Raising my eyes to his, my voice is throaty with emotion. “I’m always wet for you. Only you.”
His lips crash down on mine and we’re tearing at each other’s clothes frantically. He pulls down the side zipper of my dress, pushing it down my body before I kick it off to the side to join his discarded shirt. After kicking off his jeans and underwear, I drop to my knees before he can stop me and take his hard length into my mouth.
“Noelle.” My name is drawn out, his voice hoarse as his fingers comb through the strands of my hair to fist it in his grip. Looking up at him, I slide my mouth up and down his length, making sure my tongue flicks against his piercing, knowing he loves when I do that. When his fingers tighten their grip in my hair, I watch as his eyes become hazy with lust, knowing I’m pushing him closer to the edge. The moment I create a firmer suction around his cock, his eyes fall closed, head thrown back, and I watch his chest rise and fall with labored breaths.
Reaching my hands out to hold onto his thighs, I work his cock with my mouth and tongue. And just when I think I’m going to make him lose control, he pulls away.
“On the bed.”
Scrambling onto the bed, I lie back, waiting for him to join me. My arousal heightens at the sight of him, his heavy lidded gaze watching me. One hand strokes his hard length as he slowly stalks to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer. His cock is impossibly hard, and I feel myself get wetter thinking about it inside of me.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks huskily while sliding on the condom.
“Everything.”
His eyes dart up to mine. “Starting with?” Joining me on the bed, his forearms brace his weight above me. Dipping his head, he drags his lips across my cheek. “Here?” They trail farther down the column of my neck. “Here?” His lips graze over the top of my breast and I draw in a breath as he nears my nipple.
“Ah.” His eyes meet mine with a gleam. “Here’s where you want me?” The tip of his tongue lightly touches my already hardening nipple, causing me to inhale a sharp breath, instinctively arching into his touch.
“Foster … please.” My voice is needy, but I don’t care. All I know is that I need more.
“Please, what? Please, more of this?” His tongue flicks against my nipple before dragging his teeth against it gently. My hands fly up to grasp his sides just as he drags the tip of his cock against my clit before pressing it against the spot where I’m aching the most. Shamelessly, I rock against him.
“Jesus,” he grits out. “You’re so wet, so slick for me.” Shifting slightly, he presses into me, barely an inch, making me gasp aloud. Arching my back, attempting to urge him on, he lets out a hoarse groan. “Stop moving,” he commands. “I’m trying to take it slow and make it good for you.”
“Foster,” I warn huskily. “You’d better not go slow.”
One corner of his lips tips up. “Or what?”
“Or … this.” I surprise him by using my weight to push him onto his back, sliding my leg over him to straddle him. Grasping his cock with my hand, I guide him inside of me, both of us groaning at the feel of our bodies joining. Once I slide down and have him seated fully inside me, I rock a little, watching him with a heavy-lidded gaze.
“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous.” The way he says this, his tone the slightest bit breathless with what sounds like a hint of wonder, pierces my heart. One of his hands reaches out to cup the side of my face, his thumb tenderly caressing my cheek as he gazes into my eyes. As I start moving, finding a rhythm that eventually becomes so intense it causes our breathing to become labored, my eyes remain locked with his. When my pace becomes frenzied, I lean forward, fusing my mouth to his, while he grips my hips and his own piston rapidly. Suddenly, our release crashes over us at almost the same moment.
When I raise my head, propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I swear he’s feeling this same powerful feeling between us, too.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Foster
Holy shit, that was intense. It felt like I was about to black out when I came inside of her. I’ve never experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one I just had. Which is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
Noelle’s body is sprawled on top of mine, my heart still thundering beneath her palm she has against my chest. Sounds of Harley’s soft snoring drifts in from the living room where he’s likely curled up on one of the area rugs.
Turning my face and pressing my lips against the top of her forehead, I whisper, “Stay the night?”
I don’t want her to leave me. Hell, I haven’t even pulled out of her yet, haven’t disposed of the condom because I don’t want this moment to end. I’ve been lying here, my fingertips lightly stroking the curve of her back, relishing in the smoothness of her skin. As soon as I pose the question, however, the muscles in her back tense, causing my hand to still.