One Last Time(49)

He lifts his head, and my eyes fly open to see why the hell he stopped. “I want to know where you want me to touch you, sweetheart.”

Even in the heat of the moment, Noah cares about what I want.

Others may not understand why this matters to me, but it’s everything. He isn’t trying to get his and move on. The power in this moment breaks any walls I had built.

My fingers glide through his hair, and I hope he sees in my eyes the gratitude I’m feeling in my heart. “Everywhere. I want it all, Noah.”

The fingers that were resting on my stomach find their way under my shorts. “Here?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Lower he goes with our eyes still locked. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. “No,” I say, remembering he wants to hear the words.

He slides his finger against my center, finding my clit, and I no longer can keep my eyes open. My head falls back as he drives me higher than I’ve been able to do on my own. When he inserts a finger, I can’t stop the sound from escaping my throat.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”

Do I sound like I don’t? I’m a mix between a cat meowing and a sheep baa-ing. However, I couldn’t give a shit less because it feels too good.

“Don’t stop,” I command.

Noah does exactly that. His hand goes still, and I want to cry.

“I said don’t. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I push up on my elbows to find him grinning.

“Oh, I’m not stopping. I’m just getting started.” Noah hooks his thumbs into my shorts and starts to pull them off. “I want you naked. I want to see every part of you, touch every inch, and I’m going to taste you.”

My anxiety spikes, knowing I’m about to be completely naked. Obviously, this was going to happen considering what we’re doing, but he’s . . . gorgeous and I’m . . . not.

He seems to sense my shift and looks up. “You’re the most beautiful thing. It’s like you were made for me.”

“Noah,” I say hesitantly as he spreads my legs, moving his head closer.

“Feel free to scream my name while I fuck you with my tongue.”

I gasp at his words, and then the sensation of his mouth overtakes everything. He isn’t tentative as he eats me out—he’s ravenous. Noah sucks, flicks, licks, and slides his tongue against my clit.

He moves back and forth, and the edge I’ve been trying not to fall off comes even closer. I grip the comforter, hoping to hold myself back for just a little longer, but then he slides a finger inside me, and it’s too much.

“Oh, fuck. Shit. God. Noah!” I scream as my back arches off the bed.

I’m done.

Who knew that lack of sex would result in the most intense orgasm of my life?

Dear God.

I will never recover from Noah. If he leaves and we never do this again, I’m going to have to do something to erase my memory. Nothing will come close to the things he says, the way he touches me, or makes me feel.

I’m not even sure if I have bones anymore. Maybe they’ve disintegrated. He climbs back up my body, kissing my skin as he goes.

My fingers tangle in his hair and then slide down his back as he gets higher. “You’re killing me, Kristin.” He pants the words against my ear. “You’re perfect, and I want all of you.”

He’s not the only one that wants it all. I move my hand to his ass, pulling him against me. “I don’t plan to stop.”

He rolls me on top of him and holds my face in his hands. “I don’t want today to be about anything else.”

I look in his eyes, trying to figure out what he means. “Today is about what we want it to be. It’s about us.”

Confliction plays across his face, and then he speaks. “Today you lost something.”

I wonder if he’s bringing up the divorce to see my reaction or for some other reason, but I haven’t thought of that once. All of my mind is on Noah and what he gives me. I don’t want what happens here tonight to be something he ever doubts.

“No.” I shake my head. “I gained something. You’re the only thing I’m thinking of. You’re the only thing I care about today. I want you. I want this.”

His head lifts, and he kisses me. With each touch of our tongues, my fear ebbs, leaving me with desire.

We break apart, and I lean back. “Now, I think you should lose your pants.”

“By all means.” He lets me go and puts his hands under his head. “If you want them off, you’re going to have to do it.”

All right then.

I slide off the bed, enjoying the view of Noah lying there. He took his time, and I plan to do the same. It’s my turn to make sure he remembers tonight. I pop the button of his jeans open and smile as the sound of the zipper fills the space.

He lifts his hips as I pull the clothes off and toss them to the floor. Noah is even better than I pictured. I remember thinking he was packing the good stuff when I was in the pool with him, but I didn’t do him justice.

“Talk about perfect.” I grin.

“I’m all yours.” He stays still, letting me look.

For as long as you want me.

My hands slither up his legs, and I grip his cock.

Now, it’s his turn to make noises.