Sweet Desire Part 1 and 2 (Within Your Embrace series book 1) by Tanita Rose - HTML preview

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Chapter 18

Torture Baby

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Sophie giggled in happiness when she bounced of the bed and looked up at the very nakedly delicious Noah looming over her.

He grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer then reached for the boxers and drew them slowly down her legs, his fingers caressing her skin along the way, making her shiver in anticipation.

He kissed the arch of her foot, threw the boxers on the floor and resumed his kisses all the way up her leg to the juncture of her thighs, just briefly brushing across her pelvis and around her bellybutton making her gasp and laugh at the same time.

She was ticklish and he knew it, by the smile he didn't even try to hide.

He continued upwards, pushing her shirt out of the way with each slow, torturous, yet oh so marvelous soft little touches of his lips.

He reached her breast and enveloped one sensitive nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, nipping slightly, with just enough strength to make it respond and stiffen a bit more. He sucked it harder making her arch up towards him, seeking more.

All of a sudden he was gone and she groaned in disappointment, but she needn't worry, he was pulling her shirt off and throwing it on the floor. His pants followed immediately after, landing on the opposite side of the shirt he just threw. He was back with her, his body enveloping hers a moment later.

Noah looked into her eyes and slowly lowered his head, bestowing a slow sensual kiss that made her head spin and her whole body shudder in delight.

"Noah." She whispered. Moaning when she felt his tongue trailing a path over her chin, behind her ear and down her neck, to the pulsating vein that he sucked in his mouth, probably leaving a mark that nobody would mistake for anything else than what it was.

A mark of ownership.

A mark other men would recognize as one put there by a man possessively declaring she was off limits.

Declaring she was already taken, and if they ventured any further they would be trespassing, so they better back off.

Why that thought thrilled her so much she had no idea, or she did, but refused to admit it to herself.

At least not yet.

She leaned back to expose her neck more, offering herself to him completely. Surrendering not only her body, but also the control she held onto so tightly. She gave it freely, for now. In this moment she didn't need it.

She felt secure in his arms, in the knowledge that he would take care of her. As he had done the night before.

Noah kissed his way down, enveloping one protruding nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly, then more firmly until he had her squirming underneath him.

"Noah." She moaned breathlessly. Pressing herself closer to his wicked mouth. Wanting more, but not knowing how to ask for it.

His hand traveled down to the very core of her, stroking the bundle of nerves at the juncture of her thighs that parted for him of their own accord.

Her pelvis lifted to press more firmly at his teasing hand, but he wouldn't comply. Noah kept his touch light and gentle, driving her mad with increasing frustration.

His thumb brushed across her little nub straining for his attention and she shuddered at the contact. The slight touch rushing sparks of pleasure through her abdomen.

She whimpered from her need for more, her fingers clenching at the sheet beneath her to hold herself grounded from the euphoria crushing through her body, blinding her to anything else, but Noah's carnal touch.

His mouth released her nipple and before she could mumble her protest his lips were on that little nub of bliss. His tongue flicking over it repeatedly, making her squirm underneath him, trying to get closer or maybe trying to get away. At that precise moment she couldn't tell herself.

Noah grabbed her thighs firmly in his hands, spreading them wide to accommodate his shoulders when he dove deeper between them. He spread her lips and licked inside her. Her channel was closing and opening in desperate need to be filled, to experience the fullness of being stretched to the brink, where pleasure and pain mixed seamlessly and interchangeably. She felt empty without it.

She felt his fingers enter her, stroking, turning to find that spongy piece of flesh where all her nerve endings gathered and joined to bind into a delicately complex, yet completely euphoric spot of cells that would drive her in to utter bliss of carnal gratification.

He sucked her engorged little nub into his glistening mouth, twirling his tongue around it and biting slightly. She gushed all over his fingers and blushed deep red when she saw the evidence of her desire, her liquid heat all around his mouth.

