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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 I look 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.

“God damn!” The eye contact and sheer hunger in his stare are 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.

My head has barely stopped spinning when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against his warm chest, and leaves a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck. The gentle touch of his lips is a full one-eighty from the things that come out of his mouth.

One hand tangles in the back of my hair while the other slides up my inner thigh until it’s practically gliding and it’s now I realize that I’m dripping. I inch my knees together, but I’m stopped short by the tug at the back of my hair.

“Don’t even think about it,” his husky mummer vibrates across my skin. I drop my head back onto his shoulder.

His fingers, which were just sliding through my arousal, inch over between my lips, and I buck against the sensation. My eyes fall closed, and for the first time in my life, I beg. “More, please. I need more.”

Two fingers tease my entrance and I grind my hips down, desperate to take more of him.

“You feel that, Savannah?” His fingers inch higher until he’s three knuckles deep, and I’m panting. “You feel the way your pussy is dripping all over me?”

“Y-yes.” I shamelessly shift my hips from side to side, attempting to grind against his palm.

“I want to feel it on my cock.”

He removes his hand and I grit my teeth to hold in my scream. The sound of the foil packet being torn open has me leaning forward to hold onto the back of the couch with shaky arms. I inhale sharply as his hand grips my waist and I feel the weight of his tip at my entrance.

My knuckles turn pale and I angle my hips, pressing my ass out towards him, silently begging him to fill me. I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling at that.

He slides his oversized head in, and he splays his palm across my lower back, pressing me down a little further.

“Fuck me. You should see how good you look stretching over my cock.” He pushes in another inch before pulling almost fully out.

“Noah.” My plea falls on deaf ears because he pushes in again, this time somehow even slower. I can feel the ridges and veins of each inch he drags through me.

“Fuck! Please!” I cry.

I’m left panting and painfully empty when he pulls out, leaving only his tip inside me.

He uses his hold on my hair for leverage and pulls me from the couch until my back is flush with his body again.

His tongue and teeth lap and nip at my neck before he whispers in my ear, “You’re so sweet when you’re begging, Savvy girl.

What happened to that smart-ass mouth of yours that I’ve come to love so much? ”

His touch is hypnotizing. I can physically feel the blood pumping in my exposed neck.

My chest is heaving and my clit is throbbing, the pressure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I can’t think straight. All I know is I need more.

Now. “Noah. With all the disrespect in the world,” I pant. “Shut the fuck up.”

A soft huff of laughter caresses my ear. “There she is.” I’m shoved forward, as he drives into me, bottoming out. “Brat.”

I catch myself on the back of the couch. The air is sucked from my lungs as he fills me. I let my face rub against the back of the couch while he continues to push inside of me at a violent pace.

My ass slaps against his front, and I’m already so sensitive that the angle I’m bent at hits just the right spot. I scream his name, and his answering grunt lets me know his release is close.

“Come, Savannah.” His thick shaft moves in and out, rougher than before. “I want to feel your greedy little cunt suck me dry.”

My walls start to constrict around him, squeezing him so tight.

“Fuck!” he screams.

And hearing him come undone because of me pushes me over the edge.

The pleasure is blinding, and I continue to pulse around him, holding onto the feeling of him twitching inside me.

He braces his arms on either side of the couch, leaning his weight against my back while he’s still inside me.

I smile, listening to his labored breathing in between the kisses he leaves on my shoulder.