As the first hints of dawn filter through the blinds, casting pale stripes across our sweat-slicked bodies, I feel Noah's hand slide up my thigh, his touch insistent. . 'One more,' he murmurs, voice rough from hours of moans and commands. 'Let me feel you worship me now.'
I push him back against the couch, my body humming with residual power. Straddling his hips briefly, I lean down, lips brushing his jaw, then trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest. His skin tastes salty, marked by my bites, muscles twitching under my tongue as I lick over his pecs, sucking a n****e hard enough to draw a hiss from him. 'Zoe... f**k, yes,' he breathes, one hand cupping the back of my neck.
Lower I go, kisses peppering his defined abs, feeling them contract with each press of my mouth. His c**k,