Sophie closed her eyes once more, her head falling back on the bed, unable to hold it up at the sensations rocking her body, the tremors of utter and complete rapture coursing through her veins and every cell in her completely satiated body.

"Oh. My. God." She sighed.

"Ohh… I think you killed me."

She felt Noah's shaking body and moved her head slightly to the side so she could look down without her actually having to lift her head.

He was laughing.

"It's not funny. I don't think I'll be able to move for a week." She whispered on a moan when his hand brushed her sensitive nipple.

"We're not done yet." He smirked and pointed down to his still excruciatingly hard erection that was in desperate need of attention.

Her mouth watered at the sight of it.

So magnificent.

Big and hard and sort of angry looking that had her tremble in anticipation.

Noah settled between her thighs and stroked his cock a few times with his hand, before pointing it at her entrance. He brushed it against her clit a few times, eliciting a moan from Sophie.

He slowly pushed the big mushroom shaped head inside her channel and she felt her eyes roll inside her head from the pleasure of that simple contact.

He glided inside her in one slow motion until he bottomed out at the entrance to her womb. Or at least it felt like it.

Sophie swore she could feel him in her tummy. But it was a feeling of such utter bliss she never wanted it to stop. It was somewhere between pleasure and slight pain, just enough for her to feel it, but not enough for her to be uncomfortable because of it.

Their hands entwined, their fingers clutching tightly to hold onto each other while he kept thrusting deep inside of her.

It felt so good. She couldn't believe how lucky she was. She had friends who told her about their first time. Even Andrea's wasn't all that good. Some even said it was a complete disaster.

The guy fumbled in his actions, only concerned about his own pleasure, about his own climax, not caring much about how the girl was doing. Not even caring, if she climaxed at all. Only asking when he already rolled away, if it was good for her or, if she finished. Expecting the answer, yes it was good or yes I came, even when the girl lied to placate his ego.

If he was paying any attention he would know himself, if she was pleased by their coupling. How could a guy not know, if a girl came. Sophie blushed at the thought how she writhed beneath Noah, how her body arched towards him, shaking so badly that only the strength from his much heavier and broader body kept him atop her.

She always moaned and screamed and mumbled incoherently without even realizing it. She supposed a girl could fake a moan.

But what about the clenching of her inner muscles, when she squeezed his cock so hard inside her he couldn't move. That could not possibly be faked, and if it did, the girl would have to have amazing control of her body. Sophie could not even imagine how she would be capable of doing something like that.

Although, the way Noah made love to her, she would never have to find out. There was no need to fake anything, when reality was so magnificently amazing in the first place.

The steady speed he used and the hard thrusts that almost bordered on pain, but were so electrifyingly euphoric they transformed into ecstasy in a manner of seconds were enough to have her become addicted.

She wondered why she waited to have sex for so long when it felt so good, but she knew the answer to that question already.

It was Noah.

Always Noah.

Without him she doubted it would feel so good. So meaningful.

Only Noah could make her feel like she was flying and falling at the same time.

Their hands intertwined above her head, clutching tightly together. Giving each other strength from that simple contact. The energy flowing between them was incredible, so sensual she shuddered at the sheer state of elation her body was in.

Every time he pushed back in, his pelvis brushed against her clit, that combined with his pubic hair, neatly trimmed, but still there, just enough to give her that additional electrifying sensation, which made her soar even higher.

"Come for me baby." He said in that commanding voice of his. It sent a thrill through her body and as if her unconscious mind knew to obey his command her body started trembling, her womb began convulsing and contracting and a sense of elation overwhelmed her.

She clutched his hands tightly, her pelvis arching towards his, needing to get closer, even though there was no more room, nowhere else to go, she tried anyways.

"That's it, Sophie. God, you're squeezing me so tight. It's torture baby… So good. So good. Keep squeezing me like that." He shuddered at the next contraction of her womb.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come. Fuck! Sophie… Sweet Sophie." His thrusts became stronger, deeper, more powerful in every way.

