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There it was, she thought—she was no longer giving him a blowjob. As he had told her, he was fucking her mouth, and the profound difference between the two made the fire in her blood race through her body and center in all her erogenous zones.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled as he shot his creamy essence into her mouth, down her throat, and into her belly.
He had a death grip on her head and continued to shoot his load until she was sure his balls would never produce another drop. She had never been one to swallow, but Noah didn’t ask and didn’t give her a choice. When he finally emptied himself, he withdrew and pulled her onto her knees in front of him.
Noah kissed her deeply, not seeming to mind the residual taste of his essence as he held her close, cupping her ass gently. He tilted her backward but never allowed her to feel as though she was falling. He kissed her mouth, then trailed other kisses over her face and throat, nipping at its base, then tonguing her there. He pressed her back onto the bed, pulling her legs out from beneath her as he kissed his way down her torso.
His tongue swirled around her hardened nipples, then he sucked each into his mouth. As he pulled on her hardened beads, he used both his lips and his teeth to extract cries of pleasure from her lips. Slipping his hand between her legs, he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in circles before penetrating her with two fingers. Her body surged upward to take him deeper.
Even though the blowjob had ostensibly been for his pleasure, he now had evidence she had been as turned on by it as he had. Worse, Zara was certain he would know his taking command and fucking her mouth had contributed in a major way to her highly aroused state. He moved down her body, kissing, sucking, nipping, and caressing as he went.
When he was lying at the juncture of her thighs, his chin resting on her mons, he grinned up at her. Zara tried to squirmaway, but he wrapped his muscular arms around her thighs, using his hands to splay open her outer lips, burying his face in her cunt. His teeth grazed her clit, then latched onto the entrance to her core as he greedily lapped up all her nectar.
Zara screamed in wild carnal bliss as his tongue probed her wet heat—lapping, licking, and sucking her until she climaxed, pushing herself into his face. He ate her as she came and seemed disinclined to stop. Repeatedly, he stabbed at her with his tongue, drawing back to lick and nibble the entrance before doing it again.
Her whole body tightened in expectation of the intense pleasured response she knew he would call forth. She tried to find a way to separate her mental and emotional self from that of her physical being but failed. Her body shuddered as her sheath pulsed with need.
“Noah,” she wailed, coming a second time. Resplendent in the aftermath, she looked down to see him resting his chin lightly on her mons. Crawling back up her body, he kissed her again, then rolled to his back and pulled her close.
“Jesus, that felt good, and you sure do taste sweet.”
“You don’t,” she sighed. “You taste salty with a hint of sweetness, sort of like the salt rim on a margarita glass. Lucky for you, margaritas are my drink of choice.”
He chuckled, his pleasure with her both on the giving and receiving end apparent in its melodious sound.
“Only you like yours on the rocks, not blended, with no salt.”
“But my way sounded more romantic and nicer.”
“That it did.”
Zara signed contentedly and wrapped her arm across his chest, laying her head on his shoulder with one of her legs draped between his.
“I could get used to lying here with you like this.”
“That’s good to hear because, especially after that, there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you go.”
“You think you’ll ever let me give you a proper blowjob?”
“Did I miss something? I fucked your mouth and emptied myself, my cum ending up in your belly. You got turned on by the whole thing, then I tongue fucked you to two orgasms. Sounds pretty damned proper to me.”
She nipped the piece of skin closest to her, which caused him to inhale sharply before squeezing her butt cheek.
“I don’t know… you did only make me come twice. Usually, it’s been three or four times. I’d hate to think you were slacking off.”
“You are so going to regret tossing that little insult my way. The next time I fuck you into exhaustion, I’m going to remind you, I got dissed for only making you climax twice. From now on, woman, I’ll make damn sure before I’m through, you are tired, sore, and completely sated.”
They laid together without speaking for the longest time, idly stroking the other, canoodling in the most intimate manner as if they had been lovers for years. Zara had never known such peace lying within a lover’s embrace. It was becoming more and more difficult to remind herself there was no future with Noah Taylor—there couldn’t be, not if she expected to retain her autonomy and freedom.
Noah would expect her to submit, not just in sexual matters, but in all ways. He would never give up the dominant role and would do whatever he believed was necessary to ensure his status. A little voice inside her head asked if that wasn’t what she truly wanted as well. He had never made any mention of her having to give up her career or change who she was on a fundamental level. She had even heard him tell his colleague he had no desire to uproot her life in London.
That happy thought crossed her mind as she considered, with a few modifications, her place in the mews could easily be made comfortable for them to share. Her style wasn’t overly feminine, and she’d been meaning to redecorate. While she couldn’t hear the man on the other side of the phone conversation, she could glean from what she’d heard, those goons had damaged her place.
“How bad was it?”
“Wha… how bad was what?” he asked, confused.
She leaned up to bring his head down so she could kiss him.
