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Throttled: Dirty Air (Book 1)(90)

Author:Lauren Asher

I pull out to the tip before sliding back in with an unhurried pace.

“Oh God. Noah.” Her hands claw at the back of my tux.

My lips move to her neck, finding the spot that drives her crazy. I suck and mark her because I want every fucker to know she drives me wild.

“You’re soaked for me. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could walk in on us right now? Find me fucking you against a wall. They might want to watch. Shit, I would.”

I squeeze her ass when she tries to lift herself up.

“No,” I growl. “I’m in charge.”

Thank fuck I work out every damn day and she doesn’t weigh much because I don’t want to break our connection by moving us to a table. At least not before her first orgasm. Turns out I tend to be selfish everywhere but in the bedroom.

“It’s too much.” Her strained voice makes my dick pulse inside of her. I get what she means. Our relationship is more than a physical attraction, not limited to a lust-induced fuckathon. I don’t fear the emotional tie linking us, instead choosing to embrace it because I’m the only one who fucks her and loves her like this.

Love. One word I didn’t understand until Maya.

We intensely gaze into each other’s eyes as I slide in and out of her, pulling a few moans from her while she tugs on my hair. Sex has never felt this close for me. Like Maya chips away at my exterior, leaving a piece of herself behind forever.

My lazy tempo continues. I want to brand her, make her mine, drive her as crazy as she makes me. She comes the first time when I brush against her G-spot. I hold her while her body shakes, gripping her ass, and not letting go.

I live for hearing her yell out my name and bringing her pleasure. Obviously, I’m an egotistical bastard, but she likes me anyway, so be it.

I eventually increase my pumping, hitting her in all the right places while I struggle to keep my own orgasm back. She needs to come again because I crave it more than my own. Like chasing a high.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck, Noah.” Her hands run through my hair and tug at the root. I love how she tells me what she enjoys, encouraging me and feeding my self-esteem all at once.

“You’re stunning when you come. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything as perfect.” I leave a searing kiss on her plump lips.

I carry her to an empty table nearby that looks sturdy enough, needing to adjust my angle. One of my hands finds her clit while the other palms the material over her breasts.

“Do. Not. Stop,” she says between my thrusts.

I groan at her request, my dick throbbing inside of her at the desperation in her voice. My pace becomes quicker and messier. A mix of her pants with my deep inhales ring in my ears. Her eyes meet mine, half open and hazy, a masterpiece of lust and love.

And with a few sweet words of encouragement, she explodes around my dick again, milking me. Her nails scratch at the material of my tux. Fuck if that’s not sexy.

My dick slides easily in and out of her, her arousal coating me. I increase the pressure and pace. Hurried thrusts match my limited sense of control, becoming more rushed with each push. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. I detonate inside of her with a roar of pleasure, my spine tingling at my release. Lazy pumps until I have nothing left to give.

My body relaxes and I lie on top of her, both of us catching our breath.

“I think you shave off a year of my life every single week,” her voice croaks.

“What a year well spent.”

Her chest shakes under me, and I smile into her neck.

We both take care of ourselves. I help smooth out her hair while she fixes my bow tie. We’re quite the pair, she and I.

“I have one last request.” I grab her hand. She glances up at me, her curiosity apparent. “Will you dance with me?”

She nods her head enthusiastically while shooting me a radiant smile.

I pull up the music-streaming app on my phone before placing it down on one of the tables. Thomas Rhett’s “Die a Happy Man” croons through the tiny speakers, loud enough for us to hear. My hand grabs hers as I pull her toward an empty area. With one hand on the small of her back and the other wrapped around her hand, I sway us to the music.

This is the best I can get for now since we can’t dance together in public yet. The moment feels fitting after the sex we shared, her head lying against my chest as we move around in a small circle. I kiss the top of her head before I spin her around.

She unabashedly throws her head back and lets out a sultry laugh. I make it a goal to make her laugh like that every single day of the rest of my life. She turns me into a sappy motherfucker who can’t help it around her, endlessly searching for ways to make her happy and satisfied.

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