He gripped the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, then grabbed my thighs and parted them so he could slip between them like before. This time, he leaned right over me and kissed me deeply.

His cock brushed against my clit teasingly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, almost in an attempt to push him inside me. I wanted more—all of him, and I wanted it now.

Noah dragged his teeth across my lower lip and moved, reaching between us. He wrapped his hand around his cock and ran his fingers through my wetness, then moved and pressed his cock inside me.

His lips found mine again. He took his time moving into me, and I ran my hands over his muscular shoulders. His skin was hot beneath my touch, and I drew in a deep breath as he stilled fully inside me.

He pulled out and moved back in, and heat flushed through me. He felt so good, and I gripped his shoulders as he found a rhythm. His thrusts became deeper and harder, and the more he fucked me, the more I wanted.

It was like a drug, with each thrust the next hit. It was addictive and heady, and all I could feel was the endless rush of pleasure as another orgasm threatened to overtake me.

It was almost overwhelming, and my back arched, pushing my body into Noah’s. I tugged at his hair and scratched at his shoulders, desperate for the release.

It came, and it came hard. Pleasure wracked my entire body, and I cried out into Noah’s mouth. All my muscles were clenched and tight, and I could barely breathe for the sensations I was experiencing.

I think I even saw a light.

Life flashing before my eyes kind of light.

The mother of all orgasms.

Noah’s face was buried in my neck, and I sagged beneath him. Neither of us moved for what seemed like forever, until Noah finally adjusted his body weight so he was no longer totally on top of me.

He pulled out of me and flopped onto the bed next to me with a sigh. “Bet I didn’t do that in your dream.”

I shook my head. “Nope. And the orgasm was way better than I had then.”

He rolled his head to the side. “You came after dreaming about me?”

“Not really after,” I said slowly. “Kinda during. Then I woke up.”

His laugh was breathy and tired. “At least real me is better than dream me.”

“Luckily for you, or I’d never consider doing it again.” I winked at him and hauled myself up on my elbows.

“You’re considering doing it again? I feel honored,” he said dryly, but he was smiling. “Here’s an idea: stay over, and I’ll let you do it again tomorrow.”

“You’ll let me?”

“I’m generous like that.”

I laughed, dropping my head back. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

He grinned and tapped me on the nose. “You have no idea.”