Noah’s Journey(19)

“Yes,” she whispered.

Looking up at her, I continued to suck lightly on her nipple, teasing the peak with a flip of my tongue. I released it and trailed my tongue along her stomach. Our gazes connected as she panted with need.

With a slow, teasing movement, I gently began to lower her pants, not yet letting my eyes wander from hers. The coloring in her cheeks showed how frantic she felt. This tension between us had been building a long time, and it had been placed on hold for long enough. In that moment, I was sure there had never been a woman I wanted more than I wanted Alena.

As I rose up enough to toss her pants to the floor, I reached for my wallet and fumbled for a condom. I had placed it there weeks ago when I had first taken Alena out, hoping the night would lead to us needing it.

She watched me closely as I took the opportunity to unbuckle my own jeans and remove them before tossing them onto the pile of clothes now covering her floor. I smirked as I allowed her the time to scan my body while I did the same with hers. She was fucking beautiful, and I was trembling with the need to take her and truly make her mine.

She parted her legs as I slid my hands up her thighs and stopped at the edge of her panties. The silky material was dampened by her arousal. I pressed my thumb over that spot and made a circular motion, and she moaned a needy yes while lifting her hips from the mattress.

“Please,” she whimpered, and I looked up to find her lips slightly parted, her tongue resting against her lower lip. “I want you,” she confessed.

No longer was she my sassy girl, she was needy and demanding. This sparked my arousal. I slipped my finger beneath the side of the pink silk covering her pussy and slid it through her wetness. “Damn, Alena, so wet.”

I pulled the material to the side, lowered my body between her thighs, and ran the tip of my tongue along the crease of her leg. I left a trail of kisses as I descended on her clit. As I sucked and bit it gently, she began rotating her hips, begging for more.

The moment I pressed my tongue inside her, she moaned. “Noah, yes,” she said as she rocked against my face. It took what felt like seconds before she fisted the sheets at her sides and tensed as she came.

The flushed tone of her skin was a sure sign Alena was riding high.





Chapter Eleven





Alena



I had never come so hard. I mean, yeah, I’ve had some pretty amazing orgasms, but that one took my breath away. It truly had to have been from the built-up tension I’d felt since I first met Noah. I had fantasized about this very moment for so long, and now I felt like a crazed woman.

I wanted more. God, I needed more.

When the fog began to fade, I opened my eyes to find Noah hovering above me. As his lips crashed against mine, his hardness pressed against my sensitive center. I could taste myself on his lips, and the idea of what he had just done enhanced my need for more.

I wrapped a leg around him, urging him to give me what I craved.

During the time it took me to come down from my recent high, he must have taken a moment to put on the condom, because when he pulled back, I could see he was more than ready.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he pressed his cock against my wetness and began sliding inside me. “So good.”

It was like someone had yelled go, because he slammed inside me then, and we both moaned as our bodies began racing for more. More was all I could think of as I gripped his shoulder and rocked my hips with his.

I had never in my life felt more alive than I did right then.



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My body felt like it was made of lead as I lay stomach-down against the mattress. I could barely hold my eyes open, and there was no way I could walk. I would surely collapse to the floor if I tried.

Noah was unbelievably giving—and an overachiever. I’m not complaining in any way, but I think if this keeps up, he may kill me. I could faintly feel a gentle touch along my shoulder blade as I attempted to lift my head. Noah’s deep chuckle filled the silence, and a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “Why are you laughing?”

“’Cause you are damn cute,” he said as he continued to trail his fingertip along my back and then back up again, over my shoulder. “You gonna make it?”

“Well, that depends.” My voice sounded muffled as my face was still partially buried in the pillow. “Do you plan on doing that again, or do I get time to recover?”

Once again, a husky chuckle filled the room. “Oh, darlin’, I plan on doing that and a whole lot more, over and over again,” he assured me.

I groaned, and he placed a kiss against my shoulder. “But I promise I’ll give you some time to reboot before I take over again.”

Like I said, he was a giving man.