“Huh?”
“Take me to your apartment.”
My hair lifts from the wind as I shut the door to my apartment. Noah’s cold hand finds the side of my neck, and he drops his lips to my mouth. My eyes widen briefly beforefalling shut, and my heart skips a beat when I realize what’s happening. The stark difference between the chill of his hands and the warmth flowing from my chest to the pit of my stomach—and lower still—is tantalizing.
His mouth presses to mine, and his tongue parts my lips. I welcome him by fisting the dark fabric of his jacket and melting into his kiss. I knew I missed him while he was gone, but I didn’t understand to what capacity until this moment.
When his lips slow and we part by only a few inches, he drops his forehead to mine, whispering, “I’ve been waiting for that.”
He drapes his jacket over the stool on his way to the couch. I hastily scoop up an empty Chinese food takeout box and a yogurt cup from this morning, throwing them in the trash. My apartment screams, ‘I wasn’t expecting a boy to come over today,’and I’m about to dive for the orange peels on the coffee table, but Noah catches my forearm, and I freeze. His hand electrifies my skin as it slides down to my wrist and his thumb strokes, lazily at the delicate skin there. I ignore the state of my apartment as my sensitive skin throbs beneath his touch, sparking a match inside me.
“Are you hungry?” My voice is barely audible, so I clear it and try again. “We could go out and get some food.”
“I don’t want to go out.” His voice is the opposite of mine. Sure. Confident. Dark. “I just want to be alone with you.”
I sit down beside him, and my breath hitches when he drops to the floor on his knees in front of me. The sight sends a shiver down my spine and a wave of anticipation between my legs. I have to stop myself from pressing my hips forward when Noah hooks his fingers into my leggings and to the tiny scrap of fabric underneath.
One nod of his head, and I lift my hips. His eyes never leave mine, and in one fluid motion, he strips off my pants and tosses them to the floor beside him.
My heart thrums, and my throat goes dry as his handsglide up and down my legs before stopping at my knees and spreading me open.
Oh god.It’s one thing for him to be between my legs while I’m draped in nothing but the moonlight in his dark bedroom. It’s an entirely different feeling to be spread out in front of him in my living room, with the sunlight gleaming off the bright, white snow beyond the bay window, his face just inches away from my throbbing center. It feels completely obscene.
The rough patches on his palm make me shiver as he runs his hands up my thighs. I squeeze my knees together, trapping his broad body between them.
“Turn around.”
“What?” My voice comes out unrecognizably breathy.
“Get on your knees and turn around.”
The lit match in my stomach roars to a full-fledged fire and I do as he says.
I pull my legs up onto the couch, turn around, place my hands on the backrest, and plant my knees. His fingers wrap around the base of my neck, and despite holding my breath in anticipation, a moan escapes me.
My spine shivers as he trails his fingers down the ridges of my back, over each vertebrae until he gets to the dimples at the bottom and presses his thumbs to them. Shivers rack my body when his hands slide over the globes of my ass, and then roughly down the backs of my legs. The suspense takes on a life of its own, threatening to kill me, and all I can do is try to focus on my breathing. Seconds pass, the throbbing between my legs becoming unbearable. I tuck my chin to my shoulder, stealing a peek behind me just in time to catch Noah turning to sit on the floor. I quickly turn back around, and at the same moment, I feel the weight of his head on the couch between my legs.
My jaw drops and my legs tremble, trying to close. When Ilook down and see his eyes burning with desire, the position starts to feel unbelievably vulnerable.
I open my mouth to suggest we go to my room, where we can turn off the lights, close the blinds, and get under the covers, like normal people. But his hands reach around my legs, caressing up and down my thighs, and I soften under his touch until he sinks his fingers a little deeper and pulls me down onto his face.
I buck against the immediate pleasure that bursts through me and let out a feral cry. Fuck the fire, my body feels like it’s fallen into the furthest pits of hell and I’m being engulfed in an inferno of heat.
There’s no warm-up, no teasing, no soft licks or gentle kisses. His mouth covers the entirety of my clit and he sucks. Whether or not I mean to, I rock against him, squeezing my eyes shut. The feeling is so intense that it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hands hold me down against his face as his continues to fuck me with his tongue.
“Noah! I can’t—” I cry out, unable to form a full sentence.
His tongue circles around my clit, and I’m shocked by how quickly I’m about to come. Oral has never been something I’ve sought out. Most guys just haphazardly flick their tongues around, not having a single idea what they’re aiming for. What Noah is doing feels euphoric.
He lets up, and I want to simultaneously cry from relief and scream because I need more. His teeth clamp down gently before he places a chaste kiss on my now dripping pussy. I’m chasing a high that I’m not sure I can handle, so when I think he’s done, I lift my hips slightly. The pressure between my legs has become unbearable, and I’m desperate to press them together.
“Savannah.” His fingers tighten. “Watch.”
I let out a strangled cry when Noah sucks my overly sensitive bud into his mouth again.
“Goddamn!”The eye contact and sheer hunger in his stareare somehow more intimate than what his mouth is doing. I rock against him and he fucks me with his tongue more rapidly now. My orgasm rocks through me, shattering me into a million pieces, and I’m trembling against his face. His tongue slows to gentle sweeps as I try to catch my breath and ride out the last of the waves.
Sweat trickles down the nape of my neck. Noah places one more soft kiss on my clit, causing me to fall forward onto the back of the couch, as he slides out from under me.
