He caressed her cheek, just a light brush with the tip of his fingers, but she felt it in her soul. Warming her from the inside, igniting her core.
Her breath hitched and her pulse sped in anticipation of what was to come.
She looked into his eyes and saw the same desire reflected in those blue depths which were darkening with need, their brilliance dimmed with the storm brewing behind their surface, turning them into a dark navy blue.
She was mesmerized by the transformation happening before her, his façade fading away, revealing the man beneath; raw, open, uninhibited and unrestrained.
His thumb brushed her lower lip, lightly caressing the soft texture, dipping inside her mouth where it touched just the tip of her tongue.
Her breath caught in her lungs, unable to exhale, she stared into his eyes, so warm and encouraging. It gave her confidence and she extended her tongue that retreated at their contact, licking around his thumb, sucking it in her mouth.
His eyes darkened further, they brimmed with desire and need, which flowed in overwhelming quantity through her body as well.
He pulled out of her mouth, but she followed, not wanting to lose his taste. It was intoxicating. She inhaled much needed air, breathing in his alluring scent, making her quiver.
He stopped her by tracing his fingers down her throat, feeling her rapidly beating pulse, he leaned down and kissed the pulsating vein.
She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, but a little groan still escaped.
He kissed her collarbone, lightly nipping the skin and then licking the sting away. He pulled the strap of her dress down her shoulders and followed its path with his mouth, bestowing soft little kisses along the way.
She trembled in his arms and he pulled her closer into his body, his left hand on the small of her back applying a slight pressure, while his right hand caressed her arm.
From her shoulder, slowly down to her elbow, gliding to her wrist, to the palm of her hand. Interlacing their fingers, intertwining them together, he brought them up between their bodies, to their beating hearts.
He leaned towards her parted lips sweeping her in a kiss so full of promise and desire. She felt elated, feeling his tongue merge with hers in a dance of carnality and rapture.
He deepened their kiss while his arms went around her, bringing her closer to his hard body.
Her hands weaved themselves around his neck, into his hair, the silky dark strands so soft to the touch. She pressed him closer into her mouth, moaning at the sensation it invoked. They were devouring each other, almost in a frenzy, but he slowly brought them back, his touch soft and blissful.
She sighed in happiness and joy filling her heart.
He turned her around and slowly lowered her zipper, his other hand caressing the path of her revealed skin. His hands going inside her dress, enveloping her naked body. He stroked her stomach, and she gasped, trembling with his touch. He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder, along her collarbone, behind her ear, sucking it in his mouth, nipping it slightly and licking the sting away.
He kissed her chin, bestowing small, soft kisses until he reached her mouth. She turned halfway to give him better access and he took full advantage, his mouth capturing hers in a battle for her surrender.
His hands traveled up her stomach, to the underside of her breasts. He weighed them in his hands like precious little morsels, reaching further up to squeeze her puckered nipples, the little points becoming even more pronounced.
He kneaded her soft round breasts with his large hands, encompassing every inch of them. She was breathing loudly, leaning back into his hard body to borrow his strength. She felt his hardness pressing into her, barely restrained by the confines of his pants.
He pulled back and she released a soft moan of protest. She felt his smile on her lips and gentle kiss to let her know he was not finished yet.
Her dress was tugged down slowly, it was briefly caught by the mounds of her breasts and the pointy tips of her erect nipples, until it pooled at her feet.
She felt his hands at her hips, brushing the underside of her lacey, champagne colored panties that matched her dress. He slowly pulled them down, and she felt him kneeling behind her.
"Step out." He said.
She obeyed his command and he kissed the cheek of her ass, first one and then the other. He stood up and with a sudden move she did not expect, he lifted her in to his arms. Hers went around his neck. She leaned back to look into his eyes and they were crinkled, smiling. She smiled in response.
He gently lowered her on to the bed, kissed her mouth briefly and stood back up. He started unbuttoning his shirt, he discarded his tie earlier when they arrived, one button at a time, slowly, so slowly, it was driving her mad.
The anticipation, the need, the desire, all coursing through her heated body, making her sleek, in order to welcome him into her eager channel.
Finally, he pulled the shirt out of his pants, taking it off and discarding it on the floor, next to her dress. He unfastened his belt, pulling it out of each loop, letting it drop to the floor. He reached for his pants, the zipper slowly sliding down, revealing his straining manhood.
He tugged his pants down, stepped out of them and moved towards the bed. He didn't remove his boxers, but she could still see the enormity of his cock in the tight constrains it was trying to break out of.
She would have laughed in fright, if she was not already so aroused, she didn't care how much it was going to hurt. All she knew, all she felt, was that she needed it, needed him, to make this ache go away, to help her find the ever alluding release, that was always just out of reach.
***
Noah approached the bed and he could see the arousal reflecting in her eyes, the need and demand of her flushed body she didn't fully comprehend. God, but she was beautiful, so exquisite he was almost afraid to touch her.
"It's going to be okay, baby. I'll make it good for you. I promise."
