Page 100 of When the Stars Rise

“That was fun. I love it when the naughty schoolgirl makes an appearance.”

“I love it when you punish me for being naughty.”

He leans down and kisses my lips, then pulls back, his eyes flitting over my face. “Hi.”

I laugh a little. “Hi.”

He kisses the corner of my mouth, my jaw, the side of my neck and peppers kisses down my body. I grab the back of his head. “What are you doing? I want you inside me,” I grit out.

He laughs. “So impatient. I want to take my time with you. Make this last.” He kisses the fleshy underside of my breast, slow and lingering. Such a soft, sweet kiss. My hands ball into fists. I don’t want soft and sweet.

“I thought we were going for quick and dirty.”

He slips his finger under the waistband of my panties and slides it back and forth from one hipbone to the other. My thighs clench.

He lifts his head, eyes dancing with mischief. “Change of plan.”

Then he dips his head, tugs the waistband between his teeth, and slides the panties down my thighs until they’re around my ankles. He rips them off my body and tosses them across the room, then kisses his way back up my body.

My fingers curl around the back of his neck as his lips crash onto mine. He guides his tip to my entrance, pushing into me slowly, one inch at a time, until he’s buried to the hilt. I cry out in frustration when he pulls out until only his tip is in. His pace is maddeningly slow. I lift my hips, trying to take him in deeper, and rake my nails down his back, urging him to go faster.

“Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”

He laughs, the sound low and husky, and takes my face in his hands. “Open your eyes.” He waits until my eyes lock onto his. I love his forest eyes. I can see my whole world in them.

“Keep your eyes on mine.”

It’s so much more intense this way. I feel like he’s holding me captive. Stripping my soul bare.

“Noah,” I whisper. That’s all I say.

“I know,” His voice is hushed, almost reverent, and I can see in his eyes that he understands what I mean without having to say it. He feels it, too—this deep connection that goes beyond sex. I don’t know where he begins, and I end.

My body trembles… with need… with want… with longing.

It’s so overwhelming.

“Please? I–”

Thrust.

My back arches off the mattress.

Thrust.

I can’t live without you.

Thrust.

He swivels his hips and pushes so deep inside me that I gasp. Oh… God. This feels so good.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

I find his eyes, and he rewards me by thrusting harder and faster. The bed shakes as he pounds into me and sweat drips from his forehead onto my skin.

I can feel the orgasm building inside me. My legs lock even tighter around his waist, and I clench around him.

“That’s it. Clench my cock with that sweet pussy of yours,” he rasps. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.”