Noah doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t back away either, not that I thought he would.
His eyes stay locked on mine, so I blindly lead us toward my room, and with each step, his frown deepens.
At my door, he pauses his steps, his blinding blues searching, so I release him, move one foot farther, and grab the hem of my T-shirt. Slowly, I pull it over my head, letting it fall between us. Noah looks from me to it, and when I reach behind me to undo my bra, his gaze snaps up.
“If I step inside this room—”
“Step inside, Noah.” My voice is a husky whisper.
His jaw clenches, and he moves forward, and when he does, he’s full force.
His left palm wraps around the back of my neck, his right cupping my cheek, his body hot against mine. His mouth descends on mine, but at the last second, he evades it, latching onto my jaw.
He sucks gently, teasing my skin with his pillowy lips until he reaches the sensitive spot of my neck. He nips me then and I gasp into the air, my left hand driving up into his hair.
I don’t realize he’s ushered me backward until my knees hit the edge of my bed, but when I go to lower us both, Noah bites harder, and my body shivers.
His hands come around me, pushing my bra down my arms. He steps from his shoes then, and when I grab his T-shirt, he lowers, allowing me to pull it off his body, but his lips fall to my stomach, causing his shirt to get tangled around his head.
He chuckles against me and my toes curl into the carpet.
“Someone’s ticklish.” He squeezes my hips.
I try again, and this time, I get it off him, grinning when he peeks up at me.
He rises, and as he does, he takes me with him, his hands under my thighs. I lock my legs around his body, and Noah smirks, bringing his mouth to mine.
He kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth when I tug on his hair. One knee hits the mattress, and then the other, and his eyes flash to mine.
“I’m not sure you understand what this is about to do to me,” he says, his words weighty and strong. His gaze dark and deliberate. Promising.
Mesmerizing.
I tighten my hold on him, and his knees adjust on the mattress.
“I want to tell you something,” I say suddenly.
“Tell me.”
My chin falls. “I’m embarrassed.”
One of his hands comes up, his knuckles teasing along the hollow of my throat, stretching my neck until my eyes are forced to meet his. “Tell me anyway.”
The desperation in his tone is almost painful.
My thumbs trace along his bottom lip, and I bring my mouth to his ear.
“I thought of you,” I whisper. “When you were gone… I thought of you. In the morning, the afternoon and at night.” I kiss the edge of his jaw. “Especially at night…”
Noah’s chest rumbles, his large fingers tangling in my hair and gently tugging until my chin is in the air.
He pulls until we’re looking at each other, the creases along his temples deepening.
I swallow and his gaze flicks to my neck but comes right back.
“I wondered what it would be like to have you in my bed,” I admit, the fire brewing in his eyes intoxicating. Emboldening. “I dreamed about it… fantasized about it.”
He trembles with need.
“So much so my body ached,” I purr. “So I had to—”
“Touch yourself.” His forehead falls to mine, his tongue flicking along my lips. “You had to touch yourself?”
I nod.
Slowly, Noah lowers me to the bed, unlocking my legs and hands from around his body.
He glides his hands up my thighs, grips my shorts, and eases them off, taking my thong with them. On all fours again, he presses his palms into the comforter beside my ribs, and says, “Show me.”
Noah
Her golden eyes widen, her perfect body tensing the slightest bit, so I ease her mind.
I tell her what’s been going on in my head, my mouth aligning with hers.
“I did the same, Juliet,” I admit. “In the shower. In bed.” I drive my tongue beyond her lips, and she eagerly, wordlessly, begs for more. “In my bed.”
Her eyes fly open, searching for deceit she won’t find.
Slowly, but free of hesitation, her fingers dance along her chest bone, a blush working its way up her body as her hand lowers, disappearing between her legs.
My body vibrates, my dick hard and straining against my jeans.
“Tell me what I was doing to you,” I whisper.
Her face flushes, but she closes her eyes, and says, “First you kissed my neck.”
I lower my lips to her favorite spot, dead center on the left side.
“And then you used your teeth and dragged them down to my shoulder.”
I follow the path, sucking where I pause and she pulls in a deep breath.
Her knuckles brush against my pants, her fingers working her clit, and I clench my muscles, desperate to feel her against me.
“You went down from there, but not all the way.”
I pull her nipple into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. I suck, a little harder than before.
She whimpers, twitching below me. “You’re zipper… you.”
Her hand moves faster now, her eyes flying open when the soft purr of my jeans coming undone finds her. Her gaze drops, her lips parting when she lands on the rod in my briefs.
