Chapter 133: Noemi

Noemi had missed this, too. Her mouth was too dry to respond.

Garth leaned in and licked her. No hesitation. No coercion. He just went for it like it was his favorite thing in the world.

"Fuck," she moaned as his mouth did things to her.

Most men seemed to need a roadmap to figuring out a woman's pleasure and even then it took them a while to get there. Garth? He was probably the guy who'd written the map in the first place.

His fingers thrust inside her, curling and curving, stroking the sensitive places. She arched her back and shifted, but didn't have any leverage to play with. His tongue rubbed against her, his intention clear.

She had no ability to withstand him. Not like this and she didn't want to. Who didn't like multiple orgasms? Why was she avoiding a man with the talent to give her a minimum of two? What was wrong with her?

"Oh-Garth!" She planted her hand on the back of his head, holding him right there.