The Soft Spot part 4

Noah kissed me the second time, and I kissed him back just as hard.

It was hungry and rough. Months of sharp words and careful distance collapsed into the press of mouths and the scrape of teeth. We broke apart only when breathing became necessary, foreheads nearly touching, chests rising and falling in the same uneven rhythm. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. I was certain mine looked the same.

We kissed again.

Then he moved lower.

His mouth trailed down my throat, across my collarbone, and settled on my stomach with slow, open kisses. The soft fabric of his shirt was pushed higher until it bunched under my arms. He closed his lips around one breast and sucked hard, enough to make me arch. A soft moan slipped out of me. I didn’t try to stop it. The pull of his mouth sent heat straight between my legs, and I threaded my fingers into his hair to keep him there.

He gave the other breast the same attention before sliding further down.

His hand found me first. Two fingers stroked through the wetness already gathering, then pushed inside. I gasped at the stretch. He curled them once, twice, then replaced them with his mouth. The first hard suck on my clit pulled a louder sound from my throat. He licked and sucked without mercy, tongue working in tight circles while his fingers returned to stretch me open. The wet sounds of it filled the quiet room. My hips lifted off the bed without permission. I was soaked, trembling and already close.

Before I could finish, I pushed him onto his back.

I climbed down his body, dragged his pants and underwear off in one motion, and took him in my hand. He was thick and already leaking at the tip. I leaned in and licked the head slowly, tasting it. Then I took just the tip into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue. His groan was low and rough. I moved lower, licking and sucking his balls while my hand stroked the shaft, then took him deeper until my mouth was full. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing my head, spit running down his length. The wet, filthy sound of it mixed with his broken groans.

When my jaw started to ache I pulled off, wrapped my breasts around him, and used the spit to slide him between them. I stroked him that way until his hips jerked and he came with a deep, guttural sound, spilling across my chest and collarbones.

Even after that he stayed hard.

Noah tried to roll me under him. I stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“I’m the boss here,” I said, voice still rough.

He let me push him onto his back again. I straddled his hips, leaned down to kiss him, and reached between us to hold his cock steady. I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling every stretch as he filled me. I was open and wet enough that he slid in to the hilt with only a soft, broken sound from both of us. He felt perfect.

I started moving.

Slow at first, rolling my hips, rising and falling so I could feel every inch. Then faster. The wet clap of my ass against his hips filled the room. He groaned and gripped my waist, then started thrusting up to meet me, raising his hips and fucking me from below with short, powerful strokes. The sound of skin on skin grew louder and wetter. My moans mixed with his deeper groans until the whole room felt full of it.

“I’m close,” he rasped, hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck…”

“I want you in me.”

I rode him harder, ignoring the warning, chasing the heat building low in my belly. He cursed and came with a rough shout, pulsing deep inside me. The flood of warmth spilled out around him, dripping down my thighs, messy and perfect.

Noah didn’t give me time to catch my breath.

He flipped me onto my back, shoved my thighs wide, and put his mouth on me again. He licked through the mess he had left, sucking hard on my clit, two fingers pushing back inside to curl against the sensitive spot that made my legs shake. The dual sensation was too much. Pressure built fast and broke hard. I came with a sharp cry, squirting against his tongue while my thighs clamped around his head and my whole body trembled.

He stayed there until the last tremor faded, then crawled up and collapsed beside me.

We lay in the tangled sheets, skin damp, breathing slowly evening out. His arm settled heavy across my waist. I turned into him without thinking, face against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Neither of us spoke.

There was nothing left that needed saying tonight.

We slept that way, limbs still tangled, the city lights cutting soft lines across the bed.