Page 14 of The Getaway

With the bottom of her cover up in my hands already, I push it up and out of my way. Bri grabs it, quickly pulling it over her head and tossing it over her shoulder. I’m practically drooling at the sight of her breasts spilling from the deep cut of her swimsuit. Not bothering with restraint any longer, I grip her ass in my hands and tug her closer.

She stumbles into me, bracing herself on my shoulders, but I don’t pause.

Holding her steady in front of me, I place open mouth kisses up her sternum before turning my attention to the bit of her breast that’s popping out. When my tongue meets her skin, a beautiful moan slips from her mouth followed by a whispered, “Yes, more.”

More.

The single word runs through my head at the same time Bri’s hands leave my shoulders. I pull back slightly, her ass still in my hands, and watch as she reaches up to slide the straps of her swimsuit from her shoulders. She slips her arms out, letting it fall to her hips, leaving the most perfect set of tits on full display in front of me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I groan, but don’t give her a second to even think about responding as I run a hand up her back and pull her forward. All I can focus on is having her perfect pink nipples in my mouth.

I circle one of her nipples with my tongue, and when I flick it, I’m rewarded with another beautiful moan as she loses her balance once more. This time, I grip the undersides of her thighs and lean back, pulling her legs apart and using the momentum of her imbalance to help her straddle me.

Without missing a beat, Bri grinds her hips, rubbing her warm pussy over my hard length. We both groan in unison. My hands are on her ass once more, guiding and urging her to continue. Her head tips back as her eyes fall shut just as a whimper escapes her lips.

The need to see her cum like this, to fall apart by using my body with our clothes still on is all I can think about.

“Noah,” Bri moans my name, her hips picking up pace. “I need…”

Her words turn to a moan when I buck up, meeting her movements with a smirk.

“Tell me what you need, beautiful. Whatever you ask, I will give you without hesitation,” I murmur, already suspecting what she needs and move to kiss the side of her breast.

Bri’s brows scrunch together with a gasp, and her movements stutter before becoming more urgent. I chuckle against her skin and nip at the side of her breast.

“That,” she breathes. “I need your mouth on my…” she trails off, her words once again cut off by a moan as I teasingly trace my tongue around her nipple, but not quite touching.

She groans in frustration when I repeat the move. It isn’t until I do it for a third time that she finally snaps.

“Fuck. Noah, bite my damn nipple. Lick it, pinch it, I don’t care just—oh!”

Her nipple is between my teeth before she can finish her sentence. I bring a hand up, cupping her other breast in my hand before pinching her peaked bud between my fingers. At the same time, I continue to worship her breast with my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and then the most beautiful sound escapes those perfect lips as Bri comes apart on top of me. I continue kissing and playing with her breasts, my free hand slipping down to her lower back and guiding her as she rides out her orgasm.

“You look so perfect, using me for your pleasure.” I nip her chest once more and she drops her head forward, resting on my shoulder and catching her breath. “So fuckin’ hot,” I mummer in her ear, running my hand up her bare back.

“Holy shit,” Bri whispers, turning to place a kiss on my neck. “That was…” She doesn’t finish, pushing back to peer down at me with hooded eyes while biting her bottom lip.

I smirk, seeing the unspoken demand dancing in her eyes.

“Say it,” I command.

“Make me cum again,” she whispers without missing a beat.

“Yes ma’am.”

Chapter 5- Sabrina

Noah’s hands slip around the backs of my thighs and in the next second, he’s standing and bringing me with him. I’m half expecting him to carry me the short distance to the bedroom, since the bungalow is an open concept, the room is easy to find.

But he doesn’t.

Almost immediately, he’s bending forward, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck with a squeal.

“I’ve got ya, Sugar.” He chuckles in a low, smooth voice against my neck and continues to lower me onto the coffee table.

The cool glass meets my back, causing me to gasp and cling to Noah tighter. He responds by kissing down my neck, coaxing me to loosen my grip to allow him to continue his descent.