“You do.” He lay on his back, his head resting on one of my pillows. “Straddle me and ease yourself down. Nice and slow.”
Trembling with excitement from head to toe, I positioned my pussy over his cock. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and held himself steady, waiting for me.
Slowly. Oh, so slowly, the wide tip pressed inside of me. I hauled in a breath, but there was only a second of pain as my body opened up to a man for the first time.
Leaning back, I anchored my hands on his thighs. My clit swelled and throbbed, and pressure grew within me. This—being here with him was everything I wanted. Everything I needed.
Noah curled his fingers around my waist and guided me the rest of the way down until he was fully seated. The feeling was strange, alien almost, but it was also a feeling of delicious fullness and oneness.
“You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He gritted his teeth, and his expression shifted from pleasure to pain and back again. The exhilarating sense of power I had over him turned me on more than I thought possible.
Instinct took over, and I began to move, my hips gyrating, circling, and writhing.
He released my waist and spread my soaked folds wide. “Beautiful. I can’t wait to taste your pussy later.”
The first slide of his finger against my clit made me cry out, and I clenched around his erection. I dug my fingernails into his thighs as he flicked my swollen bud back and forth and around and around. My body ached for the release his fingers—his body—promised. Sweet sensations coiled low in my stomach. My breasts tightened, and my nipples puckered to points.
Making love—fucking—was something I could get used to. Not once had I imagined my first time would be with someone like Noah in my bedroom with the lights on, albeit dimmed.
“There,” I cried out. “Right there.”
I squeezed my eyes closed. Reaching down, I pressed my hand on top of his, adding to the pressure. I gripped his hand, and my hips took on a mind of their own, moving like they’d never moved before.
My body released. Potent, all-consuming pleasure crashed over me, pulling me under.
So. Much. Pleasure.
I rocked frantically. Never wanting to stop.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything.”
I cried out Noah’s name, my inner muscles clenching and releasing. The primal sounds falling from my lips didn’t seem human, didn’t seem like they were coming from my mouth.
When I couldn’t give anymore, my hips slowed, and I flopped forward, gasping for air.
Noah continued to stroke and circle my sensitive and swollen clit with gentle, delicate movements.
I gazed at him. Satisfaction filled his eyes, his smile. When I recovered the power of speech, I grinned and couldn’t help laughing.
“Wow. So that’s what it feels like.”
He laughed along with me and pulled me down until our lips met. I didn’t know if what happened next could be called a kiss. It was all tongues, teeth, and gasping breaths.
He flipped me onto my back. I hooked my legs around his hips and held his cock inside me.
“Can you do something for me,” I whispered against his sweat-slicked skin.
He propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his mouth over mine. “I’d do anything for you, Aubrey. Anything. If you asked for the moon, I would find a way to get it for you.”
I stroked my fingers down the bunched-up muscles on his back, loving how he shivered under my touch. “Nothing that crazy. I want you to fuck me. I don’t want you to go slow because you think I need it, or because you think I’m delicate and might break.”
The pulse in his neck quickened, and his eyes darkened so much they almost turned black.
“Like I said, I’d do anything for you.” He braced his hands either side of my shoulders, reared back and slammed into me hard enough that all the air whooshed out of my lungs.
“More,” I demanded, digging my fingernails into his biceps and my heels into his taut ass.
His responding growl made me bolder. Braver.
“More.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he pummeled me. Each thrust more punishing than the last, and with every thrust, his thick shaft grazed my clit, causing tingles to shoot all around my body.
“Harder.”
My puckered nipples scraped off his chest, sending me higher and higher. His thrusts picked up speed, becoming ferocious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring the pressure building and spinning inside of me.
“Look at me, Aubrey. I want you to see what you do to me.” He shoved my knees up until they hugged the side of his body.
My eyes shot open.
Concentration lined his face, and his movements stilled before he slammed into me again and again.
He then let go of all control and came, biting out curse after curse.
A second climax blasted through me, leaving me a shaking, shuddering mass. Noah collapsed on top of me and rolled us to our sides.
“You’re mine, Aubrey Andrews.” His deep, raspy voice cocooned me in comfort. “From this moment on, you’re mine. I love you like I’ve never loved anyone or anything in my life.”
For a few seconds, I was too startled to speak, but then I found my voice. “I love you, Noah. I didn’t think a love like this was possible. You were right. The day I bumped into you was the start of something good for both of us.”
“I was wrong,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “It wasn’t the start of something good. It was the start of something great. Something that will change both of our lives.”
Chapter Nine
Noah
For the next few weeks, everything in my life seemed brighter. Not even my brothers could bring me down.
Aubrey and I kept our relationship a secret because we didn't want anyone judging us or gossiping. The glances we shared at work were for our eyes only. I watched Aubrey’s confidence grow and flourish. The change in her demeanor was worth more than all the money in the world.
I had an early morning meeting with my brothers and had left her apartment at the butt-crack of dawn. When I reached the office, both Cade and Evan were like bears who’d been woken up from hibernation two months too early.
Whatever was going on in their lives left them growling at everyone in their path. Their business was their business, and I wouldn't pry. But if they continued acting like dicks, we would get into a brawl, something we hadn't done since we were kids.
Evan wasn't nursing his usual cup of coffee. Normally, he went to the Snack Attack truck before coming into the office. Strange.
"Where's your coffee?"
“The truck wasn’t there.” Thunder filled his eyes. That was enough for me not to ask any more questions.
“Can we start?” Cade asked, his voice tripwire tight. “I don't have all day to sit around dealing with this shit. I have stuff of my own I need to take care of.”
“Fine.” I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. “Whatever is going on with you two, don’t bring it into the office.”
Evan glared at me. “You’re one to talk. The gossip about you and Aubrey is getting out of control. You need to shut it down. Or we’re going to have to think about moving her somewhere else. She can move to the Seattle branch.”