He literally moved their bodies up the bed with how hard he powered inside of her. This triggered another round of spasms for Sophie. An orgasm so powerful she could only hold on and not let her completely destroy her.

She moaned so loudly, her voice so hoarse she didn't even recognize it as her own. "Noah." She called his name with every other breath she took.

And that seemed to spur him on. She could feel he was reaching his own climax, his body trembled above hers. He was breathing heavily and grunting with each and every powerful plunge inside her clenching channel.

He reached inside her depths, so far she thought she could feel him enter her womb, which was ridiculous she knew, but still, he felt so deep. So deep she thought he would never get out, so deep, he would get lodged inside her forever.

And for some reason that didn't terrify her, but rather exhilarated her instead. She never wanted him to leave, she wanted them to stay like this forever. Connected. As if there was no Sophie and Noah, but just them, one soul, one beating heart and one body, where he never ended and she never began, because they were simply one and the same.

He groaned and shuddered above her and she held him tightly to her body, trying to will him her own strength even though it was wilting fast with exhaustion.

She felt the first shot of his semen inside her, it catapulted from his cock so suddenly she gasped at the sensation and then it was as if he was pouring himself into her awaiting body.

And her womb accepted every drop so willingly it almost sucked it from him, at least it felt that way to her when she couldn't stop contracting around him. Every time she did he would come some more and it would trigger another shudder from her.

God, this was so incredible. Not in her wildest dreams, and she had a pretty good imagination, would she ever conjure the sensations coursing through every cell in her body at the moment.

Sophie remembered the rumors about Noah. The whispered conversations and innuendos. The girls referring to him as a Greek God, and in a way she believed them at the time, but she always thought that they were exaggerating, mostly to make the other girls jealous of what they were missing. And also brag about the fact that they had sex with the Noah Crawford. The man was a legend and not just between the sheets.

Well. She sure didn't think they were exaggerating now.

She felt completely and utterly depleted.

And oh so thoroughly satisfied.

Greek God indeed. Add some other religions to the mix and you got it. Forget just Zeus and Adonis, helooo Thor. You get the picture.

He sure brought the thunder. Hhh…Hhh... God, Sophie, delusional much? Her brains synopses were not working properly, apparently.

Yeah, 'cause he fried them all… With his penis.

God, she was too tired to even laugh. She just wanted to lay there and feel his weight atop her. And never get up. Yeah, that would be just fine with her.

But he had other ideas. He rolled them over, so she was lying on top of him. One of his hands was at the small of her back, slowly stroking, caressing, making little comforting circles on her overheated skin.

She felt his cock slowly soften inside of her and slide out of her sensitive channel, making her tremble in response.

Noah softly kissed her forehead and she sighed in contentment.

Sophie couldn't think of another moment where she was happier than in that one. Lying here in Noah's arms after they just had the most sensually groundbreaking and earthshattering sex of her life.

Of course, she'd only been having sex for like a day and a half, well not really, more like one night and into the next morning, which technically did consist of another day, so yeah, she would go with a day and a half.

Not long by most people's standards, but to Sophie it felt like an eternity. A wonderful, incredible, mindboggling, fantastic, extraordinary eternity.

She felt like giggling and she barely stopped herself from doing so. She didn't want to appear immature in front of Noah. She was his little sister's best friend and she didn't want him to be reminded of that. Not in this particular moment, when he saw her as a woman.

She moaned in contentment and pure serenity that she felt in his arms. They didn't have to say anything. The silence wasn't awkward at all, in fact it was comforting. They were both just basking in the aftermath of what transpired between them.

She felt his hands caressing hers and without a second thought she returned the favor. It all felt so natural, as if they were doing this for a long time and they were together sexually for months, years even and not merely a day. And a half.

She smiled at that.

Nothing could mar this moment, she thought.

And then the doorbell rang.