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Literally.

Glancing down at his sheathed dick again, I was sure my eyes glazed as I tried to make sense of what was in front of me.

I knew it was heavy when I made him come for me Saturday. But I didn’t know all the work his briefs were doing by hidingall of thatfrom me.

Noah’s lips curved and he ran a hand over the length of it again, making sure the condom was snuggly in place.

My mouth was slightly ajar from the width and curve of it. “God, you have a pretty dick,” I breathed.

“Then sit on it, Red.”

Everything after that was a blur of decisions and movements.

I bit my lip and widened my knees, knowing I would need the leverage to sit on him like I wanted.

Then I hovered over him, letting his dick run along my clit and slit a few times before I lined him up with my entrance.

Every time an inch disappeared inside of me, I circled my hips and hissed at the way he stretched me.

I did that until all of him was inside of me and a dull ache filled my core, making my thighs shake prematurely.

Noah watched it all with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, giving me time to adjust. Then he grabbed my hips and rocked into me. Slowly. Deliberately.

The friction. The fullness. It made my eyes roll back and my hands covered his, needing the connection while my body stretched. And stretched.

“Yes, Noah.” The fullness was everything I wanted and the man beneath me was everything I needed.

When I finally started riding him, I was so soaked, the sound of my wetness hitting his torso every time I came down drowned any other noise in the room.

Noah’s hands stayed at my hips, steady in the midst of my jerky, frantic movements.

And I promise you, he grew thicker inside of me. I didn’t know what kind of magic it was, but I wasn’t complaining. The more I had of him, the more I wanted.

My chest burned, tightening from the oxygen I wasn’t giving it.

As if he read my mind, Noah’s fingers dug into my hip until I felt a bite of pain, a silent warning and plea for my attention.

I met his gaze and slowed my hips enough to hear his rough words.

“Breathe, Red.”

Iwasbreathing. It just wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough for the way this man felt inside of me.

And when I stopped moving to give my legs a break, he moved me up and down his dick with a finesse that made my toes curl and a raw scream leave my throat.

“Noah.” I was weeping. A whole fucking mess on top of this man and I didn’t care.

When my legs shook uncontrollably, he went from controlling my pace to holding me down while he fucked into me from the bottom.

Every upward stroke stole a piece of my soul.

Every thrust kissed my clit with friction.

Every flex of his fingers made me want more. And more. And more.

Each time I caught my breath, I lost it again. Until I came careening over the cliff and fell into his chest with as much grace as a hurricane.

Noah caught me easily, somehow still pumping into me until his body stilled and we both shook around each other.