Before You Go

THIRTY-ONE

At my apartment, the nerves start to kick in. But it’s no longer just nerves, it’s excitement and joy and just plain old horniness that this incredibly sexy piece of ass is going to take me to bed in less than five minutes.

I make preparations with candles and music. Noah is on my heels.

He reaches for my hands. “I have just one request.”

“Oh, taking requests are we?” I smile. “I might have a few of my own.”

“I want you to tell me the moment you feel scared, worried, or uncomfortable,” he says, taking a seat on the bed. “And I want to spend the night.”

“That’s two requests,” I chirp.

Okay, maybe it is nerves I’m feeling.

“The last thing wasn’t a request,” he says. “It’s a demand. I’m not leaving you tonight.” Noah’s jaw sets in that bossy way of his. “Now take off your clothes, Tabitha.”

I didn’t even think about it, I just do as he asks.

“Slower,” he says once I’m standing before him in my lace bra and panties.

Finally, my sexy underwear gets some play.

I take a deep breath and move to Noah so he can finish the job—remembering he is not taking control from me. I am giving it to him. I can stop it at any time.

Noah changes places with me so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and he’s on his knees in front of me. He kisses my eyelids before unclasping my bra and sliding it off at an excruciating slow pace.

He stares at me for a long time, his eyes flowing over my body. A trail of heat is left in their wake and I feel moisture pooling between my legs.

“You are so beautiful.” Noah wraps his arms around my waist and plants butterfly kisses across my chest.

I stroke the side of his face and take his hands, guiding him on the bed. “So are you,” I whisper. I plunder his mouth so hard I’m sure we’ll both have bruises. I pour my soul into the kiss and hand over my heart.

Truthfully, it’s been his for a long time now.

Noah pulls off his shirt and my hands immediately gravitate to his chest, feeling my way around his amazing body. “There, we’re even again.” He chuckles as he slips off his jeans. "But not for long.”

Once again, he moves between my legs. My mouth is dry with anticipation. I want him. Badly. There is no fear in this moment. Just want. His hands tuck under me, cupping my bottom, and he slowly drags off my panties. His fingers trail behind, sparking fire on my skin.

“God, Tabby.” He bites the inside of my thigh with a groan. “If you could see how f*cking sexy you look right now.”

He doesn’t wait for a response and when I look back down all I see is the back of his head between my legs. Then I feel him. His tongue teases me, brushing against my swollen skin. When he flicks it deeper inside, my hips buck up to meet him. I’m no longer in control, but I don’t care. I can’t think of anything other than the throbbing between my legs.

“Noah,” I gasp.

He pushes my legs farther apart and thrusts his tongue deeper inside. His hands travel up my body where he kneads my breast.

I feel…beautiful and adored for maybe the first time in my life.

My hands grip his hair, but his head keeps moving. I slide my hands down to his face, his cheeks, his jaw. I can feel what he’s doing to me and the sensation is indescribable. The ache inside grows with each thrust of his tongue.

“Noah, come here,” I beg. “I need you.”

He stops the tortuous movement with his mouth and replaces it with his fingers, and then climbs up my body to meet me.

“This time, Tab, you need to tell me what you want.” His voice is rough and his breathing is heavy before he claims my mouth. “Tell me,” he says again, breaking the kiss.

“I want you,” I tell him, trying not to be self-conscious.

I reach in his boxer-briefs and feel his length for the first time without all the rules of our experiment. Power streams through me and I’m almost high on it. I tighten my grip and he moans. Chills run up and down my body.

I feel power both giving and taking control. Now, however, it’s time to take.

“I want this,” I say, stroking him slowly.

Then I move fast, ripping off his boxers and taking him in my mouth.

“Christ,” Noah spits, and I know he’s mine to do with as I want. “Shit, Tabby, say it, please. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I ignore him for a minute enjoying my assault on his body.

When I stop, I crawl up his chest and say in his ear, “I want you to take what’s yours.”

Noah happily obliges. He sits up, bringing me with him as he captures my breast in his mouth and gently tugs on the other. I let him feast on me until I can’t take it another second.

“Please, Noah,” I say. “I want you inside me.” I pull his hair, a little harder than I mean to. “Now,” I gasp.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Noah says, flipping me to my back. He slides my legs apart and they fall open for him. At this point, I have no shame.

His hips grind into mine as he makes his way inside. “Tabby, you are so ready for me.” His voice is rough. “God, you feel so good.” He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

I am so much more than okay.

“Move with me,” he commands, rocking faster.

I keep pace with him and it is pure ecstasy. Each movement has me climbing again, until I come apart all around him. I yell his name. And that’s all it takes for Noah to fall with me.