Double Agent Coochie found the part of my brain that controlled my motor skills and planted her flag. I had lost all control of my own body. I laid my napkin next to my plate and pushed away from the table. Noah kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. As I walked toward him, he sat back in his chair and tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed in question, waiting to see what I intended to do. I slid between him and the table and sank down to my knees.
“What are you doing, Delaine?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Stress management.” I smiled, unfastening his belt with an unbelievable amount of confidence.
“I thought I told you that you have the night off,” he said, scooting his chair back a bit to give me more room.
“You did.” I unzipped his pants and laid the flaps open as I kissed along the bulge just under his Calvin Kleins.
Noah ran his fingers through my hair and then cupped my chin, lifting it so that I met his gaze. “If you keep that up much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop you.”
“Then don’t,” I said, dipping my head down to continue my previous actions.
He pushed his chair back further until he was out of my reach. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”
Without warning, he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the table, pushing the dinner dishes away. His hands were on both of my knees as he spread my legs and pulled himself closer. Then he moved up my thighs slowly, dipping under the hem of his shirt and pushing it up along the way.
We both watched as he revealed my nakedness beneath, and I gasped when I heard a feral growl from deep in his chest. I had always kept myself sufficiently groomed in that area because, well, you just never knew when you might end up in some sort of freak accident and someone might have the need to see something down there.
He licked his lips while ogling my cooch, and then he finally lifted his eyes to mine. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I kiss this and make it all better.”
Without waiting for my response, he spread me wider and began to suck the skin on the inside of my left thigh.
“Um, Noah?” I started in a shaky voice.
“Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to work his way up my thigh.
“Do you really think the dining room table is the best place to do this? I mean, it can’t be very sanitary.”
“I eat all my meals at the table,” he mumbled against my thigh.
I suppose he had a point, and I probably wasn’t going to win that argument, even if I really wanted to. Besides, it didn’t matter because by then, he’d reached my center and his nose was nuzzling my love nubbin. I felt his tongue run along my folds and I grabbed on to the hair of his head to hold on because it felt like the world was spinning way too fast.
“You smell so good, Delaine. And you taste even better.” He moaned against my pussy, and then his hand ran along the underside of my thigh to lift my leg, draping it over his shoulder. I watched as he lapped at my center, and then he captured my clit with his lips and sucked chastely before flicking it with purpose. He looked up at me and winked while his serpent-like tongue sped up, and a pleasure like I’d never known shot through my body and my head dropped back.
“Look at me,” his husky voice commanded. “I want you to watch me feed on you.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, lifting my head to obey.
First one and then another finger disappeared inside me and began to move in and out while the fingers of his other hand spread my lips apart. He sucked my clit into his mouth, latching on and doing this unbelievable thing with his teeth and tongue that I couldn’t see, but I sure as hell felt. Then he pushed his fingers all the way in to the knuckles and curled them back and forth, and I couldn’t help the porn-star-like moan that came from somewhere in the back of my throat.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” He flattened his tongue out, taking a long lick from my opening to my clit, where he resumed his suckling.
“That’s … sweet Jesus. So amazing,” I groaned through heavy pants.
My chest heaved and my grip on his hair tightened as I pulled him toward me with each grind of my hips into his face. He hummed in appreciation, apparently approving of the fact that I was showing him what I liked most. His fingers left my opening and I whined in protest, but then I saw that he had a spoon full of ice cream. He smirked before dropping a small dollop right on my clit. I gasped at the chilling sensation against my overheated nub and nearly lost all of the control I had. Noah bit down on his bottom lip as he watched my reaction and then surged forward, roughly devouring my pussy and licking it clean of the sweet cream.
A coil was beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach, and I recognized it from the bath earlier. Every muscle in my body tensed and my thighs were involuntarily trapping his head between them. Seriously, it was like my pussy had morphed into a Venus flytrap, unwilling to let the awesomeness that was Noah Crawford’s face escape.
Noah sucked harder on my clit and then shook his head back and forth, which just about sent me over the edge, but then he buried his face as close as he could between my legs, licking, sucking, moaning, and humming. His fingers moved in and out, curling back and forth. I couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling him, seeing him, hearing him—it was too much. Like sensory overload or something equally mind-numbing.
My whole body shuddered as the coil finally sprang free and my eyes squeezed shut. Blue and black spots flickered behind my eyes as I bit my bottom lip and moaned out my orgasm. Wave after wave pulsated through my body as Noah continued to lick and suck. When the intense pleasure finally subsided and my body relaxed, he stopped and looked up at me while licking his lips.