A Winter's Date (13 page)

“Do you like that, Noah?” I ask him as I lean back and pull my tank off and toss it. I look back up at him, and his chest is heaving with deep breaths.

“Shit, baby, you’re a fucking expert at pleasing me. I . . .” He hisses through his teeth when I scrape my teeth up his shaft ever so gently. “ . . . motherfucker!”

I love the feeling I get when I hear him lose his cool. I feel exceptionally powerful. He genuinely enjoys every touch, bite, and lick I give him. I cup his heavy balls and feel them tighten with the need for release.

“Fucking shit . . . I’m going to bust in that dirty mouth of yours.”

His fingers move into my hair, and he grips momentarily, but lets go almost instantly as if he remembers himself. He brings his hand down underneath my chin, cupping my face gently, reverently.

“I want it,” I breathe out, taking him in my mouth once again. “Come in my mouth, Noah,” I say when I pull him from my mouth to take a much-needed breath.

His cock jerks violently when I wrap my lips around his shaft again. I keep a fast and steady rhythm with my mouth and hand as I pump him. That’s when he erupts. His hot, silky come spurts into my mouth and coats my throat as he struggles to stand upright. His sultry storm is back with a vengeance as I taste his liquid candy.

I hum my appreciation and swallow everything I can, but there’s still so much that spills from my lips. I look up at him through my lashes as I continue to swallow him. He’s wearing a look of pure euphoria. He tangles his hand in my hair, removing his cock from my mouth. I feel his eyes move down my throat to my breasts, following a trail of his salty pleasure.

“Holy fuck . . . good morning to you too, you sexy piece of ass.”

Before I’m able to say a word, he’s got me on my back on top of the clothes scattered on the bed. I can’t help but giggle and kiss his bare chest. “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling? Are you okay this morning?”

Feeling? The only thing I can feel is the painful ache between my thighs and his hard, pulsing cock pushing against my skin. I pull him down to kiss me hard. My body is coiled and needy. I shake my head no when I release his lips. “Not good.” I whisper out breathlessly. “I’m aching.”

A wrinkle forms between his eyebrows when he frowns. “Your head?” He exhales in a frustrated rush. “I’m so sorry, Heather. I remembered as soon as I pulled. I . . .”

I shake my head to stop him. “No, I’m aching here . . .” I lower my hand down and touch myself when I see recognition flash into his eyes.

His eyes follow my hand, watching me slowly caress my oversensitive skin. “Will I hurt you?” His lips drift across my skin, biting me in every spot he wants and needs.

“No.” I’m clawing at his skin anxiously. “Please, I’m not bleeding anymore, and I haven’t been hurting.” I’m arching my body into his, trying to entice him. God, if he turns me down, I’m going to cry. I want him that badly. His hot hands move down my body and rip my lacy thong off of me.

“Yes . . .” I wail in ecstasy as his finger runs down through my folds.

He’s grinning when he pushes one finger inside; my tight walls lock around his finger as he moves it in and out swiftly. “It’s been a while, ballerina; I think this is going to wear you out. Maybe I should just make you come on my fingers.”

My eyes roll back, and all I can do is gasp. He’s right. There’s no way he’s getting in. I’m too tight.

“We’re not leaving this bedroom until I’ve satisfied your every need,” he insists, and I whimper, reaching for his face and bringing those charming lips to mine.

“Mmm, I love you,” I say quietly as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

He licks my teeth and then my bottom lip as we kiss, replying under his breath, “I love you, Heather Lane.”

He pushes his finger up to my sweet spot before adding a second. My body jolts, and I moan against his lips. He’s pushing me to the brink—and fast; I’m so, so close. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been intimate.

“Oh . . . yes, right there.”

He’s using his thumb to help me chase my orgasm as he coaxes my little bundle of nerves from beneath its hood.

“Let me feel that pussy come.”

Right then he nips at my neck, and I crack under the pressure of his fingers.

“Ah . . . Noah!”

I convulse uncontrollably as thunderous quakes rack my body. I scream out as the paralyzing bliss overwhelms every cell inside of me. I can feel his low rumbling growl against my neck as he moves and bites another spot.

My fingers dig into his arm, and I start begging, “Please, please don’t make me wait. I need you now. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“You’re going to wait whether you like it or not. I will not damage or hurt you. No exception,” he states as he kisses my breasts and down my stiff, needy body to the inside of my quivering thighs. I’m panting, and I can’t wait. I want him so badly that I’m about to take it from him. I move my body down, and he stops moving. I reach for his shaft and try to maneuver myself to get what I want. I’ve never felt this way before. My hormones are raging.

He grabs my hips and halts my movements. “Heather, no.” I can feel the tension in his grip as he moves me up the bed.

“No!” I argue back and try to squirm back down. I’ve never really been mad at him, but dammit, I’m so close.

His fingers lock around me and pin me to the bed. He’s stern and serious when he says, “Listen to me.”

I stop squirming and look up at him. “What?”

“You’re not rushing this. You’re going to let me do what I want to this gorgeous body of yours. You’re going to let me make you come as many times as I see fit. I am going to make you mine, solely mine, and your libido is not going to get in the way of my taking my time with you.”

Ugh! I cannot believe this.

“But . . .”

“But nothing. Now stop fighting me and let our bodies get reacquainted.”

His lips are on me again as he pushes my legs apart. He bites and licks the inside of my thighs, teasing me.
How can I say anything to that?
I exhale in a rush when his tongue moves slowly against my skin.

“Baby, please? I can’t wait.”

