“It’s too much,” I tell him.
“Does it hurt, or?—”
“Just…a lot of sensation…and tingling… and?—”
I’m breathing heavy, my thighs quivering, but I have absolutely no control over them. Maybe we should take a break.
“That’s completely normal,” Noah assures me with a quick look down to where I’m squeezing him like I’m doing Kegels, pretty much panting. “You can use me to get yourself there,” he offers.
I shake my head, though I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t think I can get there on my own, or I don’t want to. Not tonight.
“Do you trust me?” He locks eyes with me.
I’m so full and I don’t know if my body can take it, but he’s being so gentle, and I do trust him. So I nod. “More.”
I open my thighs enough that he can move, taking up the pulsing tempo I’d been clenching him with. My breathing is so loud I must be hyperventilating, but Noah kisses me and it’s like he’s my oxygen. My pleasure builds until I’m on the cusp again, and Noah’s rhythm doesn’t falter as he pumps in and out with his fingers, his thumb massaging my clit. I don’t know if I want to scream or bite him or cry, but then he says, “Let yourself go, Savannah, I’ve got you,” and it’s like that’s all I was waiting for.
My body listens, Noah’s name falling out like a prayer as I explode. It’s like fireworks, or waves crashing as a million nerve endings ignite. My legs are shaking, and I’m overcome with emotions.
I don’t want to cry and make things awkward, but it feels that good.
I’m not broken.
“That was…” I can’t find the words to convey how incredible it was. Not just the orgasm, but having someone take care of me like that, make sure I’m okay and enjoying it. “Thank you,” I manage, my heart rate finally slowing.
“My pleasure,” Noah says before pulling me close for another searing kiss. I don’t think my legs work yet, so I run my fingers through his hair, over his abs, and let him kiss me like his life depends on it, because I think mine does.
When we next come up for air, the credits are rolling, and it’s getting late.
“I’m going to head home now,” I say, reluctantly.
Noah looks at me like he wants to say something, then shakes his head and goes with, “I’ll walk you.”
Which he does. There’s a chaste kiss outside my dorm, then he’s gone.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Savannah
Bodies in a Room
Noah has an away game on Friday night, so I don’t expect to hear from him, but I find a link to watch his game on my phone while finalizing my series outline for Kobo. At this point, I’m just rereading it as a safety blanket, or to delay sending it out into the world.
This is the third time tonight I’ve entered all my information, explained my vision for the series, then hovered my mouse over the submit button until I decided everything I wrote sucks and started over. Or added to it. Because no one can tell me how terrible my ideas are if nobody reads them.
I bite the bullet and click to submit, then immediately break out in a cold sweat and want to take it back. I can’t, obviously, and soon as I realize this, I laugh. A nervous one that brings tears to my eyes because I can’t believe I did it. Good or bad, whatever happens, the seed is out there. And as terrifying as that is, I’m relieved it’s out of my hands. And so freaking proud of myself. I did the best I could and now I have to trust in that.
I want to tell Noah, but my phone rings with a FaceTime call just as I pick it up, nearly giving me a heart attack. I’m expecting Noah – their game just ended in a tie – so I can’t help the tinge of disappointment when Dallas’ face fills my screen.
“Congrats on the W,” I say instead of hello, forcing a smile.
“Did you watch?” he asks, walking into a fancy hotel room.
“I can’t have my favorite sibling badge revoked.” He doesn’t need to know I was busy last night and watched my dad’s recording while baking for an army this afternoon. “Aren’t you in Vegas? Shouldn’t you be out enjoying yourself with all your…fans?”
“They can wait while I talk to my favorite sister.” I hear the wink in his smile before his face comes back into frame. “I have a favor to ask.”
I sigh inwardly before asking, “What’s up?” careful not to make any promises.
