his stalk in one hand, she began to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks and sucking him unmercifully. Noah groaned, bucking his hips. A trickle of cream ran down her thigh, she could feel it. Skye was unbearably aroused. He was Adam to her Eve and she longed to tempt him beyond endurance.
Dragging her tongue across the swollen head, Skye pumped him with one hand and palmed his balls with the other. Unable to keep still, she rhythmically clenched her pussy, wishing she could feel him stretching her, burning her.
“Suck me, Skye. More.” Wanting only to please him, she laved the flared crest with the flat of her tongue before taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. All the way to the back of her throat, she took him, then slid him in and out, in and out, swirling her tongue around the ridge of his cock. “My God!” he bellowed as he filtered his fingers through her hair. She felt his thighs go taut. He was loving this and so was she. The feel of him heavy on her tongue was one of the most erotic things she could imagine.
Lovingly she bathed him with her tongue before taking him back in her mouth and sucking hard. She heard him hiss in appreciation. Skye was so turned on, she was shaking. God, he was so big, she massaged him with her fingers while her tongue lashed around the thick root. Quickly she learned there was a spot that drove him crazy, a hidden spot underneath the head, so she paid it special attention and he rewarded her with words of praise and promises of untold delights. Skye hummed her pleasure, memorizing every vein and every ridge as she worshiped his cock. “Skye! God, Skye!”
Noah groaned—a guttural sound erupted from his throat as if the pleasure he was experiencing was pure agony. Hot jets of semen shot into her mouth and she accepted it, loving him as his whole body gave in to the orgasm. In absolute harmony, her body reacted to the sights and sounds of his ecstasy and she came hard, crying out his name. “Noah!”
He couldn’t think for a few heartbeats, but when he could, Noah realized the gift Skye had given him. “Come here.” He pulled her into his arms. “I have no words.” He kissed her on the temple. “You are every man’s fantasy.”
She cuddled up next to him and sighed. All of those years of fantasizing had paid off.
“I have to pack.” She sighed against his chest.
Taking her chin between his thumb and first finger, he held her still. “Don’t leave without texting me and I want you to come home as soon as you can.”
His attitude warmed her heart, but she needed to say her piece. Skye laid her hand on his cheek. “Thank you for last night and this morning. I’ll never forget it as long as I live.”
Noah frowned. “I don’t understand. After giving me the most spec-fuckin-tacular blow job in the history of mankind, you’re giving me the brush-off?”
Skye got up and reached for something to put on and realized she didn’t have anything except the dress she’d worn to the ball. “Dang.” Grabbing Noah’s white dress shirt, she pulled it on. “No, I’m not giving you the brush-off. I’m being a modern woman who can have a fulfilling sexual relationship with a guy and not expect a ring and a promise.”
Noah studied her. He wanted to argue, but what she was saying was exactly what he’d said he wanted…or thought he wanted. Now he wasn’t so sure. All he knew was that she looked like a wet dream in his shirt. “My request stands and I add to it. Text me before you go, be safe, and come back to me as soon as you can. Deal?”
Skye wondered if she was setting herself up for a fall. “Deal.”
***
His dad always taught him to be the bigger man, and while he’d never claim to be better than his brother, Noah knew he should make the first move. The elevator dinged when it reached the third floor and he exited, heading toward Jessie’s room. The baby was on another floor in ICU, and he was sure Jacob was running himself to death trying to
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