"I know you will. I trust you."
And those three little words meant everything. Sophie putting her trust in him, after everything she'd been through, was a damn miracle. A miracle he would cherish forever. And he vowed he would not let her down. He would make this night special for her, for both of them.
A night she would remember for the rest of her life, a night she would cherish and look back on with a smile on her perfect lips.
She would not regret bestowing her trust upon him.
He leaned over her, first kissing her nose, then each of her eyelids, he moved lower, nuzzling her cheek, kissing just beneath her ear and making her shiver.
He kissed a path down her neck, the hollow of a dimple where it met her pulsing vein, her shoulder, her collarbone… and down he went, to the valley of her rising breasts.
He kissed first one beneath the swell of it, from beginning to the end, not one millimeter was left untouched, and when he was satisfied his exploration was thoroughly done, he moved to the other, repeating the whole process all over again.
***
Sophie was mindless in her bliss, her breasts felt so full, so sensitive, she was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm, and the only thing he did was touch her breasts.
How was that even possible?
The only explanation?
His mouth was pure magic.
Completely lethal to a woman.
No man should hold so much power, not with a simple caress, a soft touch of his mouth that made a woman dream she belonged. Made her want to jump and fall into the unknown, without a single thought of the consequences it may bring, to her already shattered life, her innocent heart and her fragile soul.
All it mattered was him and the moment they were in.
She let go of her fear, of any lingering doubts and self-recriminations, and simply surrendered within his embrace.
She gasped when his mouth surrounded her nipple, sucking the tip and laving it with his tongue. She closed her eyes, her head falling back at the pleasure she was feeling, her chest arching of the bed, pressing tighter against him, urging him to continue, to never stop.
He held her tightly while she writhed beneath him, making her feel secure and anchored. When it all became too much, he was there to soothe her, reassure her, he would never let her fall too far, he was her safety net, of that she was certain.
He kissed a soft, wet trail down to her bellybutton, surrounding it with his tongue, licking around and around, dipping slightly inside and repeating the process.
She could feel his smile against her heated skin. He was enjoying it, the fact that he was making her delirious with his caresses, and that wicked tongue of his.
The man was a master at seduction and the games he played. She didn't want to think of how he perfected his mastery, that would only kill the mood.
He abandoned her bellybutton for now, giving it one last kiss and moving further down to her pelvis. He breathed her in, and she blushed profusely. She tried to close her legs out of sheer embarrassment, but he was having none of that, he pushed them further apart.
"No. Mine to play with." His possessive statement both shocked and aroused her. Sophie felt his fingers tighten around her legs, holding still, while he wedged his broad shoulders between them. He inhaled once more, closing his eyes, as if he savored the feeling.
He looked down and his eyes shined even brighter. God, he was looking right at her lady bits. Kill her now.
She didn't have long to be embarrassed, because his wicked tongue was at work again. He licked a path from the beginning of her slit to the top where her hidden little button lay. And when he brought it out of hiding, licking it thoroughly, delivering a slight nip of pain, which only increased the elated ecstasy her body was rising to.
He licked and sucked at her hidden treasure, switching between the two, keeping her on edge of the precipice, unable to fall over, or perhaps, unwilling to.
She never wanted these feelings to end, they were burning her, scorching her womb, contracting it in desperate need of something more.
She felt on fire and yet she felt empty. She needed him so utterly, she could not deny it. She may have been innocent, but she recognized the demands of her body. It craved to be filled, wholly, completely.
Little tremors shook her body, enveloping her from the inside out. She could feel it coming, just out of reach. So close, she could almost taste it.
He pressed his tongue harder against her clit, the raspy surface of it sending shock waves through her pelvis and spreading to the rest of her body.
She bucked wildly underneath him, unable to control her movements. He nipped her clit a little bit, then sucked it inside his mouth sending her into a screeching, mind-blowing euphoria Sophie never wanted to end.
"Oh, oh, oh… Noah, God, I can't. MMM… OOOOhhhh. So good. I can't." She was babbling, unable to form a coherent sentence. He kept licking her, prolonging her orgasm. Tremors shook her body, undiminishing in intensity for several lasting moments.
She lay there, splayed before him. "Oh my God. I think you killed me."
She heard his chuckle and opened her eyes, lifting her head to get a better view of his face. He was smiling and it did something inside of her, her heart, her soul, she felt invigorated and so full of happiness she could barely contain it.
She smiled back at him.
"Ready for more?" He asked, but he was already moving up her body.
"Absolutely." She whispered.
They were face to face and he was staring into her eyes, as if trying to see inside her mind. Hopefully he couldn't, because there were too many emotions welling there, and she didn't dare show him the true extent of her feelings.
Those she kept hidden, secured tightly inside of her, deep, where only she could reach them, where only she knew the depth of their existence.
He kissed her slowly, leisurely, with all the time in the world, despite the fact she could feel his hardness at her belly, twitching with its urgency to be satisfied, to be fulfilled, and the knowledge of the only place that would suffice.