At this point, it's virtually impossible for Rachel to ignore any of Noah's requests. Not when he's making her feel so good, better than she's ever felt, making her entire body sing. Praising her doesn't hurt either, and the way he says Baby only makes her drip and moan and squirm and her orgasm is on her before she can really process what's going on around her. She arches, finger still flicking blindly, her free hand scratching at the base of his neck.

She barely gives herself time to recover though, before she's fumbling back for the condom and pulling it open, rolling it down along his renewed erection. "Want you. Want you in me, want-...fuck, Noah, Noah, Noah..." She's still shaking a bit, muscles still liquid, but all she can focus on is the throbbing and the emptiness in her pussy when she presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him back, straddling his waist and sinking down onto him without any preamble. "Yes."