Page 15 of The Getaway
Releasing my hold, I trace down his muscular biceps. Briefly, I admire the smooth lines of his tattoo and grip at the fabric of his shirt before dropping my head back and giving in completely. He licks his way down my bare torso and uncurls his fingers from my thighs. I whimper at the loss of his touch, but then he reaches down to gather the sides of my bathing suit that’s bunched up at my hips, and slowly peels it down my legs.
Noah kneels before me, pushing himself back slightly. After tossing my suit to the side, he places a hand on each of my knees and pushes my legs open. His darkened blue eyes trace over every exposed inch of me.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, not even giving me a chance to feel embarrassed or attempt to hide myself as he leans in to place a kiss on the inside of my knee.
My eyes close and I drop my head back to the table. Slowly, he continues up my thighs, alternating kisses on each side and holding me open. Anticipation builds, spreading through every inch of my body and settling low in my stomach as he closes the distance to my pussy.
Then he stops.
My eyes snap open and I’m about to ask him why he stopped, but the breath catches in my throat at the sight of him between my legs. He’s barely an inch away, staring up at me with a smirk as his warm breath fans over me.
“Noah,” I pant, ready to demand he do something—anything—but he stops me by leaning in. A moan breaks free, and he holds my gaze as he swipes his tongue along my entrance.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he groans.
Then he’s back on me, devouring me and lighting me up in ways I never experienced before. His tongue flicks across my clit causing me to gasp while my back arches off the table. He repeats the movement a few more times before sucking my clit into his mouth.
It’s as if he’s dragging me to new heights with each suck and lick of his mouth. I’m teetering at the edge, almost there but not yet able to fall over.
“More, Noah. I need more,” I demand, not even caring that my voice doesn’t sound like me. To my own ears, I sound desperate and wanton.
But I can’t find it in me to care. Especially when he listens, bringing two fingers to my pussy and teases them at my entrance.
“Yes,” I moan, grinding and lifting my hips in a silent plea. His free arm wraps around my thighs, his large hand spreading out across my stomach and holding me in place.
I’m on the verge of begging when he circles my clit with his tongue at the same time those two teasing fingers finally push into me. He slowly pumps them in and out of me and I almost shatter from that alone.
If I thought I was on the edge before, it’s nothing compared to this.
Warmth flares through me, the build-up spreading through my entire body and when Noah curls his fingers, I come apart.
I’m moaning and chanting his name with no remorse as I shamelessly cum on his hand.
I thought I knew what it felt like to have an orgasm. Thought that my experience with Paul was good. But everything I knew about pleasure shatters as this orgasm tears through my body.
Noah hums from his spot between my legs, the hand on my stomach sliding to my side, but he doesn’t let me go. My eyes finally open and I look down at him as he pulls his fingers out.
When he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while holding my gaze, it’s as if my body already forgot about the life-changing orgasm it just had seconds ago.
“Delicious.”
My eyes drop down, greedily taking in the beauty and perfection of this man, only to suddenly realize that he’s still fully clothed. While the sight of him on his knees between my legs is magnificent, seeing him naked would be even better.
I reach down, grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging. He comes willingly, pausing only to drop kisses on my stomach, breast, and neck before finally landing on my lips. The taste of my cum on his lips has me panting and squirming beneath him.
“Take your clothes off,” I say between kisses.
He breaks away, standing up while grabbing the back of his shirt collar and effortlessly pulling it off. My jaw drops at the sight, and I push off the table. Sitting before him, I run a hand along his perfectly chiseled body. His muscles jump at my touch, and he drops his head back when I trace a single finger down the defined V that disappears into his shorts.
Peering up at him and biting my bottom lip, I undo the button and zipper before pushing them down. They fall to the floor with a soft thud, leaving only his boxers between us. I finally break our heated stare off and focus in front of me. The thin material is doing nothing to hide the definition of his hard cock.
Leaning forward, I place a kiss on his rock-hard abs while curling my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. With my next kiss, I tug them down, letting them fall to the floor with his shorts.
If I wasn’t drooling before, I certainly am now.
“Holy shit,” I rasp. He has the biggest and most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. Granted, I haven’t seen many, but this one standing tall before me leaves me with one thought.
He’s about to ruin me for all other men.