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A couple of older men, well-dressed, with wives in heavily beaded gowns greeted us and Noah introduced me. “This is Madison Stewart, owner of the downtown treasure box Maple Street shop and my girlfriend,” he said. I blushed a little under the introduction.
They shook my hand and spoke highly of Noah, his business acumen and impressive achievements for such a young man. After we spoke with them for a few minutes, the music in the gleaming ballroom changed to an instrumental I recognized. I whispered to Noah, “Let’s dance. This was on Bridgerton, and it was so romantic.”
“Ah, a Bridgerton girl,” he said slyly, “should I walk you out to the gardens and try to compromise you?” I grinned at him.
He led me onto the dance floor where two or three dozen couples already danced to the orchestral arrangement of a Taylor Swift song. I rested one hand on his shoulder, and he held the other hand, leading me in a waltz I didn’t quite know how to do. Noah was a strong partner, commanding and with an irresistible lead. I felt swept into the music and didn’t have to think about the steps or bumping into anyone. It was a bright, swirling interlude of feeling like we were the only people in the world, just swirling in his strong arms and being absorbed by the music. I let my eyes drift shut and thought what a perfect moment this was. When the song ended, he took my hand and kissed it, “I never want to dance with anyone else,” he said. I nodded, starry eyed over him and this magical evening.
We sipped champagne, bid on items in a silent auction for the charity, and danced again and again. I didn’t want the evening to end, but finally my shoes began to pinch.
“Would it scandalize everyone here if I took my shoes off and danced barefoot?” I whispered to him.
“I think that means your coach is about to turn into a pumpkin,” he said lightly, “let’s go.” I nodded in agreement with one last wistful look around the ballroom.
“It really is like something out of a movie,” I confided.
“What you’re saying is the next time I have to go to an event with dancing, you promise to be my plus-one?”
“Yes please,” I said eagerly, and his smile was so gorgeous it took my breath away.
He drove to my building and parked to walk me in.
“Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it,” I said. “Would you like to come upstairs?”
“I’d fucking love to come upstairs,” he said making me laugh. I carried my shoes, tiptoed on bruised feet, and he followed me up the steps to my door. Even the way he leaned into whisper in my ear as I unlocked my door felt like it should have a romantic soundtrack swelling in the background.
Noah locked the door behind us. Before I could awkwardly offer him a tour of my studio apartment, he crowded me and backed me up toward my bed, his hand cupping my cheek as he gave me soft, suggestive kisses. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees. Nervously, I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to draw him up to join me. He shook his head, a wicked grin on his face that shot sparks of want right through me. I wanted to be filled with him and wrapped up in his arms all night, our legs twisting together in multiple ways. I felt my mouth go dry with that longing. I wanted to say something, but all my words had vanished, along with my ability to breathe in a regular way.
Noah’s fingers wrapped around my bare ankle, and he drew my leg to his shoulder. He shrugged off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. My foot was just propped there on his broad shoulder as I felt the shift and movement of him rolling his shirtsleeves up to expose tanned forearms. I couldn’t wait to see what he did to me. Something that required such preparation and more range of motion than a fitted tuxedo jacket afforded him. A swoop in my stomach told me this would be unforgettable. My eyes bored into his as he grinned a filthy half-smile and ran his hands up the backs of my calves.
A shiver trailed the touch of his hot hands on me. I shook with raw want when he swept his hands between my thighs and parted them. The stroke of his thumbs would have been soothing if they hadn’t been so close to the place that pulsed and ached for him. The quiver of my muscles at his touch led him to plant a kiss on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I couldn’t stifle the little sound I made or take my eyes off him, his handsome face, the stubble along his jawline.
My leg jerked in his grip when he kissed my thigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force embarrassment away. My body responded to him in a dramatic way. I looked away, breaking eye contact with him and tried to shut my legs.
“Hey,” he said, his hand trapped between my thighs. Noah petted me and drew a sharp breath asking, “what’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” I whispered miserably, still looking away from him, unable to meet his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m embarrassed,” I confessed. “I’m so… wet. I know what you must think of me.” Shame heated my face.
“What? That you’re exquisitely sensitive? That you’re so wet that it makes me feel like an incredible lover because you respond to my touch like that? Why would you be ashamed of your body? Or this pretty pussy that’s flushed and slick for me? God, Madison, I could eat you out for days like this and never get enough. Please—” he broke off, his voice husky and raw.
Noah set that big hand on my pussy and the rasp of his palm on my outer lips filled me with a rush of desire for him. I unbent, trying to relax as I let my legs fall open for him again. He nuzzled my slick flesh and made an mmm sound as if he wanted to bury his face in my core. “Let me, baby, please. I want to taste you so bad it’s driving me insane.”
Again, he rubbed his thumb over my slit and gave an admiring noise as he pressed the thick tip of his thumb just inside me. He breached the lips, and I felt the flutter of my inner muscles clench already. I tried to babble something to him, but it was impossible to speak. I would only have begged him at that point anyway. I pushed my hips forward against his hand and his thumb sank into me. I sighed in relief at having something to clench on, which I needed instantly as he closed his soft lips on my clit and began to suck and lick it. He kissed first one lip and then the other, dragging the tip of his tongue through my folds with tormenting slowness. He mapped every whorl of my secret places, his muscular tongue finding every spot that gave me pleasure as if he were taking notes. My legs were over his big shoulders, which pressed my thighs wider, spreading me for him like some luscious feast. I liked that he wanted to look at me, to touch and press and kiss to find out what I needed, to coax me up the mountain of my climax. But he was just too good.
When Noah tried scissoring two fingers into my pussy as he licked my clit, everything exploded. My senses roared with a thundering pleasure that clawed at me roaring. It was no gentle sweet orgasm, but one that threatened to tear me apart. At last, I was calmer, the flutters of my inner muscles still telling the story of how intense that orgasm was. I had scratched his shoulders, had arched up on the bed and screamed.
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen was you coming from my mouth on your clit, Madison,” he said, “Let me go again, please. It was too short. I can do better.”
“If you do any better, I’ll black out. No way,” I said, trying to get my breathing back to normal after the exertion.
“I want to. I’ve been waiting weeks to work you over and explore every way there is to make you come, Madison.”
“I definitely want to do my part to support scientific research,” I teased, “what did you have in mind?’
“First, fingering you and eating you out, which we did. Now I want to hold you if you need to be held before we go on.”
