“I… We were at your parents’ place. And somehow, we were lying together, and I was dreaming and then I woke up and…” she whimpers again, this time her body trembling with the force of it and I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from putting an end to it. She needs to get this out, plus this could be good for us if I manage to spin it the way I want to.
“I must have been dreaming of something, because then I woke up and I was moving and it felt good and then I realized that it was you and that you were still sleeping, it feltsogood, and I couldn’t stop and then… and then…” The entire thing is rushed out before she trails off, her cheeks pink with the prettiest blush I’ve ever seen.
I clear my throat. “And then?” I ask, doing my best to keep a straight face and thanking my earlier self for wearing jeans so she can’t see just how turned on I am right now.
“I got off. On you. I got off on you, and I’m so fucking sorry Noah.”
Her eyes are pleading with me, and she looks so goddamn beautiful that I can’t help but blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Show me.”
Fuck, that’s not going to go over well. She’s not ready yet, but there’s no taking back the words now that they’re out there.
“W-what?” she stutters, her eyes wide, but she isn’t backing away or kicking me out, so I’m taking that as a good sign.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction and forcing myself to say the words that might make all of my efforts go up in flames. “I said, show me,” I say and gesture towards my lap. “It’s only fair that I get to see it while awake.”Not that I was actually asleep last time.
She freezes, looking like a deer caught in headlights and I can see the indecision written all over her face before she finally makes a decision. Her entire demeanor changes, determination marring her features before she crosses over to me and sits down on my lap so she’s straddling me.
Well color me fucking surprised.
“Is this what you wanted?” she mutters, and I smirk as I lean back on the sofa and stare at her before raising a brow in awhat are you waiting forgesture.
She rolls her eyes before tentatively moving her hips and I have to fight to stop myself from pinching my arm to prove that this is really happening and not a dream.
“Mmm, fuck,” I say on a moan, my hands finding her hips to help her move against me.
Jesus, it feels so good.
Better than anything we’ve ever done before, because this time we can both look at each other without a mask on my face and the secret of my identity between us.
This time, she’s voluntarily doing this withme, the guy she’s always seen as a brother sort, but maybe now she doesn’t see me that way? Maybe all this time together has finally made her see me in a different light? I sure as fuck hope so.
She whimpers, and that sound alone almost makes me come. To distract myself, I take a chance and bring my hand up to her neck before tugging her head to mine. Her eyes widen, darting all over my face before finally landing on my lips.
“What are we doing, Noah?” she whispers, but I don’t respond, I just continue to stare at her intently, waiting to see what she’ll do.
“Fuck it,” she murmurs before bringing her mouth to mine.
Fuck yes.
Her mouth moves tentatively against mine before I tighten my hold on her and deepen the kiss, using my other hand to guide her movements and making her rock against me faster.
It feels so fucking good, having her on top of me, against me, her mouth moving against mine as though she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her.
Everything about this moment is utter perfection, and I long for a world where I get to do this every day.
“Noah,” she whines and starts to move even faster.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck, love,” I whisper into her mouth. “You feel so good.”
The moment the words leave my lips, she cries out, her movements stuttering and her mouth opening on an O as she finds her release, making mine crash into me, and making me spill into my briefs.
We’re both panting and clinging to each other as reality begins to set in before she pulls back away from me and stares at me with wide eyes.
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