Damn straight, Maelstrom.”
I swallow down a sudden wave of nerves as Noah kisses me with an energy that sets my body on fire. It’s slow and teasing, our tongues swirling together in between nips and bites of our lips. I run my hands over his stubble as it tickles my chin. His body rubs against mine, his hardness pressing into my stomach is almost painful.
I lift my hips on instinct, grinding myself against him as I run my hands through his hair, pulling his face closer. The shift in movement takes our tempo from slow and sensual to urgent and Noah swallows my pants, kissing me so desperately I barely have time to draw breath.
In a matter of seconds, my dress ends up over my head and on the floor, my bra and panties following in quick succession. Noah somehow removes his shorts and underwear and then we’re both naked, Noah still on top of me, breathing heavily.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since you left the other day,” he admits. His green eyes glisten with uninhibited lust as he pushes my hair from my forehead.
“Me too,” I breathe.
“Your body feels so good underneath me.” He lifts himself up on one elbow and peers down between us, using his other hand to guide himself over me. “And on top of me. And next to me.”
I groan at the feel of him between my legs. “I don’t need foreplay right now.”
He chuckles, sliding off the couch. “Let me grab a condom.”
“Hurry up.”
Noah ducks to grab a packet from a drawer in the kitchen and re-enters the living room, rolling it on himself. I restlessly shift as I watch him stalk towards me, his hooded eyes lingering on the space between my legs. “You’re greedy tonight.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to help it.” Noah reaches for my calf muscles and yanks me so I’m closer to the edge of the sofa, guiding my feet over his shoulders. “I love when you tell me what you want.”
Noah’s brought that out of me in such a short time. Whilst I might still get a bit embarrassed talking about sex so openly, my actions speak volumes. I grinded against him first. I kissed him first. I was a woman possessed when we went camping, and when we have sex? Noah makes me feel like I’m not only safe, but sexy and wanted. And I love being able to make his eyes flare with heat.
“I want to be on top,” I tell him.
Noah’s sexy smile curls as he leans down, my legs still over his shoulders. “Whatever you want, Maelstrom.”
He scoops me up and plops me on my feet before sitting on the couch. His hands wrap around the back of my thighs, and he looks up at me through his lashes.
“I’m all yours, baby,” he purrs.
I place my hands on his shoulders and straddle his thighs, rubbing myself on his hard length. We groan simultaneously as I slowly lower myself onto him, air getting trapped in my throat as he fills me deeper and deeper. “Oh, Jesus,” I pant, as I take him to the hilt.
Noah looks at me like he’s drunk, kissing my breasts and leaning in to take a nipple in his mouth. His hands are everywhere, setting my entire body alight. The way he gazes at me, like I’m someone to be worshipped, is more of a turn-on than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I slowly rock my hips, and he groans in pleasurable pain, tilting his head back as he meets my movements. His hands find my butt cheeks and he guides me back and forth, guttural sounds growling from his throat with every thrust.
It’s empowering seeing the awestruck look on Noah’s face. The slightly parted lips as he grips my hips rolling against him. My clit continues to rub his pubic bone and the intensity builds, my back arching in response. I increase my tempo, relishing the mild pain of Noah’s fingertips sinking into my flesh.
“You look so good riding me,” Noah pants.
“Keep talking,” I groan.
“No one takes my cock as well as you,” he rasps. “Your pussy is so tight.”
White hot flames lick at my core, and I let out another moan, my hands gripping into Noah’s chest for support. “Oh, god.”