“Be patient, little miss.”

I can feel his warm breath hit my sex in a caress. His mouth is on me the second he stops speaking, and then I know. I know that he’s struggling to keep his cool. I know he wants to slam his heavy veined cock into me with all of his might, but he won’t, because he cares more about me and my well-being than he does his own.

His tongue is moving faster, and I need to watch him. I lift my head and watch this gorgeous man eat me out. It’s the sexiest thing to see, and I can’t believe I’ve never watched before. His eyes are closed, and he’s ravenous. Suddenly his teeth nip at my folds, and I come undone.

My body shudders as he continues his determined assault on my sex. He pushes his middle and index finger into me while I’m lost in my orgasm to stretch me out. He’s enjoying this too much.

His eyes meet mine when I can no longer move. “Fuck it,” he yells out and pulls my body to the edge of the bed, before stroking his cock with one hand.

By the look in his eyes, his self-restraint is shredded; he’s just as wanton as I am. I don’t know how he’s lasted this long. I’m feeling triumphant: my begging must have finally gotten to him. His expression is controlled when he leans down and braces himself over me. “You make me lose control, Heather. Now I’m taking control over your body.”

Holy F!

I’d let him control any aspect of my life. I love his cockiness. His dominance. My lustful thoughts are interrupted by confusion as I watch him slide a latex barrier over the thick head of his cock, before he places himself at my entrance.

“Wait, what is that?” I ask and close my legs even though I know the answer.

“Exactly what it looks like. Now open your damn legs, so I can watch myself sink into that pussy. We’re playing by my rules now.”

My thighs have a mind of their own, and they open willingly, allowing him the space he needs to push the head of his cock between my folds and into my awaiting walls.

“Oh shit!” I blurt out before I can stop myself. My eyes lock with his as he stops moving. His palms are resting on my knees. He doesn’t say anything for the longest moment, but then he continues to move achingly slow, stopping just inside my folds. He squeezes my knees and growls low and deep, my heat engulfing just the head of his cock.

“Fuck, you are beyond tight,” his voice breaks the sound of our rapid breaths. “Do you want more?” His question drives me insane because he already knows I want so, so much more.

“Yes!” I pant and watch his expression as he slides farther into my channel.

He feels unimaginable, and the feeling that ruptures through my body is one of a kind. I arch my back as pleasure takes over. I’m so high off of him and he’s once again so contained, so reserved. I hate that he won’t let himself enjoy this. He’s so tense in his effort not to hurt me.

I need a way to calm him so I reach up and press my palm to his abs, halting him. His face is pained when he looks at me.

“Kiss me,” I say in the softest voice I can manage.

I can feel the restraint he’s using in his core when I sit up and kiss him slowly. I want him to revel in this. He needs to know he’s not hurting or damaging me.

I slip my arms around his neck and run my fingers up into his hair while I kiss him slowly, passionately. Whispering against his lips, “I’m okay, baby . . . I’m reeling. I’m not in any pain. Please, please make love to me.”

His grunt reverberates through me as his hands stop holding me down and start roaming my body. My eyes flutter closed at his soft, warm touches. He pulls my back up and off of the bed so that I’m sitting up at an angle on the edge of the bed. Both of his large tanned hands move down my spine to my butt, as he pushes the rest of his length into me.

I whimper into his mouth and suck on his lower lip. “Yes . . . just like that, baby.”

We both relax, allowing him to slide in easily. I’m holding onto his muscled shoulders, as we rock on the edge of the bed: my butt is half on and half off of the mattress. His sizable cock is pressing up into me, grazing my spot repeatedly.

“Ballerina, you are so damn gorgeous,” he trails off as his cock convulses inside of me.

I’m kissing every part of him that I can reach: his lips, jaw, and down his neck.

“You’re going to make me come,” he whispers in a strained voice.

My hands move from his broad shoulders, down his spine, where I drag my nails across his taut skin.

I think he likes it, so I apply more pressure. I know I’m leaving my marks on him, but I love it. His heavy balls are slapping against the curve of my butt as he pounds into me swiftly.

I whimper out in delirium as it all overtakes me when he digs his fingers into my butt cheeks. “Baby!”

His growl is so sexy when he hears my cries. He thrusts up into me over and over again. Noah’s so long and insanely thick that I can barely keep my thoughts straight. My heart is pounding out of my chest. He slows his movements and pulls back to look at me, running his hand up my neck and slipping his thumb into my mouth. At that same moment, he circles his hips and pushes into me with more force.

I come with a body-shaking, heart-racing, toe-curling orgasm that takes control of me.

His groan reverberates through my body, and he buries himself deep inside of me.

Every single movement between us stops as his sexy, raspy grunt fills the room, and I feel how hot he is for me. He’s spewing every last drop deep into the damned barrier between us as I contract around his shaft.

I collapse onto the bed, completely exhausted. I know I didn’t do much work, but my body hasn’t been through that type of exertion in quite some time. His breathing is hot and heavy as he leans his forehead between my breasts. We’re both damp with perspiration from our lovemaking.

I’m so in love with this man. I cannot believe I got so lucky. I move my fingers into his damp hair and gently massage his scalp. He groans and kisses between my breasts, and it makes me smile. He’s so affectionate, so unlike the others I’ve been with.

He hums his appreciation before pulling his length out of me and removing the now slick condom off of himself. He moves us both farther up the bed, tossing a hanger from the bed onto the floor so we can get comfortable. He rests his head between my breasts again and murmurs, “I love you, little ballerina.”