my waist before he falls to his knees on my floor. I have no time to react. His tongue is hot and focused along my folds. I wrap one hand into his hair, pulling his face closer, wanting to negate any distance that is between his mouth and my core.
"Fuck, your pussy is so good." His voice is a muffled hum. "I could do this forever and it would never be enough for me."
I arch my back against the wall and scream when he hoists my left leg over his shoulder.
"I'm going to fill you with my dick when you come." The promise reverberates through me, pulling me closer to the edge. "Come for me, beautiful Alexa. Do it."
I pull hard on his hair as I race to the edge of my desire. I feel the wetness seep from me and I'm rewarded with a moan as he laps greedily at me, purring my name into my flesh.
He finally stands and I see his face. His lips are moist in the light that is shadowing in from the window. His chin is damp and his hair a wickedly sexy mess. I hear the faint sound of a zipper being pulled. "Kiss me." His voice is gruff and intense.
I run my lips along his cheek before I graze them over his. The taste of his breath combined with my lust is fueling my desire even more. I sense his hands moving as I hear the sound of the condom wrapper tearing away.
"I'm going to fuck your beautiful pussy." He pushes my back against the wall, pulling both my legs up and around his waist. He slides into me harshly, abruptly and greedily.
My breasts are heavy and needy, my sex so wet and wanting. I cling tightly to him as he pounds his thick, swollen cock into my body over and over again, the entire time my name is falling from his lips with each deep thrust.
"You're so beautiful, Alexa." His lips trail over my cheek.
I scream as his teeth bear down on the tender flesh of my neck as he races to his own orgasm and pulls another from me.
***
I watch him sleep. After we'd fucked, he'd dragged me to my bed and he ate me with such fury that I came over and over again. Each orgasm was more intense and weakening then the last. Hours passed as he devoured my body. His hands reached every corner of my flesh; his words touched every fiber of my being. He'd finally fallen asleep when I begged him to allow me to get a drink of water. Now, an hour later, I can't bear to take my eyes off his beautiful face.
The quiet hum of a phone jars me and I jump to my feet. I need him to sleep if I'm going to have any chance to rest myself. He was so greedy and hungry for me. I want that again once we've both slept.
I scurry out into the main room to look for my purse so I can fetch my phone and turn it off. Before I can reach for it, I spot Noah's phone hanging out of his jeans pocket. Our clothes are a crumpled mess on the floor. Mine are torn and discarded hastily, his lay strewn in a pile together. I reach for the phone to silence it. My eyes course over the screen. It's a text message. Ari's name is on full display. We haven't spoken of the beautiful brunette who had tried to pry Noah's attention away from me at his gallery opening.
Call me Noah. It's about Camilla. She needs you.
I stare at the screen until it goes dark. Camilla. She's just another part of the riddle that is Noah Foster's complicated life.
Chapter 16
"I'm going downstairs to get some breakfast." I kick the edge of the bed to rouse him. He's been asleep for the past three hours. I couldn't find any peace after seeing that text message. I have no right to be as curious as I am about Ari and Camilla, but I can't help it. If either of them is Noah's version of Liz, I need to know now. I can't travel down that adulterous path again. I won't.
"You should come back to bed." He pulls a hand across his face and I can't help but notice how it stalls just as his fingers trace over the scar. "Alexa, come back to bed."
I've never been to bed, I want to say. Between our marathon fucking session, Brighton's sudden confession of love and Noah's mysterious text message it was
"Fuck, your pussy is so good." His voice is a muffled hum. "I could do this forever and it would never be enough for me."
I arch my back against the wall and scream when he hoists my left leg over his shoulder.
"I'm going to fill you with my dick when you come." The promise reverberates through me, pulling me closer to the edge. "Come for me, beautiful Alexa. Do it."
I pull hard on his hair as I race to the edge of my desire. I feel the wetness seep from me and I'm rewarded with a moan as he laps greedily at me, purring my name into my flesh.
He finally stands and I see his face. His lips are moist in the light that is shadowing in from the window. His chin is damp and his hair a wickedly sexy mess. I hear the faint sound of a zipper being pulled. "Kiss me." His voice is gruff and intense.
I run my lips along his cheek before I graze them over his. The taste of his breath combined with my lust is fueling my desire even more. I sense his hands moving as I hear the sound of the condom wrapper tearing away.
"I'm going to fuck your beautiful pussy." He pushes my back against the wall, pulling both my legs up and around his waist. He slides into me harshly, abruptly and greedily.
My breasts are heavy and needy, my sex so wet and wanting. I cling tightly to him as he pounds his thick, swollen cock into my body over and over again, the entire time my name is falling from his lips with each deep thrust.
"You're so beautiful, Alexa." His lips trail over my cheek.
I scream as his teeth bear down on the tender flesh of my neck as he races to his own orgasm and pulls another from me.
***
I watch him sleep. After we'd fucked, he'd dragged me to my bed and he ate me with such fury that I came over and over again. Each orgasm was more intense and weakening then the last. Hours passed as he devoured my body. His hands reached every corner of my flesh; his words touched every fiber of my being. He'd finally fallen asleep when I begged him to allow me to get a drink of water. Now, an hour later, I can't bear to take my eyes off his beautiful face.
The quiet hum of a phone jars me and I jump to my feet. I need him to sleep if I'm going to have any chance to rest myself. He was so greedy and hungry for me. I want that again once we've both slept.
I scurry out into the main room to look for my purse so I can fetch my phone and turn it off. Before I can reach for it, I spot Noah's phone hanging out of his jeans pocket. Our clothes are a crumpled mess on the floor. Mine are torn and discarded hastily, his lay strewn in a pile together. I reach for the phone to silence it. My eyes course over the screen. It's a text message. Ari's name is on full display. We haven't spoken of the beautiful brunette who had tried to pry Noah's attention away from me at his gallery opening.
Call me Noah. It's about Camilla. She needs you.
I stare at the screen until it goes dark. Camilla. She's just another part of the riddle that is Noah Foster's complicated life.
Chapter 16
"I'm going downstairs to get some breakfast." I kick the edge of the bed to rouse him. He's been asleep for the past three hours. I couldn't find any peace after seeing that text message. I have no right to be as curious as I am about Ari and Camilla, but I can't help it. If either of them is Noah's version of Liz, I need to know now. I can't travel down that adulterous path again. I won't.
"You should come back to bed." He pulls a hand across his face and I can't help but notice how it stalls just as his fingers trace over the scar. "Alexa, come back to bed."
I've never been to bed, I want to say. Between our marathon fucking session, Brighton's sudden confession of love and Noah's mysterious text message it was
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