My fingers fiddle with the buttons of my shirt.
“No. Let me.” She moves up to her knees, and her fingers manipulate the buttons.
Shivers rush along my skin as her hands slide my shirt off my shoulders.
“You’re gorgeous,” she says. Her eyes eat me up, only spurring my arousal.
She inches on her knees to the edge of the bed, and my hands grab the hem of her shirt and strip it from her body. She sinks back and her shoulders jut out, like she’s trying to hide herself from my eyes.
“Hey.” I take my finger and rest it under her chin. Persuading her to look at me, I bend down and gently kiss her.
Her chest rises and falls at a quick pace, and my hand cups her cheek as my thumb brushes along it. I allow my lips to travel down her chin and neck before peppering soft kisses on her shoulder. My hands slowly move down her shoulders and around the back, finding the clasp of her purple satin and lace bra. She sucks in a breath and holds it until my fingers slide her straps down each arm.
“You’re so hot that I can barely hang on,” I whisper.
She tilts her head, allowing me to continue manipulating her neck with my lips. Her fingers graze down my abs and I suck in a breath, waiting for her to disrobe me of my jeans. She undoes the button, and her shaking fingers pull down my zipper. Her hands push my jeans down to pool at my ankles, and a growl escapes my lips.
I step out of my jeans. “My turn.” I hook my fingers on either side of her black leggings and pull them down, stopping at her knees. “Lie down, baby.”
She follows directions, and her body quivers under my touch. Her bravery shocks me. She’s nervous to be with me, because I know this isn’t her first time.
She helps me take off her leggings, and I stare down at her in only her matching purple lace and satin panties. I bend down and move up her leg, kissing each inch of her delectable skin. My hands move ahead and capture her breasts. She arches her back, pushing them into my hands further. My thumbs roll her nipples, and she whimpers. The effect my touch has on her only spurs my own craving higher.
I slide my tongue up the curve of her breast and nestle myself into her center. My dick grinds into her, and her breath catches in her throat. My fingers thread through her hair, and I claim her mouth with mine. We move in sync, both of us moaning. Her fingers dig into my ass, pushing me harder against her, and my skin tingles as sweat beads between our smashed bodies.
“I can’t hold off much longer.” She gasps for breath.
“Hold on.” I slide off her, immediately missing her warmth. I dig through my drawer and pull out a condom. The tear of the foil wrapper echoes from wall to wall, and I strip my underwear off.
Noodle wiggles out of her own, and as much as I would love to dive into her to taste her, I need to be inside her more.
“Hurry.” She sighs.
I climb on top of her then roll us over. “I want to see you.”
She straddles me, and I see stars when I enter her. So damn wet and warm.
“Oh, shit.” I tighten every muscle just to stop me from losing my load.
She moans, and my hand pushes against her tit while the other one plays with her clit. Her hips circle, and she clenches my dick.
Fuck, I’m going to embarrass myself here.
“Todd!” she screams, her hands flying to my headboard to gain a better grip.
She bounces up and down on my dick, and her tits jiggle in my face.
Holding on by an inch, my hands dig into her hips, and I guide her up and down. My ass pushes off the bed, and she whimpers when I get deeper inside her.
Sweat drips down the globe of her breast and drops to my chest. Our bodies slide and grind as gasps and moans flutter out of our mouths.
Unable to hold back any longer, a long, animalistic growl escapes my throat, and my fingernails clench her hips. She stills on top of me, and her body releases the tension.
My hands slide up her sweaty back and into her dark locks. I guide her down to me and passionately kiss her, cherishing every swipe of our tongues.
“You’re perfect, everything I thought you would be,” I say.
A small smile creases her lips, and her head falls into the crook of my neck.
* * *
Noodle lies in my arms. A stream of light peeking through the blinds highlights her body.
For the first time in my life, I made love last night—twice.
My hand rubs along the length of her arm, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
I tried to convey how beautiful she was last night, so she never doubts what I see when I look at her. Not a day will go by that I won’t tell her.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, but I let it go to voicemail. I’m not ready to leave the serenity with Noodle.
She stirs in my arms and flips onto her stomach. I scoot closer, and my fingertips brush along her smooth skin. One leg peeks out from my sheet and shows her pink-painted toes. The one glimpse of her skin stirs my arousal for her.
I cast butterfly kisses across her shoulders, and she sucks in a deep breath.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I whisper.
She turns to look at me. I could wake up to that smiling face every morning.
“Good morning.” She slides closer, and her arm lays lazily over my rib cage.
Her pebbled nipples tease me as she swings her leg over mine.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
My lips meet hers, and our tongues dance the one we mastered overnight.
“Okay.”
She rolls me over onto my back, and her legs swing on either side of my hips. The sheet falls down, exposing her to me. I rock my hips, and she moans. She reaches across to my nightstand to dig into the box of condoms. I capture her breast in my mouth and twirl her nipple with my tongue. She wiggles in my hold, but I glide a finger into her wetness and she stops moving, closing her eyes. I continue to manipulate her body as her groans increase with each push of my finger.
“Oh, my God,” she says.
My phone buzzes again, and suddenly, my body is cold because Noodle is sitting up, holding my phone in front of my face. She shoves it at me, but I don’t take it.
“It’s Karla,” she exclaims.
“I see that.” I hijack the phone from her hand and press the Ignore button.
“What are you doing?”
I inch up and give her a soft kiss.
“I’m with my girlfriend.” I pull her down, back on top of me.
She squeals, and the condom drops down next to me on the sheet.
“I know I told you the whole thing about a grand gesture and me coming first, but this is your dream. Call her back.” She picks up my phone and jams it into my hand.
“No, I’d much rather be with you.” My lips curl, kissing her collarbone and traveling down.
“I’ll call her.” She steals the phone, and her thumb slides across the screen.
I swipe it away and hold it tight in my hand. “I told you I had somewhere to take you.” I groan, sliding out from under her.
“Where?” The sheets rustle as she nestles back under them.
I lean down. “That means you have to get dressed.” I kiss her forehead.
“Isn’t the whole benefit of having a boyfriend as a chef the fact that he makes you breakfast in bed?”
I lean over her again. The scent of strawberry teases me, and if we didn’t have to get there in the next hour, I’d crawl back into bed with her. “Trust me, I’ll make you breakfast every morning from here on out.”
“Cinnamon rolls?” she yells.
I walk into my bathroom and twist the knob on the shower, thinking maybe I should show her another day. But today is Monday, and it’s our only day off.
“Every day.” I fumble through my drawers to dig out some clothes.
“Potato pancakes?”
I shake my head, chuckling to myself. “Yes. Whenever you want.”
Her hands crawl up my back, and there are those hard nipples pressed to my skin. My dick hardens. I wrap her in my arms and turn around to passionately kiss her.
“I need to go home and shower,” she mumbles. Her lips continue to cast short kisses on my lips.
She doesn’t want to leave, and I don’t want her to.
“You need to bring stuff over here.”
My hands cup her ass, and she yelps when I push her center into me.