“You sure?”
She nodded, pressing her palms to my thighs to steady herself.
“I promise. I know the safe word.”
“Tell me.”
“Tempo.” She breathed it almost like a moan, and that was all I needed to lower her down on top of me. I could feel her breath hitch as her hands reached underwater to guide me inside her.
“Mmm!” We let out collaborative moans as I rained kisses down the slope of her shoulder as she wrapped around me. Hot and tight.
“Fuck, Noa.” I groaned as I cupped her hips under the water and guided her up and down in my lap.
“Quade!” she cried as she dropped her head forward.
“You good?”
“Better than good… Fuck!”
I shared that sentiment, because shit, Noa had a fucking goldmine between her legs. Hands down, the best pussy in the world.
“Take what you need.” I let her take the lead, my hands only guiding her for balance. I watched her as she found her pace, slow at first, like she was testing what her body could handle, before rocking into me with force.
“Shit!” My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Ooh!”
“Mmhm!”
Her moans sounded just like a love song, and I wanted to put that motherfucker on repeat, then spit a couple of bars to it. I slid one hand between her thighs and let my fingers find her clit.
“Oh, my…” She jerked slightly as I rubbed circles into her pearl. “Fuck, you tryna make me cum!”
“That’s it,” I muttered into her shoulder. “Cum for me.” Her head fell back to my chest, and her whole body was trembling. She was close. I could tell by the way her insides were gripping me.
“I got you, baby.” I whispered, “Make a mess on me.” Her body shook against mine, and I held her tight, still stroking into her gently, kissing her temple as she breathed through her orgasm. Her hips stilled, and she collapsed back fully against me.
“God,” she whispered, voice hoarse from all that screaming and moaning she was doing. “I had no business doing that after a flare. You’re bad for my recovery.”
“Nah,” I said, wrapping my arms around her soaked body. “I’m the best thing for it.”
She turned her face into my neck and melted into me.
“I don’t care what the world is saying about you. I think your journey is perfect. It brought you to me.”
I let her words settle before kissing her lips again.
“Good, ’cause I don’t give a fuck what they’re saying either.”
We stayed like that for a second, joined, her back pressed to my chest and our breaths finding the same rhythm. This was the same high I used to chase when I was rich and famous, and somehow, I’d found it in her.
Quade had beenat my house for a week, and I was loving every damn minute of it. He was sleeping in my bed, bringing me flowers every morning, and digging in my guts every night. We both were just floating on cloud nine, pretending the world outside didn’t exist. It was reckless, and we were probably moving too fast, but it felt like the perfect beginning.
The best perk about having him here twenty-four-seven was that he’d finally finished my art studio. Though he was kind of living here, he was still clocking in every day faithfully. Last night, he stayed up late, determined to finish it, and voila, it was done. We didn’t waste any time breaking it in either.
“You over there cheating,” he said from across the studio.
I glanced up, my brush still in hand. “What?”
