Page 122 of I Never Stopped Loving You

The afternoon light is filling the room causing her skin to glow. She pulls off her lace bra, and I can’t suppress the groan as I reach toward her, but she steps away.

“Willow,” I growl.

She seductively lowers herself to the floor between my legs and looks up at me.

“I said, let me take care of you.”

Her hands run up my legs and press against my stomach, forcing me back. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as she unbuttons my jeans and slowly pulls them off. I lift my hips, allowing her to pull them down before lifting my legs. My boxers are still on, but you can clearly see the evidence of the effect this woman has on me.

A dark spot of pre-cum is spreading through the fabric, and her eyes watch it intensely for a moment while she bites her lower lip. My cock throbs from that look of desire in her eyes, and I watch her lips curl into a devilish smirk as she watches my cock get harder.

She grips the band of my boxers and wastes no time in pulling them off my body. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, and it’s so cute watching the blush creep up her neck and fill her cheeks.

“Fuck, Noah. I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” she moans as her nails rake up and down my thighs.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

The sensation of her nails dragging lightly over my bare skin causes me to groan as I rest my head against the mattress and close my eyes. A small headache is starting to form, but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this, especially not when I feel her delicate touch as she wraps her hand around my cock.

“I don’t do this kind of thing,” she whispers as her hand strokes from the base of my cock up to the tip.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “What thing? Sex?” I ask.

My head is starting to feel pressured.

“No,” she laughs. “I’m not impulsive. I plan everything out. I think logically. But with you…Dammit. All logic is thrown out the fucking window.”

“That’s ‘cause you don’t need logic to make sense of what we got between us, Willow. I told you, we’re meant to be. I know it.”

I prop myself back up on my elbows to watch her explore my body. Her one hand stays wrapped around my cock while the other begins to trace the tattoos on my stomach as she raises the shirt higher, then stops to cup my balls as she continues to torture me.

I didn’t think about the tattoo I have on my chest. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t ask about it Sunday morning, but then again, I had her distracted. Now I’m the one who’s distracted.

“Maybe you’re right,” she says quietly. “Maybe I need to stop fighting it.”

Yes. Stop fucking fighting it. Just let yourself feel the connection again. The one that’s always been between us, Little Rabbit. The little voice in my head is demanding that I tell her everything, but I’m suddenly silenced as she leans forward and wraps her lips around my cock.

“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan as I fall back onto the bed.

Her tongue is teasing the vein along the underside before flicking against the tip. Her hand moves up and down along the shaft while her other hand is digging her nails into my thighs.

“Jesus, Willow. Fuck.”

I can feel her smile as much as her lips can from being stretched around my girth. She hums when my fingers sink into her soft hair, and it causes vibrations to run along my length. She’s enjoying every second of this. I just wish my head would stop pounding so I could be fully in it with her.

Her throat tightens as she gags when my tip hits the back of her throat, and she pulls back slightly. But when she hears the moan slip from my lips, she presses forward and plunges the tip of my cock right back down her throat. I swear I see stars when I feel her gag around me.

“Willow, slow down. I’m…Fuck. This feels so fucking good, but I need to be inside you.”

She doesn’t need any persuading. She stands and shoves her leggings to the floor before kicking them off. No thong either? Fuck, this woman’s going to be the death of me. She can’t be walking around here with no thong. I’ll be fucking feral at all times knowing that.

She climbs on top of me and settles herself right above my cock. I swear I can feel the heat of her body filling mine, or maybe that’s the headache that’s slowly taking over my mind. Fuck. I don’t know. All I know is if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to lose my mind.

“Willow, please. I need to feel you,” I beg.

That’s right, I’m not ashamed. I’ll gladly get on my knees and beg this fucking woman. I’d do anything for her.

“Fuck, Noah. I’m not going to lie, hearing you beg is hot,” she moans as she rolls her hips and grinds herself along my length.