Page 82 of More Than Just Friends

I’d always thought that it was a myth that there were men who actually enjoyed eating a woman out. But now I knew otherwise. Noah was lavishing my clit with so much attention and dedication that if I asked him to do it all night, he’d request overtime so he could continue licking me all week.

I gripped the back of his head and pushed him in deeper.

‘Oh God! Right there!’ I cried out.

He was going to do it again.

The beautiful bastard was going to tip me over the edge.

Already.

It was too soon.

Noah circled my clit with his tongue, before plunging multiple fingers inside me.

‘Noah! Jesus. I don’t want… I can’t come yet… please,’ I pleaded.

He paused, lifted his head and a smug smile spread across his face.

‘Still think it’s “big talk”?’ he teased.

‘Okay, okay, I shouldn’t have doubted you.’

‘Apology accepted. Now do you want me to continue fucking you with my tongue or are you ready to be filled up with my cock?’

Talk about a difficult question.

That was like asking if I wanted to eat a delicious gooey chocolate cake or a giant bowl of my favourite, creamy chocolate ice cream. Both options were amazing.

But in the interest of equality, perhaps I should opt for the dick.

I’d already sampled his fantastic fingers and talented tongue. It was only right that I gave another part of his anatomy a fair chance.

‘Cock, please,’ I said like I was ordering a dish from a restaurant’s menu. Next I’d be asking for a side of balls.

‘Great choice, madam.’ He smirked. After licking my juices from around his mouth, he stood up.

His boner was straining against his boxers before, but now it looked like a loaded gun about to shoot a hole through the fabric.

He went to pull them down, but I bolted upright and grabbed his hand.

‘Can I?’ I asked.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ he said.

I sat up and placed my hands at the edges, before peeling them down.

As his cock sprang free, my eyes flew so far out of their sockets I was sure they’d landed in another galaxy before pinging back.

‘Whoa! What the…? Noah?’ I looked up at him, confusion and shock written across my face. All of these years he’d had that in his pants? I had no idea. ‘How the…? How did you manage to hide that?’

Noah laughed.

I didn’t.

I was the poor woman who had to fit that weapon of mass destruction inside her without being split in two and needing to be rushed to the nearest Greek hospital for emergency stitches.

‘We’ll take it slow,’ he said softly.