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Then he flipped her over, pulled her knees up to her shoulders and started all over again.
Her nails scored grooves in his biceps. “Yes, Noah. More please. Give me more!”
Her insatiable demand triggered his own.
Sweat poured down his temple, dripping into his mouth before landing in hot splotches on her stomach.
His balls tightened as his pleasure gathered strength. Heaven help him, he was going to come way before he was ready, but there was no help for it. She undid him in ways he was beginning to fear he’d never understand.
“Noah,” she groaned, and he lost another layer of reason.
Her inner muscles tightened. “Do I make you feel good, baby? Is that why you’re so wet, so tight for me?”
“Yes!”
He braced his hand on either side of her head and planted kisses between her breasts. “You feel so gorgeous.”
She shuddered and turned her face to his. Shamelessly, she grazed her cheek against his rough stubble. “Make me come, Noah. Please. I’m dying.” Her voice broke.
He shut his eyes against the sound of her pleas. God, she was incredible. He kissed her cheek and caught her lobe between his teeth. “It’ll be my pleasure, baby.”
Sliding his hand between their bodies, he slid two fingers alongside her clit, squeezing the nerve-engorged nub between his knuckles.
She started to come with a low keen. She turned her face and kissed his hand next to her head on the bed.
Shock slammed through him when he realized her cheek was wet with tears. “Oh, baby.”
Her silent tears turned into hoarse sobs and he started to unravel. “God. Leia.”
His seed gushed out of him with the force of a power hose, scalding him as he filled her to overflowing. The sensation was so intense, he roared, tipping forward as his body gave way under the torrent of pleasure.
Vaguely, he felt her fingers thread through his, her lips touching his flesh over and over in silent benediction as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life.
He knew he was crushing her, that he needed to move. But the semen gushing out of his cock showed no sign of abating.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “I can’t stop coming.”
She shuddered beneath him, and he sucked in a frantic breath.
Get hold of yourself, dammit.
Wrapping his arms around her, he turned them sideways. Her head flopped weakly onto his arm, her silky hair covering her face. He felt her chest expand as she sucked in a breath and felt a twinge of guilt.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She kissed his forearm. “I’m a little sore but it’s a good pain.” She fell silent for a moment, but he sensed she had more to say.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just… didn’t mean to cry again.”
He pushed the hair out of her face. She was flushed with embarrassment and her eyes were slightly red with her tears. She’d never looked more beautiful.
“Do you have any idea what it does to a guy… what it does tometo have you cry when I fuck you?”
She grimaced. “Is it a good thing?”
He laughed, and he realized his heart was bursting with emotions he couldn’t name. “It’s a fantastic thing. Don’t ever hold back what you’re feeling, especially if it’s a first.”