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NOAH

I’ll be gentle

Millie’s pupils dilating is all I need to see to make a move.

I lean down and press my lips to hers and she lets out a tiny, blissful moan at the contact. The sound shoots straight to my balls and our lips start to move against each other’s, her hands gripping the front of my shirt.

She’s a great kisser. Her lips are the perfect amount of soft.

She teases me by sliding in the tip of her tongue, before retracting.

It drives me crazy, and I respond by digging one hand into her hip, smoothing the other around her back to grip her nape.

I angle my head to get more of her, steering her backwards towards the bed, feasting off the breathless gasps escaping her mouth.

She pulls back to look up at me. “At least it’s a real bed this time.”

I smile, my gaze drifting to her swollen lips. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. You?”

I tighten my hand at her neck. “You have no idea how much.”

I’m not sure how we got here, or what this means going forward, but I know I desperately want her. I know I need to talk to her about where my head’s at, but right now, all I want to do is enjoy this.

I kiss her cheek, peppering my way slowly down the side of her neck. Her body surrenders to me, and she tilts her head, breathing loudly.

“How do you want it, Maelstrom?” I whisper in her ear. “Slow? Fast? Do you want me to fuck you so hard the neighbours hear you scream my name?”

She exhales a shaky breath. “Can we do all of the above?”

I snicker. “Gladly.”

I bend down and grip the back of her thighs, hoisting her from the floor. She squeals and wraps her legs around my waist, kissing my neck as I walk us the rest of the way to the bed. When I reach the edge, I slowly lower Millie and she lies down, staring up at me.

Silently, I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her silky legs. She’s wearing a lacy black thong, and I can’t stifle my groan. “Damn.”

Millie giggles again. “I was presumptuous wearing these, wasn’t I?”

“You’re a sneaky little minx,” I scold mockingly, kneeling over her. I guide her arms above her head and remove her shirt, exposing a matching lace bra and I tut under my breath. “You are so fucking hot.”

Millie bites her bottom lip, watching as I drink her in. “This hardly seems fair. You’re still fully clothed.”

“Let me enjoy this view,” I insist.

Millie cackles again. She seems elated, lying half-naked underneath me. “Noah . . .”

I jump off the bed quickly, shucking my shirt in one fluid motion, followed by my shorts, so I’m left in a pair of black briefs. Millie’s gaze darts below my waistline to my dick practically bursting through the material.

“Fuck, you make me hard,” I grunt.

Millie sits up on her elbows and I drop my jocks to the floor, kicking them aside. My hard dick springs free and Millie’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”

“Please, keep feeding my ego.” I grin. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Millie swallows loudly as I step closer, stroking up and down my shaft. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

A volt of electricity shoots to my cock and my grin vanishes as I push Millie onto her back. I straddle her again and line myself up, rubbing my dick over her underwear in slow strokes. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her breaths becoming shorter and shallower.

I replace my dick with my hand, gently rubbing up and down over the lace, my jaw gritting when I feel how wet she is through the material. “You are so wet.”

Millie groans as I push the material aside and slide my fingers into her slit. She’s soaking and it only makes me harder. I’m going to have to work to not blow my load in an embarrassingly short time.

I readjust myself so I’m hovering above her, keeping my hand between her legs. She gazes up at me with fire in her eyes and grabs my face, pulling me in for a ravaging kiss.

My tongue sweeps into her mouth hungrily, eagerly swallowing the gasps and moans she’s crying out with. I turn my hand so the palm of it rubs against her mound, and she lifts her hips, meeting me as I continuously rub against her.

She rips her mouth from mine, out of breath. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Good.” I keep my moving my hand, leaning back so I can watch her face. “I want you to come right now like a good girl.”

She moans at those words, and I keep moving my hand, watching as she climbs to her climax.

“That’s it, Millie. Keep moving against me.

You look so hot, getting yourself off.” When she cries out at her release, I almost come myself.

She snaps her head back and sits in her bliss for several beats before peeking her eyes at me.

“You have magic hands,” she purrs.

“I do,” I agree. “I also think you have a praise kink.” Millie looks at me quizzically. “You like encouragement and rewards for your efforts,” I add.

Millie grins lazily. “That’s not exactly news. I’m a do-gooding, overachiever, remember?”

