Earlier in the day, it was light and playful. Now it's cracking and sizzling. His eyes are again burning through my clothes. I can't help but wonder if he has any idea what I'm planning.
After I finish my third glass of champagne, Noah sets it aside. "I want tipsy, not drunk," he whispers in my ear, before running his tongue down my neck. He has one hand at the back of my neck, and I can't help myself, I rest my hand on the chiseled muscles lining his stomach and chest. The muscles beneath my fingers are hard, but his skin is soft and inviting.
"Did you have a good time today?" He asks as I climb on top and straddle him.
"Yes," I answer with a moan in a low voice, my eyes closed.
He takes a deep breath while running his hands from my knees to mid-thigh and back again. "God, Lexi. That sound. I'm hard already."
"Good." I take his hands and move them up to the top of my thighs, under my dress. With his hands carefully placed, I interlock my fingers behind his neck, lean into him and initiate a kiss that I hope expresses how much I want him.
Just as I hoped, Noah's hands move up my hips, and then around to my ass. He groans and moves my hips back and forth over him, rubbing against him. One hand stays on my ass, the other slips around front and I feel his fingers gliding over me.
"Fuck, have you been going commando all day?"
"Nah, I ditched the underwear before we came out. I figured they could only get in the way."
"You're so wet already," he says before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it. "You want to go inside?"
I shake my head. "No." I reach into my bra and pull out the square wrapper I hid in there. "I want you here, under the stars."
"Lexi Sutton, when did you get to be such a naughty girl?" He asks his eyes gleaming.
"When I decided I wanted to be with my party boy."
He pulls his hands out from under my dress and cups my face.
"Don't do it because you think it's what I want."
"So you don't want to fuck me right now?"
"You know I do. But I can wait until we get in the house."
"I can't. This is what I want."
"In that case, have your way with me."
I nod and unbutton his shorts. Noah waits for me to pull them and his underwear down enough to release him from his confinement. It's my first real look at him. I reach my hand down between us, and stroke his long, thick shaft. He doesn't move. He just watches me. Every cell of my body fills with heat. I know it's from more than a blush that I'm holding him out in the open. That's part of it, but the other part, the greater part is the heat of wanting him to ease the ache inside me.
Noah pulls my head to his and explores my mouth with his tongue. I shift on his lap, and rub against him, flesh to flesh. My pulse races, tiny beads of sweat form at my creases. I pick the foil packet up off the blanket where he left it, and hand it to him. Understanding that I don't want to wait any longer, Noah rolls the condom on, and then helps guide me down onto him. I wince as his tip enters me.
"You're so tight, baby. Go slow," he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my back.
I hold his shoulders, digging my fingers and nails into him as I slide down his length. He pulls me against his chest and holds me tight without moving his lower body.
"Nice and easy."
I expected this to go so much better. I planned to get on top of him and rock his world, not have him talk me through it. How could I be his sex goddess if I'm so unsure of myself. Once I've come down on his full length, and have given myself a chance to get used to his size, I lift my hips until he's almost out, and come down again, and again. Faster. Harder. Once I find a rhythm we both like I stick with it and allow myself to enjoy the feel of him inside me.
Noah's watching me with hooded eyes, like he's in some sort of trance. He lets a loud groan escape his mouth and then pulls me in for a kiss. I'm getting closer, and lose myself to the increased tingling and tension in my lower body. A
After I finish my third glass of champagne, Noah sets it aside. "I want tipsy, not drunk," he whispers in my ear, before running his tongue down my neck. He has one hand at the back of my neck, and I can't help myself, I rest my hand on the chiseled muscles lining his stomach and chest. The muscles beneath my fingers are hard, but his skin is soft and inviting.
"Did you have a good time today?" He asks as I climb on top and straddle him.
"Yes," I answer with a moan in a low voice, my eyes closed.
He takes a deep breath while running his hands from my knees to mid-thigh and back again. "God, Lexi. That sound. I'm hard already."
"Good." I take his hands and move them up to the top of my thighs, under my dress. With his hands carefully placed, I interlock my fingers behind his neck, lean into him and initiate a kiss that I hope expresses how much I want him.
Just as I hoped, Noah's hands move up my hips, and then around to my ass. He groans and moves my hips back and forth over him, rubbing against him. One hand stays on my ass, the other slips around front and I feel his fingers gliding over me.
"Fuck, have you been going commando all day?"
"Nah, I ditched the underwear before we came out. I figured they could only get in the way."
"You're so wet already," he says before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it. "You want to go inside?"
I shake my head. "No." I reach into my bra and pull out the square wrapper I hid in there. "I want you here, under the stars."
"Lexi Sutton, when did you get to be such a naughty girl?" He asks his eyes gleaming.
"When I decided I wanted to be with my party boy."
He pulls his hands out from under my dress and cups my face.
"Don't do it because you think it's what I want."
"So you don't want to fuck me right now?"
"You know I do. But I can wait until we get in the house."
"I can't. This is what I want."
"In that case, have your way with me."
I nod and unbutton his shorts. Noah waits for me to pull them and his underwear down enough to release him from his confinement. It's my first real look at him. I reach my hand down between us, and stroke his long, thick shaft. He doesn't move. He just watches me. Every cell of my body fills with heat. I know it's from more than a blush that I'm holding him out in the open. That's part of it, but the other part, the greater part is the heat of wanting him to ease the ache inside me.
Noah pulls my head to his and explores my mouth with his tongue. I shift on his lap, and rub against him, flesh to flesh. My pulse races, tiny beads of sweat form at my creases. I pick the foil packet up off the blanket where he left it, and hand it to him. Understanding that I don't want to wait any longer, Noah rolls the condom on, and then helps guide me down onto him. I wince as his tip enters me.
"You're so tight, baby. Go slow," he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my back.
I hold his shoulders, digging my fingers and nails into him as I slide down his length. He pulls me against his chest and holds me tight without moving his lower body.
"Nice and easy."
I expected this to go so much better. I planned to get on top of him and rock his world, not have him talk me through it. How could I be his sex goddess if I'm so unsure of myself. Once I've come down on his full length, and have given myself a chance to get used to his size, I lift my hips until he's almost out, and come down again, and again. Faster. Harder. Once I find a rhythm we both like I stick with it and allow myself to enjoy the feel of him inside me.
Noah's watching me with hooded eyes, like he's in some sort of trance. He lets a loud groan escape his mouth and then pulls me in for a kiss. I'm getting closer, and lose myself to the increased tingling and tension in my lower body. A
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