Page 24 of Love: Take Two

The first press of my lips is light, like a butterfly landing on a flower petal. She gasps into my mouth, and I increase the pressure, lowering one hand to the swell of her hip.

"Mmm," she moans, and I'm lost. She's so responsive, unpracticed in hiding her reaction to me. The feeling is like a drug.

We're kissing in earnest now, though still with our mouths closed. Her insistent pecks, the way her hands hover above my shoulders as if she can't decide how or where to touch me. It's unbearably sweet; something I've never wanted in my previous encounters.But with Awa…

Even through her dress shirt and cardigan, I can feel her nipples pebble. I'm fisting her shirt in my hands, grinding my erection against her stomach, grabbing hold of the hair at her nape. I want so much more than to kiss this sweet siren of a woman, but she said she wanted to make out, and I won't deny her.

I start with just the tip of my tongue; a question that I let her lips answer. After the cutest squeak of surprise, she opens to me, and I boldly explore the warmth of her mouth.

My hands guide her hips in tandem with my tongue, and I wonder whether she realizes she's arching against me, pulsating with need and meeting my tongue stroke for stroke. She's a natural, but of course I knew she would be. Idreamedshewould be, several nights alone in my bed with the smell of her still in my nostrils.

I move my hands lower, groaning when the weight of her pleasantly plump ass fills my palms. She doesn't know what she has. Has no idea she could bring a man to his knees with just the sway of her hips.

But her body knows. Miss Perfect shocks the shit out of me when she hitches up her skirt and wraps a leg around my thigh, angling to get closer, to bring that throbbing part of her in contact with the too-rigid part of me.

"God, Awa!" I groan.

I take her knee and pull it higher still, heat radiating from her core onto my straining cock. In a frenzy, I cup her ass in both hands and lift; she locks her ankles behind my back in reflex, ratcheting my pulse higher.

This is getting out of hand. Her mouth said she didn't want to go all the way, but her body is writhing against mine, mimicking the movements I would do if she'd let me. If it weren't such a terrible idea.

I walk us backwards until I hit the edge of her bed. I've avoided sitting on it until now, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. From the near-explosive chemistry between us, I was right to worry.

I drop down, taking her with me, and the fly of my jeans must catch her clit just right, because she moans in a way that has my balls tightening.

"Yes, Noah! Just like that!"

I clench my jaw against the pleasure. How did this virgin get the upper hand?

"We—" I gulp, sweating from the effort of not freeing myself and pushing into her. "We need to slow down."

"No." She shakes her head, eyes blazing. "No more slow. Fast. Hard.Now."

I groan, angling a hard thrust against her aching bud that could ruin both of us. But I won't give in. I said I would take care of her, and I will.

Instead, I take her by the waist and flip us so that I'm on top. Her screams of pleasure threaten to undo me. I grip both sides of her surprisingly sexy satin panties and look into her eyes; she nods. She's practically thrashing against me now, and I ought to earn a sainthood for not taking her, sinking home and giving us what we both clearly want.

I slip the panties down and off her hips, resting her ankles on my shoulders as I pull the fabric free. I look down and—

"Fuck!" I curse, because damn. She's beautiful.

A small patch of tight dark curls covers her sex, glistening and swollen from our activities. I want to taste it. I want to know if it's the source of the plumeria smell that drives me wild any time she's around.

Would she let me? Feast on her until she screams my name?Shouldshe let me? Could we really not fuck once I've had her thighs wrapped around my head?

No. I know my limits, and I don't have that kind of control.

One hand stays on her ankle, anchoring it against my shoulder. A sharp nip of the tender flesh makes her buck against me. With the other hand, I reach down and graze my knuckles against her wetness.

"Oooh, Noah," she hisses through her teeth. "You weren't lying. You are soooo good at this."

I'm too far gone to answer. Too amazed that I've reduced this poised, intelligent, objectively impressive woman to a quivering mess of sighs.

I push my index finger into her, and it's my turn to hiss—she's so fucking tight! My balls are so drawn up now, it's almost painful. I have to hold it. I doubt even someone with no experience having sex would be impressed by a man who cums in his boxers.

After several torturously slow strokes, her slick channel releases the death grip it has on my finger, allowing me to add another as I increase the pace. Her cunt squeezes my digits harder this time, fighting the intrusion. I press my thumb to her clit, making her whimper.

"Noah," she pants, "I'm going to—"