“Well then, I plan on kissing and licking my way across your body.” He dips his head to get started, removing my bra with a flick of his wrist. “Plan on making you scream my name.” His mouth is on my breast an instant later, the tweak of my nipple with his tongue sending shivers down to my core.
“Plan on making you mine.” He glides his hand lower down my belly, fingertips brushing the lacy top of my panties, and my center of gravity shifts to him.
“Yes, please,” I breathe more than say, as he inches closer and closer to the bundle of nerves screaming for his touch.
Noah angles his mouth over mine, soft and deliberate.
Nerve endings spark and misfire as he draws out the kiss, the plundering strokes of his tongue tortuous and magic.
Then he touches me, dragging deliberate fingers over the silky triangle of my panties. He inhales my gasp, tilting my chin with a firm thumb, coaxing me into opening to him further. My back arches off the bed, my hips automatically seeking his and growing frustrated at coming up empty.
“Mia…” His voice is ragged and reverent, like he’s also been dreaming of this moment. He sweeps strands of hair off my face and depresses my lips with his finger. “You’re quite a sight, you know that?”
“I’m interested in hearing more, anyway,” I say with a smirk, gliding my hands up his arms, basking in the flex of muscles and ever sharpening line of his jaw.
Shifting onto his palms, he lifts himself off me before raking his hungry gaze over my body. “I’m a fan of these, for sure.” He palms my breast, tweaking my nipple between his fingers until I’m positively writhing atop the comforter.
I expect him to journey downward, but his dilated pupils lift to my face, so singularly focused on me. “Your big hazel eyes and the sound of your voice.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “God, I’m obsessed with your mouth, whether it’s saying things that are making me angry or angrily explaining why I’m wrong.”
“Happy to help with that last one,” I snark, and we get a little giggly, experiencing the type of lightheartedness two people in their twenties and dating should be having—so I’ve heard, anyway.
Without preamble, I’m rolled onto my side, steely fingers gripping an ass cheek nice and tight. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t check this out when you were planting swamp mallows. Plus every time you walked away.”
I’m rolled onto my back again as Noah straddles me, his massive thighs on either side of my waist, and I seriously can’t get over the bulk of him. “But what really snuck up on me was how much I disliked dropping you off, and as you were walking away, I startedplanningexcuses to see you again.”
I fan my face with my hand, eyelashes fluttering like crazy. “Oh my. You know all the right things to say.” Keeping it light with humor, as is my way, while my heart does cartwheels inside my chest.
He’s just told me something I’ve longed to hear in a relationship for ages—that he wants me around and I’m missed when I’m gone.
Which is why I press pause on this beautiful moment, sitting up and placing my hand on his face like I did earlier. Who even cares if my brace is showy and awkward, because he certainty doesn’t seem to. “For real, thank you. That means more than you’ll ever know.”
That’s as long as I’m interested in pausing, so I ring my arms around Noah’s neck and bring him down on top of me, both of us groaning as every hard plane of him hits every soft part of me.
Urgency replaces exploration as we continue to learn each other’s bodies. With each kiss, each caress, and every glide of skin against skin, we write another line in our story, too involved in the present moment to worry about the end.
Then we decide there’s still too much fabric between us, causing Noah to loop his fingers in the strings of my panties and shimmy them down and off my legs. He snags a condom while he’s standing, and I shove down his boxers as soon as he’s in arm’s reach again.
I’m floating and breathless as he rolls on the condom, anticipation setting off fireworks in my belly. Happiness streaks through me as brightly, my thirsty heart pirouetting around my rib cage, and I just want him—closer, deeper, inside me.
I scoot backward across his bedding as he comes for me, a startled inhale robbing me of breath as he pounces.
As he covers me with his body, I melt into him and the bed and the moment, clinging tightly as he nudges my slick, ready entrance.
Pleasant shivers overtake me when he enters me, and I pant his name as I stretch to accommodate his size. After giving me a moment to adjust, he moves inside me, my world narrowing to the thrust of his hips and arching of mine.
Our bodies form their own rhythm, a sweaty inferno building between us, until his breaths are also mine and our bodies become one.
Moans echoes off the walls, I fist the sheets in my hands, and as we continue to move together, we write another line in the story I’m fully present in, too gratified by the here and now to worry about how it ends.
“I’m so close,” I rasp, my eyes meeting his.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you.” Noah becomes my anchor, paying close attention as he changes up the circling of his fingers and grinning at the keening noise I make.
His eyes light up as he watches me, sending me flying higher and higher…
Until I come undone, shattering apart as he kisses his name from my lips.
The hand on my hip goes rigid, and it’s my turn to watch as the threads on his self-restraint snap one by one. Every muscle tenses, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he finds his release and empties himself into me.