“True. You like feedback,” I whisper hoarsely, skating my lips over the shell of her ear. Millie shudders beneath me. “You liked it when I ordered you to ride my face in the tent. You liked it when I told you how sexy you looked making yourself come. You like being told you’re a good girl.”

Millie inhales sharply, her hands reaching up to dig into my flesh. When I pull back to peer down at her, I find her gaze blazoned with lust, her chest heaving with shallow pants. “Tell me you brought condoms,” she rasps.

“Of course I did.”

She smirks. “Now, who’s presumptuous?”

“Not presumptuous, prepared.” I scoot off her and dive for the box of condoms in my overnight bag so fast that Millie laughs. When I come back to the foot of the bed, she’s still tittering to herself, her dark curls splayed above her head, her cheeks rosy from exertion. She’s ethereal.

My hands fish out a condom and I tear open the packet with my teeth, spitting the wrapper on the floor. I lift my gaze to Millie’s face as I roll the condom on and her eyes flare with heat. As I lower my body back over hers, her breaths become uneven.

I kiss her again. Fireworks dance in my mouth and shoot to my stomach, exploding with desire as I taste her. She tastes sweet from the port and her strawberry lip balm, and I decide it’s my favourite flavour in the universe.

Millie grabs my head and pulls me closer, swirling her tongue inside my mouth as if she’s trying to devour me. Her hips press up and my right hand runs down her hip to scoop her ass cheek, nudging her leg aside to make room. Millie’s legs fall apart.

We don’t stop kissing. I don’t know how to stop.

She pulls at my hair and my nerve-endings crackle at the sharp pain. I nip at her mouth, and she hums. As she starts to rock her hips against me, I snicker into her mouth. I know she wants me to slide in, but I make her wait.

Our lips somehow break apart and I stare down at her, my hips between her legs, ready at her entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t want gentle?” I ask. “Because I can be gentle.”

Millie nods. “I know you can. But right now, I want it hard.”

My heart nearly explodes out of my chest at her words, and I slam all the way inside her without a second thought. The animal cry that tears from Millie’s throat is almost enough to tip me over the edge.

“You okay?” I pant, holding still inside her. The pause is as much for my benefit as hers. I have to take a beat to make sure I don’t come before she does. She feels incredible, her body moulding to mine like we’re two jigsaw pieces finally clicking into place.

She nods, sweat shimmering her forehead. “God, yes. Keep going.”

I nip her bottom lip as I rapidly increase my pace, up and down, in circular motions, watching Millie’s face for cues, listening to her sounds for guidance. The feel of her under me is ecstasy, the way she writhes and pants, the way she stares at me with hooded eyes and uninhibited lust.

Millie said she didn’t want gentle, and I’m determined to give her what she wants.

She squeals as I pull out of her and flip her over, guiding her to her hands and knees.

I note how she grips the sheets as I sink back inside, her cries ricocheting around the room.

Over and over, I slam into Millie, watching her head tip back, the pleasure in her wails washing over me.

When she tightens around my cock, it takes every bit of willpower not to blow my load early. I grab her hair and pull her towards me, my chest to her back as she climbs to her orgasm.

“Noah . . .”

“I know, baby.” Sweat drips from my forehead as I keep my rhythm steady. “Come for me, again.”

She moans, rolling her eyes back to look at me. “More of that.”

I grin. “I knew you liked it. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

Millie’s guttural groans shoot straight to my dick, and I know I’m seconds away from coming. I keep thrusting, keep gyrating my hips, and hitting the spot I know is about to tip her over the edge.

“Right now,” I command, as my balls tighten. “Come for me right now.”

Millie throws herself back to a four-point kneeling position and seconds later a choked sob, followed by a scream, rips from her throat.

I pound into her at a feral pace, white hot flames shooting from my hips and up my spine as I explode. I chase the euphoria, leaning down and biting Millie’s neck as I come, my trembling arms barely able to keep myself up as I ride out my high.

When I can finally move again, I pull out of her and turn her back over, collapsing on top of her. She hooks her legs around my back, running her hands through my damp hair. I can hear her heartbeat thundering under my ear and I try to slow my breathing as we come down from our shared high.

“Are you okay?” I finally ask.

Millie tugs at my hair and I lift my head, resting my chin right near her breasts. “You know we’re doing that again, right?”

“Definitely.”