Nora's POV
Heat builds inside me, and I can feel myself getting close to the edge.
James senses it immediately and pulls away, deliberately making me wait so the release will hit harder when it finally comes.
"Be patient," he murmurs as I reach for him desperately.
"I can finish more than once," I argue. "You always make sure I do."
"I know." He shifts lower, spreading my legs apart, and settles between them. His mouth finds the tender skin of my inner thigh, pressing soft kisses that send shivers racing through me. I clutch the bedsheets, anticipating what comes next.
His head turns, lips barely grazing my sensitive center. I let out a soft cry and reach down, ready to tangle my fingers in his hair and guide him where I need him most.
James catches my wrist and presses it firmly against the mattress.
He takes his time kissing along my thigh before releasing my wrist, sliding his hands beneath me and lifting me from the bed.
