She only managed ten or so inches, but it was enough to uncover Noah’s hand and a whole lot of her private skin. He let out a low rough howl. Dropped to his knees. Grabbed her hips in both hands, tilted her back, and pressed a kiss to her sex. His mouth was searing hot. She screamed. He lapped at her roughly, beating her with his tongue until she whimpered her need. Until she grabbed the frame of the mirror to keep from being shoved into it headfirst. It tingled under her hands but her whole body flushed with a more powerful fever. Sensing she’d found purchase he only lapped harder, thumbs spreading her for his onslaught. She saw herself in the mirror, face flushed, breasts heaving. His fingers dented her hips, his skin dark against hers. She saw flashes of his chin, moving savagely against her. She felt nothing but bliss. Intense pleasure built, higher and higher the faster he worked her.