I free myself of the rest of my clothes and her head presses into the pillow behind her.
Her thighs clench and she begins pulling her legs closed, chasing the pressure locking them tight will provide, but when I lower a little, my hard-on rests along her outer thigh, and her muscles ease.
Her eyes find mine. “You didn’t use your hand this time.” Her cheeks flame and she pinches her clit between her fingers, her thighs shaking as she grows closer to her orgasm.
I shift again, this time bringing one knee between her legs. I lower my lips to hers, whispering, “What did I do, baby?”
She moans, and I reach between us, removing her hand and pinning it above her head as I bring my other knee between her legs.
“Tell me what I did.”
“You pressed against me.”
I lower all the way, both of us groaning when our heated bodies meet for the first time.
My jaw clenches, and I bury my face in her neck. She’s soaked and I’m instantly slick with excitement. I can’t help myself; I rock against her.
“Yes,” she croaks. “Just like that.”
I dig my fingers into the comforter on the opposite side. “I slide my cock along you?” I pull back the slightest bit, moving forward with more pressure, and my thighs clench.
“You did,” she rasps, her head shifting until her lips are locked onto my neck. She sucks, bites, and whispers, “And then you slid inside me.”
I bite her back and her knees come up, pressing into my hips.
“Slide inside me, Noah.”
My chest rumbles, my muscles strained with need. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
A softness falls over her and she cups my cheeks, her head shaking the slightest bit. “You would never,” she breathes, pulling my mouth to hers. Her kiss is soft and sweet, but her voice when she repeats herself is straight-fucking vixen. “Slide inside me.”
Pulling back, I do.
I press into her in one long, slow, steady stroke.
She gasps, her neck stretching until her eyes are on the wall behind her and I lift, looking down at the goddess before me.
She peeks down the bridge of her nose, staring into my eyes as I fill her fully. Completely.
The tenderness that encompasses her has my pulse pumping, and when the silkiest of smiles curves her lips with her next breath, that’s it.
It’s done.
I’m gone.
I’ve been gone.
I rock into her, in and out, slow and steady. My strokes are long and deep, a tantalizing torture. A much fucking needed, sweet kind of agony.
Ari brings her legs up around me, her heels pressing into my lower back, and driving me forward.
Our pace quickens and she gets louder.
Her moans, her gasps.
Her heartbeat.
I place my lips over the madly beating organ, and she presses on the back of my head, so I give her what she wants. My teeth.
I bite and she cries out.
I lick and she shakes.
I suck… and she shatters.
Her muscles tense, her arms locking around me as she begins to come.
But she fights it, yanking my lips to hers. Her kiss is hard and hungry, chasing, and I give her back just as much.
My hips drive in and out, rolling, circling, and pressing, making sure her clit is worked with my body, just as much as her pussy is. I work her over, dragging her orgasm out as long as possible as she pants wildly.
She tears away, finding my ear again, her voice a breathless croak, her body a ball of tension, untethering with jerky quakes. She wants it to go on, fighting the finale she’s desperate for, but she breaks. Her back flies off the bed, her moans harsh and maddening as she lifts her hips into me, willing me deeper. Her lips part, and she stutters, “And then I c-came.”
“On my cock?” I rasp, bringing my knees up, so I’m sitting back on them and her hips are in the air.
“Y-yes. On your cock.”
Her skin flushes, and my body clenches, heat building and building.
Air jerks forward, taking my bottom lip in her mouth, her dazed eyes locked on mine as she whispers, “And then you came too.”
And I’m fucking done for, she pushes me over the edge.
Locked in a trance by the girl my wildest dreams wouldn’t dare imagine, I come. Long and hard.
Her walls clench around me, vibrating from the inside, and I groan, my limbs shaking.
I hold her there, our body’s slick with sweat, until we can breathe easier.
Only then do I slide out of her, lowering us both to the mattress.
Her eyes never leave mine, and after a few minutes of quiet, she begins to gnaw on the inside of her lip, her hands folding under her head as she turns her body, so it’s facing mine.
I reach out, freeing her lip from her cruelty. “What?”
“You really thought of me?”
My chuckle is low, but I nod against the pillow.
“You really… touched yourself… imagining me?”
I nod again, gliding my hand down her neck and along her shoulder.
My smirk slowly pulls, when her hidden smile plays at her lips, and she whispers exactly what I knew she would.
“Show me… ”
I give her what she wants.
I’m pretty sure I always will.
