Fleur
He licked into me. Rendering me speechless.
There was a moment, just a moment where I contemplated ushing him away, slapping his face and screaming at him that he had no right. But just as quickly the urge to do anything but grip his shoulders disappeared.
I clung to him. My nail digging in and moaned. It was a breathy sound. A sound of pure need.
Glancing down, I caught his eye. He was staring straight up at me, the grip on my hip almost painful and the question in his eyes was clear to see.
Was this, ok? did I want him to stop?
So many questions in his dark blue eyes and I was powerless to answer them. I couldn’t do anything but grip his shoulders and hope my legs didn’t give out.
Noah seemed to take that as my agreement. Lapping into me again. One long slow stroke of his
