Page 64 of Love: Take Two
Awa
The ride from set to my apartment is excruciating.
Noah places his hand on my leg, strong fingers lazily tracing the skin of my inner thigh. The closer we get to my place, the closer the pad of his thumb gets to my clit—a graze to the edge of my panties, a swipe of my outer lips, a caress of my opening through the moist fabric. But he still never touches the aching bud.
Several times I have to press my lips together to avoid crying out and alerting the driver. Noah tunes my body like a string—I'm taut, quivering under his ministrations—but I can't cum in the back of a town car on the NJ Turnpike. Iwon't. I'm sure my driver would be discreet, butIwould know.
Noah's middle and index fingers brush the seam of my outer lips once more, and I nearly detonate. I will never forgivehim if he forces me to switch to another car service. Fortunately, we've arrived.
"Thank you, Rocco," I murmur as Noah helps me out of the car.
After over an hour of teasing, I'm flushed and shaky on my feet. I lean into his strong body as we walk through the lobby, waving at Myron in security and swiping my key card for the penthouse floor.
As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, Noah is on me. He scrapes his teeth against my neck, drawing out a whimper. The hand that was so elusive in the car slips under my skirt, two thick fingers pressing firmly against my clit.
"C-cameras!" I gasp, my pussy already teetering on the edge of ecstasy. If Myron saw me orgasm on the monitors downstairs, I'd have to move.
Noah shifts the hand under my skirt to my hip, kneading the flesh there and continuing to bite at my neck, my collarbone, the heated flesh not covered by my jacket.
"Oh God," I moan when he lifts my leg to wrap it around his hip. I can't help but writhe against him, my body seeking the friction he took when he removed his hand moments ago.
He tsks.
"What about the cameras, Awa? I wouldn't want anyone to see you lose control."
I can hear his smirk, that bastard. He knows I'm almost too mindless to care, close to throwing away all my propriety and humping him right here in the elevator like a cat in heat. Theelevator comes to a stop with a soft ding. Not a second too soon.
"Saved by the bell," he whispers against my skin.
The elevator opens directly into my foyer, and Noah lets out a low whistle. He tugs me behind him as he peruses my space.
"Wow, Awa. This is some place you have here."
I'm underwater, floating weightless in the tide of my own desire. Noah turns when I don't answer, and I know the moment he sees it. The moment he understands his power over me.Please don't let him abuse it.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, pulling me in close. "Do you know that?"
I step out of his hold to unbutton my jacket and kick off my shoes. Next to go is my camisole, then pencil skirt, leaving me in only stockings and my emerald bra and panty set. Dressing like a vixen, even when I'm not getting any, makes me feel powerful.
Noah stops in his tracks, eyes round.
"What I know is that I was promised pleasure. Enough to forget a shit day and live up to some seriously sexy texts. Is that still the plan?"
He gulps. I can see it in the bob of his Adam's apple and hear it in the charged silence surrounding us.
"It is," he answers, voice low.
Noah circles me, taking in how my breasts overflow the demi cups of my bra, how the lace border of my stockingsclings to my thighs. My panties are transparent, displaying my neatly trimmed and plump mons. His sharp intake of breath tells me he's seen the thong back as well.
"Jesus Christ, Awa," he groans, sinking to his knees behind me. He leans forward and actually bites the ample flesh of my ass.
"I take it you're an ass man?" I ask through a giggle.
He ends his bite with a suck that would leave a hickey if not for my dark complexion.
"I'm aneverythingman," he counters, still rubbing up and down my hips.
Standing in the middle of my apartment, wearing barely-there underwear while Noah kneels at my feet, I'm not self-conscious. I feel…sensual and commanding. And overdressed.
