Mirabelle’s POV:
Noah chuckles against my skin. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” He says, his hands sliding lower, tracing the curve of my waist, my hips. He tugs at the hem of my frock, pulling it up over my thighs.
His fingers skim over my skin, and the sensation sends a jolt of electricity through me. I arch into him, desperate for more of his touch, but he takes his time, savoring every moment.
He teases me, his hands slipping under the fabric, caressing the bare skin of my legs, then stopping just shy of where I want him most. I groan in frustration, pushing my hips up, but he holds me still, a wicked grin on his lips.
“Not so fast, my Love.” He says, his voice thick with amusement. “We’re going to do this slow, the way I want.”
His fingers trail up my sides, taking the fabric of my frock with them, and I feel the cool air on my skin as more of me is exposed to him. He pulls the dress over my head, tossing it aside like it’s nothing, and his eyes rake over my body, taking me in.
He leans down, his lips brushing against the swell of my breast. “These-” He presses a soft kiss against my skin. “-is all mine tonight.”
I shudder, biting my lip, trying to suppress the moan building inside me. His mouth is everywhere-teasing, tasting, claiming. His hands grip my thighs, rough but not painful, and I gasp as he spreads me wider, his body pressing firmly between my legs.
I’m on fire, every nerve in my body screaming for him, but he’s still taking his time, savoring every second. His mouth moves lower, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my stomach, and I let out a soft cry, my hands tangling in his hair.
“Noah…” I breathe, desperate now, the need between my legs unbearable. “Please…” He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine, as his fingers hook around the waistband of my panties, tugging them down.
My breath catches as I lie there, completely exposed beneath him. He sits back, taking me in with a slow, appreciative gaze. My breath hitches, and before I can respond, Noah is on top of me again, his lips claiming mine in a rough, heated kiss.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Let’s see how loud you get tonight.”
Then, he fully undresses his body, all taut muscles and hard lines, hovers over mine, and I feel his heat. His hands are everywhere-strong, firm, but careful like he’s afraid he might break me. I’m completely exposed, my body trembling beneath him, but I don’t want him to be gentle.
Not tonight.
I can feel his size, hard and heavy against my thigh, and I swallow hard.
He’s big!
Much bigger than I remember, although it’s been long since we had sex. He only ever used his fingers for a while, teasing and stretching me, but this… this is going to be different.
Noah’s eyes meet mine, and he grins, sensing my hesitation. “What’s wrong, Mira?” He teases. “Are you afraid of what I’m going to do to you?”
I bite my lip, my heart racing, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it. “Not a chance,” I manage to say, though my voice is shaky.
He chuckles, his breath warm against my neck as he kisses the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Are you sure about that?” His hand slides down my body, his fingers teasing me, slipping between my thighs. I arch into him, gasping as he rubs against my wet pussy and it makes me see stars.
“You’re already so wet for me.” He murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.
I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he teases me with his fingers, my body aching for more, but I manage to glare up at him. Noah pulls back just enough to look at me. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle… at first.”
Before I can respond, he kisses me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, swallowing my gasps as his fingers continue to work between my legs.
My body is on fire, every nerve tingling, and I can feel that familiar pressure building deep inside me. I’m so close, so ready to let go, but just as I’m teetering on the edge, Noah pulls his hand away, leaving me gasping in frustration.
I let out a frustrated groan, my hips bucking up against him, desperate for more. “Please…”
He grins down at me, that wicked, teasing smile that makes my heart race. “Not yet,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’m not done playing with you.”
I try to glare at him, but I’m too far gone, my body desperate for release. “You’re such a tease,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath. He chuckles, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider as he settles between my legs.
“You’ll love this even more.” He whispers, his lips brushing against mine.
He positions himself, his tip just brushing against my entrance, and I can feel how big he is. My breath hitches, and suddenly, all that teasing confidence I had before melts away.
“Mira,” Noah whispers, his voice is softer now, more serious. “It’s going to hurt you a little.”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know,” I whisper though the nervousness is clear in my voice. His eyes soften for a moment, and he leans down, kissing me gently, his lips lingering against mine. “I’ll go slow,” he promises, his voice low.
Slowly, he starts to push inside, and I can’t help the sharp intake of breath as he stretches me, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. There’s a sting, a dull ache that makes my toes curl, and I instinctively tense, gripping his shoulders tightly.
Fuck! How long has it been since we last had sex?
“Breathe, baby,” Noah murmurs against my ear. “I’ve got you.”
I force myself to relax, taking slow, steady breaths as he moves deeper. He’s so big, so deep, and I can feel every inch of him. Soon the pain starts to blend with pleasure, and the ache starts fading.
“You’re so tight.” He groans. “God, Mira, you feel so damn good.”
I can’t form words, my body is too overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I can only manage a soft whimper, my nails digging into his back as he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust. “You okay?” he whispers, his breath warm against my neck.
I nod, biting my lip, trying to suppress the moan building in my throat. “Yeah… just… don’t stop.”
Noah groans again, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, and I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, and it shoots sparks of pleasure through my body. The pain is still there, a dull throb, but it’s fading, replaced by the burning need for more.
“Look at you,” Noah whispers, his voice rough and filled with heat. “Taking all of me… such a good girl, aren’t you?”
I let out a soft moan, and he thrusts deeper, a little harder now, and the feeling of him filling me completely, over and over, has me on the edge again, my body trembling with need.
But just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he stops, pulling back just enough to ruin the orgasm building inside me. I cry out in frustration, my hips bucking up against him, trying to chase that release, but he holds me still, his grin wicked.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m not done with you.”