His lips moved to my stomach. I clenched as he went lower and lower, past my belly button, and kissed a line from hip to hip. He dropped to his knees and spread my legs, and I threw my arm over my eyes.

One finger trailed up the inside of my stomach. He hooked it under my panties and moved them to the side, brushing his knuckles over my clit.

My hips jerked.

I sucked in a deep breath when he flicked his tongue over my clit. Fireworks erupted through my body when he closed his mouth around it. All the desperate aching I felt was being alleviated with every roll of his tongue.

He explored me thoroughly, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm. I moved so that my hips tilted for him, giving him more room, almost a silent plea for him to just keep going.

If he stopped, I was going to kill him.

Spasms tightened my muscles. I could feel it in my stomach and my legs. My orgasm was within touching distance, and I moaned, gripping hold of the cover. It balled under my fist, but I didn’t care. I was moving so much I was essentially riding his face. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d have scratches from his stubble on the inside of my thighs, but I didn’t care.

He pressed down with his tongue.

My entire body went tight. Pleasure rocketed through me in a huge wave, and heat prickled at my skin as I rode the moment out.

That hadn’t happened in my dream.

I squirmed when he moved away from me. My legs dropped back together, and I moved my arm to see him unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants, and I could see clearly his long, thick cock as it pressed against his underwear.

Noah pulled his boxers down and stepped out of all his clothes. He bent over, and a sock went flying toward the door.

He straightened.

He really did have a great cock. It was a bit of an honor to see it in person, to be honest. The picture really didn’t do it much justice.

“You’re staring at my cock, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling a condom out of the nightstand.

“I know they say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, but…”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re fucking insane.”

I propped myself up on my arms and grinned. “So is your cock.”

“I’m not gonna argue with you there.” He tore the packet with his teeth and pulled out the condom. Dropping the wrapper to the floor, he reached down and, with a firm grip on the base of his cock, rolled it on.

I shuddered.

“I’m starting to feel a little bit objectified,” he said, fighting a smile.

“That’ll be because I’m objectifying you,” I replied, wriggling out of my bra. “Now, are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna put that thing to good use?”