Chapter 11

Noah stood and wrapped his arms around Raven's waist before she could fall. Half carrying, half dragging her, he stumbled backward into the living room until his calves hit a chair and he collapsed with her straddling him. She buried her face in his neck and he remembered, almost too late, to keep his hands on the chair.

She licked his neck, sucking her way to his jaw. Her hands fumbled with the elastic of his PJs, tugging them down. He raised his hips in assistance until the bottoms pooled at his ankles. And then she had him in her hands, stroking with the perfect amount of pressure to make the world stop.

"Ah yes, baby."

He pushed a few strands of hair away from her face that broke loose from her ponytail and set his hands on her thighs. When she didn't object, he slid them up her belly to cup her breasts. Either she was lost in what she was doing or the touch didn't bother her. Wishing he could get a better handle on her triggers, he caressed her body, warily watching her to make sure he didn't push too far.

He ran the rough pads of his thumbs over her nipples and she sucked in a breath, stilling, eyes closed tight. He froze, waiting on a cue from her.

Her eyes flew open, hands leaving his cock to cup his jaw. She stared down at him, gaze searching, but damn if he could read her. She rose up, keeping his gaze transfixed to hers, and aligned their bodies for him to enter. He held his breath as she paused, suspending them between pain and bliss. And then she lowered her hips, taking him to the root.

If he were the kind of man who wept, he may have done it right then. She was his first lover not using a condom, and the words to describe the full sensation of her tight walls along his shaft hadn't been invented. There were none.

Her hands dropped to his shoulders and held tight. She released a measured sigh, as if remembering she was supposed to breathe. Then her eyes drifted shut and her head fell back, exposing her throat while the ends of her hair brushed his thighs. A thrust of her hips and he was snapped from his haze.

One hand splayed on her back to support her, he worked the other between them to where their bodies joined and circled her clit.

She cried out, clamping around him and thrusting with more force. He rose up to meet her, burying himself deeper every time and still never deep enough. Her fingers fisted in his hair, nails raking his scalp.

Fucking love that.

Bringing his mouth over her breast, he sucked, swirling his tongue around the nipple and biting gently. His arms banded behind her back, holding her to him so he could give the other breast equal attention. She mewled and arched into his mouth.

Their movements grew frenzied, bodies slapping and breaths soughed and untamed sounds that just drove him even closer to the brink. Just as he was about to beg her to come so he could plunge, her walls fisted around him, milking. She quaked in his arms. He drove twice more and stilled, face buried in her shoulder and mouth wide mid-bite. The roar as he came was muffled by her skin, but he felt it all the way to his toes.

She collapsed onto his chest, crushing her breasts against him. Unable to do more than lean back, he ran his hand up the delicate curve of her spine.

"We'll need some protein if we're going to keep this up."

He laughed, surprised he had the energy.

After a few moments, her breathing grew deep and she nuzzled into him. Something inside his chest pinched, not entirely painful, but unfamiliar. Spent himself, he reached for a throw quilt folded over the arm of the nearby couch and covered them. His last conscious thought was how damn nice it felt to have her slight weight on him.