Right Through Me (The Obsidian Files #1)(38)

“Don’t think about it,” he urged. “We’ll just take this one juicy, earth-shaking, world-rocking, life-altering orgasm at a time.”

She wiped her eyes. “That’s some big talk, buddy. You have a lot to live up to.”

He undid his pants, and let his penis spring out. Large and long, thick and heavy, flushed a hot red. “You have a lot to give in to,” he countered.

She stared down at it, taken aback. “Oh, my.”

He took her hands, and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. Velvety smooth, supple skin, and pulsing vital heat beneath her clutching hands.

He maneuvered her off his body and set her on her feet, and leaned to yank the bedcover down. “Get into bed.”

She slid between silvery-toned sheets. They were crisp and fresh and fragrant. The tears on her face felt cold, but her face burned. Noah pulled condoms out of a drawer in his bedside table, and tossed one onto the bed. He shucked his pants and underwear, tossing them on a chair, and just stood there, letting her look.

Yeah. His abs were flat and hard, his flanks lean, his ass tight, his thighs thick and taut, corded with hard muscle. His big phallus jutted proudly from a thatch of dark hair, flushed and thick. The blunt head gleamed with precome.

He ripped open the condom, and smoothed it over himself. Then shoved the covers aside, and climbed into bed. He was so big, so burning hot. He gripped her knees, tugging gently until her legs opened, and rolled on top of her, between her legs, resting on his elbows.

Her face got hotter, legs clasping him, panic slowly rising as she imagined this big, intense, overwhelming man, all over her. Inside her. Watching her with those weirdly attentive eyes while she fell apart. Drawing his own mysterious conclusions.

It was too much.

He sensed the tension gripping her, human antenna that he was. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t,” she said. “Not with you looking at me like that.”

“I have a beautiful, fascinating woman naked in my bed,” he said. “You think I’m not going to look at you?”

“I’ve been trying really hard for a long time to avoid being noticed, Noah. Now there’s you. A spotlight, an X-ray machine and a microscope rolled together.”

He frowned thoughtfully. “Do you want to be on top?”

She shook her head. “Same problem, different angle.”

He caressed her hip, a soothing massage. “Do you want to stop? If I’m, you know. Too weird for you.”

She slid out from under the cover and turned away from him. “No,” she blurted. “I love being with you. You’re the most generous lover I’ve ever been with. I’m just really tense. A basket case.” She crawled toward the edge of the bed.

Noah lunged to catch her, in a gentle grip. “Wait. Let me work this out. You don’t want to leave. You want me to have sex with you. And you don’t want me to look at you. It’s like a riddle. Just please don’t suggest that I cover my eyes.”

“As if,” she said wryly.

Noah scooted until he was kneeling behind her. He swept her hair to the side, pulled her back against himself and began kissing her neck and shoulder.

She started melting, gasping. Tension inside her released with every skilful caress. She was so primed, so wound up, so needy. It was a brutal twist of fate that this panic held her back. His hand lingered over her breasts, sliding over her belly, then venturing lower. He nudged her forward. She caught herself on all fours.

He rose up, holding her hips. Stroking her ass, tenderly. Patiently.

He wanted her from behind.

“Give me your hand.” He wrapped her fingers around his penis. “Touch yourself,” he said. “And get me nice and wet.”

She did as he asked, pressing his stiff, hot rod against her slick divide. Sliding it up, down. His shudders of pleasure echoed her own. She thudded down onto her elbows. Ass in the air, wide open.

Noah positioned himself behind her, nudging her thighs wider. Caro’s hair hid her face like a curtain. She moaned, breathless and aching with anticipation as he pressed himself against her, but he just rocked the blunt tip of his shaft at her sensitive opening. Up and down. Teasing and tantalizing.

She pushed against him, trying to take him inside.

“Not yet,” he muttered. He caught her clitoris between his fingers as he rocked and stroked. One of his hands clasped over hers, clenched and rigid. Muscles locked with the effort of holding back. Waiting for her.

A secret chamber of her heart opened wide and a deep swell of emotion lifted her in one great toppling wave. She was engulfed.

When her eyes fluttered open, he’d thrust deep inside her and was still waiting. His fingers tightened over hers. “I love when you come around me. Do it again.”

He moved inside her slowly. Deep, gliding thrusts. His big penis stroked heavily against a glowing place inside that melted for him. He kept gliding over it and over it and over it, right where she needed him to be, making her whimper and gasp and sob. Feeling so free. So connected. She never wanted to be alone again.

No. Don’t go there yet. Don’t ruin this for yourself.

She’d thought she could just take what she needed and go when it was time to go. But it wasn’t happening like that at all.

She was the one being taken.



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Fuck. Holding her too tightly. Couldn’t make his fingers relax. Grab a hook.