Chapter 42: Intimate Moment: Pt 3

Noah pressed a gentle kiss to my lips as if he wasn't rushed, nor would he be rushed. His hand swept down the side of my body, caressing every curve appreciatively. Noah stopped at the slight curve of my abdomen and cupped my soft belly, splaying his hand wide. The tip of his little finger was sitting at the very top of the juncture of my thighs. A small gasp left my lips in response to how close he was to my pussy. I wanted to beg him to stop teasing me with his gentle little caresses and give me something substantial. But the words wouldn't leave my lips no matter how loudly I mentally shouted at myself to do so.

Instead, I raised my hips just slightly to urge him forward if he didn't already know.

"Ohh, baby girl. You're gonna have to do better than that if you want something from me," he whispered in my ear as his lips brushed against the sensitive flesh.

I knew that. Rationally, I remembered that Noah wanted to hear me ask for things. But I wasn't that far gone yet.