Right Through Me (The Obsidian Files #1)(40)

She shivered and gasped, whimpering with pleasure at each eager plunge of his tongue into her tight, slick hole.

Didn’t take long. In fact, it was over way too soon. After just a couple of minutes she went rigid as a long, violent orgasm throbbed through her.

He drank it in. Waited for the pulsing shimmers to ease down.

“My turn.” He settled between her legs. “I want to look at you while I’m inside you.”

Her muscles tightened. “Noah . . .”

He froze. “You still can’t bear for me to look at you while we have sex?” he asked. “After what just happened?”

“I . . . I don’t know why. I can’t—”

“I want to see your eyes. I want to watch your tits bounce, I want to play with your clit and watch the colors change on your skin. I want to tongue kiss your mouth while I f*ck you. I want it all.”

“I don’t understand why you’re suddenly so angry,” she whispered.

“I’m not.” He ran his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, frustrated. Tempted to just mount up, push her past the fear barrier, deal with the aftermath later. He was confident he could make her come again.

But even as the thought flicked through his mind, she sensed it. He saw it in her eyes, her sig.

He’d promised that she was safe with him.

He lifted himself off her, fists clenched. “Roll over then,” he said harshly.

Her eyes widened at his tone. “I don’t respond well to orders.”

Shit. Asshole alert. Grab a hook.

He closed his eyes, latched on. Counted slowly down from ten. Frigid waves, lapping on the icy shore. Glacial ice caves. Sea birds. Cold. Numbing cold.

“What are you doing?”

“Chilling . . . out.” After a brief pause, he added. “Hoping for a second chance.”

“Dick move,” she said.

“I know.”

He sensed her hesitating, then smiled to himself when the mattress dipped as she slowly rolled onto her belly.

Yeah. He’d gotten through that without derailing them. Thank God, because he was about to explode. He got into position, nudging her legs wider and nuzzled her graceful back. Pressed hot kisses against her spine. A silent apology.

Apology accepted, if her deep, shuddering intake of breath was any indication.

“Noah?” Her fingers dug into the crumpled sheets, bunching them.

“Don’t worry,” he muttered. “I’ve taken the edge off. I’ll do it right this time. Arch your back more.”

She didn’t argue. Just did it, and moaned softly as he nudged his cockhead against her slit, prodding himself into that tight, quivering clasp. Thrusting slowly, deeply inside, with a rasping groan of pure delight.

“Right,” she said, breathless.

She rocked back to meet each swiveling shove. He loved the sounds she made. She seemed so surprised by pleasure. Tension released inside her with every stroke of his dick, letting him deeper and deeper inside with each stroke. He ached to get rid of the condom and feel her, skin to skin.

She gave her pleasure to him like a gift. He stared down at his stiff, thick phallus pumping rhythmically into that snug, flowerlike opening. She was so generous, coming for him with crazy abandon. Letting him in so completely. Her depth and openness were insanely beautiful. He felt drunk on it.

He licked the sheen of moisture on her back. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured. “So hot. I love how deep you take me. Like being licked all over.” He reached around to caress the tight bud of her clit. She shuddered, panting sharply in the silence and moving eagerly against his petting fingers, whimpering with each heavy stroke.

Erotic heaven.

Who knew how long it would last. He had no data to compare this to. No clue what it might morph into without warning.

So he gave into it, steering her deeper into a dreamlike state of intense, shivering pleasure. Each sensual moment wonderful in itself, then softly giving way to the next one, just as fine.

She came twice more before he dared to ask. “Turn over now,” he urged. “Please. I want to come while I’m looking at you.”

Her body tensed. “No,” she whispered. “I can’t. Don’t take it personally. This is incredible. You’re the best.”

He swallowed his frustration. Dragged his aching dick out of her snug clasp.

“Maybe we should take a break,” he said.

She twisted around to look at him, alarmed. “Don’t you need to come?”

“I won’t die if I don’t.”

She reached down, gripping him. “But I want you to. I love the way it feels.”

“If I follow the rules. Your rules.”

She let go of him and edged away warily. “You’re angry at me.”

He shrugged as he peeled the condom off. “Don’t worry, I’ll still make you come.”

“You think that’s all I want?”

He got up and stalked into the bathroom to ditch the condom. Not without effort. His dick was absolutely unconvinced. Incredulous, even.

He headed back out, spurred on by a fresh surge of frustration. “Why do you hide from me?” he asked her. “Whoever you’re running from, I’m not him.”

She tossed the coverlet aside and got up, going over to the window. She stared out at the dark waters of the lake. “What do you want from me, Noah?”