Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(34)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Shalan giggled when she saw me stop and take in every inch of her body. “What are you waiting for?”

I studied her beautiful face, her perfect tits, the navel ring that sparkled against her skin, and then those panties. My thumbs got a hold of the elastic on the sides and slowly I pulled them down over her hips. I looked up and saw her mouth open just enough. Her sweet lips were still wet from our last kiss and I didn’t know whether to look down at what I was doing, or pause for another one of her sensual kisses.

She leaned up on her elbows and long, dark strands of hair fell down over her br**sts. She wanted me to taste her, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she desired. There was too many other things I wanted to do first.

“Stand up.” She did as I requested, standing on the bed and looking down at me. Gradually, inch by inch, I pulled down the panties and got my first look at her pu**y. She wasn’t acting like my staring at her was making her uncomfortable. For someone that hid the way she looked, she wasn’t at all ashamed to be naked in front of me.

A reminder of how she affected me was making me want to react immediately to the way she was standing, so close I could kiss her pu**y if I just leaned a few inches closer. My dick caused me to take a second and rethink my decision. Instead of plunging right in, I kissed her inner thigh, licking up until my hair teased her sex. She ran her fingers through mine, while I pulled her back down on the bed. I crawled forward, dangling my body over the top of that sexy figure to kiss her again. Our tongues collided and teased until the intensity overwhelmed us. As I pulled away she grabbed my hand and stuck my middle finger in her mouth, sucking it with her eyes fixed on me. I watched her little tongue flick the tip and then take it back in again. My dick beat like a pulse and I imagined it in her mouth, being surrounded by her own slippery saliva.

“Yeah, I like that show.” I moved her hair away from her face. “How about you do that same thing somewhere else.”

She giggled and removed my finger, displaying these wild eyes that I’d never seen before. She took ahold of my erection and pulled me up so that it was close to her. I watched as she ran my tip over the smooth skin of her chin. “You’d like me to suck it, wouldn’t you?” She licked her lips and stared at it. I watched her bite down on her own lip and suck it. “Mmm, I bet I could make you feel you so good.”

“Don’t mess around, Shalan. This goes both ways.”

She licked the tip quickly. “Exactly.” Then she spit on it, coasting the saliva around and then licking it back off. She held me at the base and teased the tip with her mouth. Gently making contact with her tongue, and then moving it away. I started moving my body forward to provoke her to go on with it, but she was determined to make me beg.

The room was blistering hot, and I thought about pulling her into the bathroom and grabbing a shower. Shalan had other plans for us. She shook my cock, slapping it against her lips as it moved around. Then her lips wrapped around the tip and she sucked hard. “Whoa!” I needed her to stop. What she was doing was uncomfortable. And then I understood.

She spit on my c**k again and used her bottom lip to spread it over my shaft. Her eyes stayed on me as she took as much of me in her mouth as she could. Her lips, stretched out as far as they could go, were full of cock.

My cock.

And she wasn’t backing away.

No, Shalan sucked on my c**k like she was going to win a prize. She was skilled and used her free hand to massage my balls. She kept pulling away, sucking on her free fingers, and then using the saliva as lubrication to play with skin between my balls and my ass, while she was sucking me off. I listened to her lips lapping up my dick. Her pace was rapid, but not tame. Instead she moved from side to side, making it both uncomfortable and exciting.

Then she pushed me away.

I fell to the side of her on the bed, stiff and wondering what she was doing. Shalan stood overtop of me. She straddled my body and ran her fingers over her hardened ni**les. I watched her turn around and smack both of the cheeks on her ass. She wiggled them around and looked down at me. I saw her separate her cheeks and bend over, giving me the sexiest display of pu**y I’d ever seen close up. She was spread and ready, and about to be filled.

I sat up on my knees and ran my hand over one of her ass cheeks. Shalan leaned forward more, pressing her face flat on the bed. She reached between her legs and ran her fingers in between her pu**y lips. She moved her fingers back and forth to bring them back to her lips.

She flipped over and spread her legs wide open, leaving me in between them. I watched her reach down and trace those fingertips around her pu**y. “See something you want, Noah?”

I scooted forward and slapped that hot muff with my hard erection. “I see something that’s about to be mine.”

Shalan

“Don’t keep me waiting, Noah. Show me what you can do with it.” I was almost laughing as I said it, knowing that it wasn’t the way I normally spoke. In fact, I’d never talked dirty before. As far as sex went, I was pretty predictable. I’d lay there, or climb on top, never really saying anything during the whole episode.

This was different. Noah was so attentive. He was gentle when he needed to be, and to the point at other times.

He was larger than I expected, just like he’d promised. For a moment I wanted to roll my eyes at the fact that he’d warned me, and I hadn’t taken him seriously.

I could feel him there, pressing his erect shaft right at the base of my opening. My mind was in a million places, but I could tell he was completely focused. I was giving him a part of me that I considered precious. Many men had tried to get me into their beds, with no result. I refused to lower my standards and become the girl who had her number on the wall of every gas station bathroom for a fifty mile radius of where I lived. My ex had been the exception. I’d made him wait months before he could cop a feel, and even longer before I agreed to have sex.

With Noah it was somehow easy. I wanted to be with him. The attraction to him had even started that first night at the bar. He was so handsome, and I thought that someone like me would never have an opportunity with someone like him.

Then I fought with my own conscience about that attraction. I think in some ways I was punishing myself for being curious, when all the while my boyfriend was sleeping with my best friend behind my back.

I should have been heartbroken over it. Instead, I was watching the tip of Noah’s c**k glide inside of me, as if he’d done it a hundred times before. I’m not going to lie and say that it wasn’t uncomfortable. I tried to relax, and prepare for what was happening, but honestly I hadn’t given myself a second to think about what we were doing. I mean, I knew we were having sex, but this was with Noah, my hero, the man I never thought would ever want someone as damaged as me. I know he’d come on to me, but I hadn’t considered his intentions genuine.