The Blind Date Landish, Lauren (read a book TXT) 📖

between us as our lips press together almost painfully. I can’t get enough of him. I need him more than air.

I need . . . more.

I must say it out loud because he responds.

“What . . . what about protection?” Noah grunts out between our kisses. I slide back and off his lap, my gaze filled with lust as I get on my knees to start pulling at his belt. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.

“I’m clean, on birth control,” I tell him. “You?”

“Clean . . . no birth control,” Noah jokes, but he’s pushing his pants down so roughly that I’m afraid he’s going to pop a seam. Somehow, he manages, and what springs forth is . . . amazing.

I stare at his perfect cock. Unconsciously, my mouth waters, and my nipples ache in my bra. It’s exactly what I need, and I push him back, taking him in my hand. He’s so warm, steel wrapped in silken velvet, and I stroke him almost reverently as I look up into his face.

“We’re going to have to take it slow.”

“If you keep touching me, it’s going to be over fast,” he warns. “I’ve been waiting for this. For you.”

“We both have,” I agree, climbing up from between his legs. I drop my panties to the floor, stepping out of them, and then drop my bra before straddling him again.

Noah’s hands come to my waist, supporting me as I reach between his legs and notch him at my entrance. Planting my hands on the back of the couch, I let myself relax, feeling him stretch me.

“Big. Long time,” I pant as I feel him push into me. “Damn, Noah.”

“If you need to, we can—” Noah says, but I relax my thighs more, sinking onto him and taking away both of our voices as I slowly take him inside me in one long stroke that has my eyelids fluttering and my head falling back. “Riley . . . fuck.”

I’ve never been this full before. All I know is pleasure as he completes me, my body electrified and my nerves singing in joy as more and more of him stretches me open. Finally, I can feel his thighs press against my ass, and I realize I’ve taken all of him.

Honestly, I feel like I just accomplished something. Completing a marathon? Pshaw. I just took Noah Daniels’s dick. For his part, Noah looks like he’s in heaven too, and he lets go of my waist to cup my breasts. “You,” he says as he runs his hands over my soft mounds, teasing my nipples, “are amazing.”

He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, and yes, amazing.

I begin rolling my hips, slowly at first to stretch my body out so I can get used to the size of him inside me. I have to breathe deeply, pleasure and fullness and the overwhelming headiness of this entire experience threatening to send me flying apart too soon.

My core clenches in mini spasms, getting me closer and closer to the edge of no return. And then my whole body begins to tremble with the impending climax.

“So sexy,” Noah growls against my skin, his lips replacing his hands on my nipples.

I pick up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders. I try to look down into his hair, gripping him as unspeakable sensation assaults me. Coming? No. This is more, and I can feel him fighting himself to let me stay in control. “Noah . . . you feel so good,” I pant, squeezing his body.

“Fucking love your pussy,” he moans around my nipple. The dirty talk fuels me, and I speed up, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rush to the edge of shattering.

“Harder! Please. Fuck me, Noah!”

It’s as though I’ve given him permission to unleash himself, or at least his tight hold on his control. And unrestrained Noah is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.

Noah wraps his arms around my lower back, locking me in place against him, and then his hips lift to meet mine with powerful strokes. The hard slaps of our bodies and the thrust of his cock inside me are explosive, and my core quivers. I cry out, clamping tightly around him. I’m swept away as I come, screaming his name and gushing all over his hardness, my body jerking and shaking as Noah holds me securely in his arms.

“I’ve got you . . . I’ve got you,” he promises, but as I come back, I realize something. He hasn’t come . . . yet.

“Noah?” I ask, and Noah grins devilishly.

Noah doesn’t say anything, just lifts me in his arms and turns me around. I grab the couch and get on my knees, my pussy open and exposed as Noah gets behind me.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he runs a gentle hand down my spine, looking at me spread sexily before him. “I could get used to this.”

His thrust is powerful, jolting up my spine as he grabs my hips and fills me again, both of us crying out.

Did I ask for harder moments ago?

I had no idea what I was asking for . . . and I love it. He’s not showing me any mercy, and I want it this hard, this deep.

I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, like our jagged-breathed oxygen deprivation—or maybe it’s hyperventilation?—is making me hallucinate. I feel Noah in my soul, not just my body.

All I can do is hold on to the couch and push back so he doesn’t bury me in the plush couch cushions. I grunt with every thrust, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes because it feels so good to bounce back and forth on his cock.

A sharp jolt rocks me, the sting of Noah’s palm on my ass cheek surprising me. But my pussy squeezes tight in response, and Noah has to fight his way in and out of me, my muscles in a state of near lockdown.

“Riley . . . I . . .”

Suddenly, ecstasy blooms, and my whole body blows wide open. I am nothing but pleasure personified. “Yes!” I cry out, and Noah bottoms out deep inside me.

Noah swells, impossibly